Metaphysics Stories

Guan Xuxu was thrown away like trash by the family that raised her. But they didn't know two things: She is the true daughter of the billionaire Jiang family. She is a Master of the Mystic Arts. Now a wealthy heiress, Guan Xuxu is ready to live her best life. But her old family, her cheating ex, and her snobby new cousins won't leave her alone. So, she decides to teach them a lesson using talismans, ghost-summoning, and ancient Daoist magic. Soon, the most powerful CEOs and Patriarchs in the country are begging on their knees for her help. She's busy fighting evil spirits and stacking billions, but the most dangerous, powerful man in the city-Chu Beihe-won't leave her side. "You wanted a powerful backer, didn't you?" Chu Beihe smirked. "I'm right here. Take me."

Remus Lupin always feared love. Thats why he had spent his whole life giving his heart to fictional characters. They couldn't leave him. He couldn't hurt them or ruin their lives. That was the perfect arrangement. Except magic has it's ways. And what Muggles Know as "Quantum Physics", "Quantum Mechanics" and the "Many Wolds Theories" are just their way to try to explain... magic. That's exacly how one day Remus finds himself face to face with Mary, his biggest fictional crush, who came from a world where magic isn't real... Neither is he. To her, he's just a fictional character too. Humour, Tragedy, Hope, Love, Fan Service and Metafiction in a canon fix-it story which is a wink to everyone who ever had a crush on a fictional character or simply dreamed of living in their favourite fictional world.

Webs and Weavers is a script with a sublime exploration of our existence, weaving together where we come from and where we are going with poetic storytelling. It begins with humanity's first moment of wonder-the spark of consciousness ignited by a celestial event. Primitive humans, witnessing a comet streak across the sky, experience the first stirrings of curiosity, marking the dawn of thought beyond survival. It is a testament to human curiosity? It challenges the audience not to merely watch but to think, ensuring that its impact lingers far beyond the final scene.

Three short stories. Just three. Written by me, Joleen Ray. The compilation is like a 3 a.m. cocktail. It could be the freshly poured liquor that you keep in the cabinet exclusive to your dinner guests; flavorful, giving a pleasant aroma. Or it could just be a diluted unappealing drink left over from your party the night before. During which the extremely drunk girl tried to finish off, but couldn't because she was too busy puking on your patio. But that all depends on your angle and perspective ;-)

Manifesto? (If expanded properly)

I'm on the edge of existence, looking out at nothing, the substantial, rich, eclectic nothing of which all reality is woven. It lacks form, but it's filled with thoughts and possibilities, this place where the mind of God roams free, unencumbered by the parameters of our restricted world. It is from it that time itself springs forth, fluidly looped back into its spirited emptiness and endlessly renewed, until all eternity has come to pass, and then some more. I don't know how to feel about looking out into eternity from the flimsy shell of my body, worried about my lesser, material state, barely held together by impulses and energy, worried that it won't be able to contain me in the vastness out there, in this thought filled original void without beginning or end. In defiance of the silent limitations of my world, I stretch out my hands to touch the nothing, and it doesn't yield under my fingers. Smudges of my self get trapped in its essence, altering its meaning with the fine silver dusting of my soul. There are worlds, and lives, and universes in those silver smudges that my fingers leave behind in the endlessness of being, worlds far beyond the existence we perceive, far beyond my understanding. Nothing leaves smudges on my outstretched hands too, magical invisible inkblots, as if the fountain pen of creation leaked infinity on my fingers. And yet, I am nothing, a wrinkle on the surface of being, while eternity itself lends its substance to the tips of my fingers.

The alien ship seemed to be made of pure light... What use could they possibly have for our fossil fuels? But they offered us anything we wanted for them... Now we live in a world where most things run off of steampower or the alchemical plasma they traded us...

A single woman in her mid-twenties contemplates a life of solitude instead of finding a partner and settling down. Although she's around people who crave her sage advice she feels sticking around for them is selfish, and not because she's selfish. They need to figure things out on their own. She has an obsession with her past suicide attempt which she and her doctors can't figure out if she really wanted to, or if she was wanting attention. She decides that the only way to know who she is means staying single, and figuring out the single thought that made her want to end it all. Until then, Polly knows she's more than just a name, and home is anywhere her heart lands.

what are we? why are we here? why do we face these challenges?

Carl finds himself in a weird state of consciousness, in unfamiliar whereabouts. Step by step he discovers his situation. His life acquires a metaphysical dimension.

Sophia learns she was a queen, from a multidimensional world and another time, who killed her self. Because of this she finds herself at the center of a perilous struggle between worlds. The king of this world has pursued her through eternity and time and space. His ultimate goal is to enslave humanity in a downward spiral of darkness and to gain control of the universe. Hi, this is my first story and I forgot to put an intro so thank you for reading my story and I would appreciate your vote and any feedback.

What if the soul wasn't divine-but fundamental? What if memory could ripple across time? In this deeply personal and mind-bending book, there are real-life experiences, metaphysical theories, and hard sci-fi to present a radical idea: consciousness is not a product of the brain-it's a field. A field we all tap into. A field we might even be entangled with, across time and space. From theories of soul duality and memory entanglement to AI consciousness and reincarnating across timelines, The Unified Consciousness Field is both an exploration and a confession. It connects the author's own unexplained encounter with the science-fiction epic Soul Hopers, where fractured identities and future wars play out on the battleground of fate and memory. You can check It out in my other stories For fans of science fiction, metaphysics, reincarnation, and deep existential questions-this book is a signal from the void.

The cards were witnessing the first gamble of a history yet to be written.

Recanting an event that happened the other day

There are many theories about human life, where it came from and where we're heading. There are many theories about what life truly is, and what it means to be alive. I took my chaotic thoughts about what I believe to be the true story of our planet, our 'energy' we call life, and our connection to planet earth. And I put them through an AI, to make my thoughts coherent and understandable. This is nothing but my own theory on planet earth and us her inhabitants, I'm not claiming that this is the one truth, I am not claiming that this is some sort of religion. No, this is just my thoughts which I needed to put to paper and share with the world, in the hopes to spark new ways to think not just of us, but our nature and place in the universe.