Historias de Pseudo

This "Story" is a way to collect my ideas and serves as a filter to determine what will make it into the final draft and what remains just an unadapted idea. It also provides insight into my thought process and may even inspire others for their own projects... Maybe i even do Q&As? Diese „Story" ist eine Möglichkeit, meine Ideen zu sammeln und dient als Filter, um zu bestimmen, was in den endgültigen Entwurf gelangt und was nur eine nicht genutzte Idee bleibt. Es bietet auch Einblick in meinen Denkprozess und könnte sogar andere für ihre eigenen Projekte inspirieren... Vielleicht mache ich sogar Q&As?

Since the evolution of the human race, the only perspective for them was to make earth a better place to dwell and live life peacefully. Along with these the humans were also expected to spread the message of love, humanity & gratitude. But all through the ages they deviated and tried to rule the poor & innocent by the power of their weapons. And now in the present era deceiving, exploiting and manipulating people has become the only goal. But how long?

Have you ever picked up a phone, dial a number you know so well and at that moment the ringing starts you’re torn between two different things: the hoping that he’ll pick up and the dreading that he will. You see it’s a never ending cycle: I run, I hide, I crave, I run back right to you. And I die a little inside each time. But you see, you’re my lifeline – that sole connection I have to anything worth living.

The government has banned the show of happy emotions in public. Happiness is seen as an adverse drug to productivity and anyone seen going against the law will be punished accordingly.

One day a ranger was in the forest, when suddenly he saw a man Work for my English class, Innova schools

Everyone can write one. So do I.

Alas- we need your help! Become an Arrowion ASAP and help me slay pseudosky! As a soldier you will receive the upmost respect and honor, thou lady dove may even promote you! Now let us stop pseudo's reign, what do you say?

What It Takes To Be A Country: A Comprehensive Study of the Peculiar SubSpecies of FigureHeads Known as CountryHumans Authored by: Axxxxx Dxxxxxxx 20XX Abstract: Unbeknownst to most humans, there exists a seemingly elite race born of the collective camaraderie of humanity. FigureHeads are physical manifestations of multiple communities and the shared values, hopes, and dreams of their members. A particular subspecies of FigureHeads are those whose existence are fueled by the concept of Countries. They are known as CountryHumans. As they are more of an elusive subspecies as they are caught up more in helping their country function, humans rarely interact with CountryHumans on a day-to-day basis. This study aims to explore and understand these beings, how they exist, function, and interact with one another. __________ This fictional book presents as a supplemental reading for the countryhumans universe I have. I will go in depth on some concepts and headcanons I have for their species. The prose is written to be like a research paper because I am a nerd and my primary influence with a lot of my writings are from the realm of Academia. Cringe but at least it is very based.

A collection of English style Haiku loosely based on the Haiku format

This is a story I wrote while I was visiting my parents back home in Kathmandu, Nepal in 2008. We had no electricity at the time, so I came up with the story in my head to pass the time and the next morning once the power was back on I wrote it down on my mother's old laptop. This story is based on a character representing pseudo ME and my fantasy. Of course at that time I was about 22 years old experiencing the various effects of alcohol - the good, the bad and the Ugly. Aunt Vie was an escape, to find solace in my wrongdoings and imagine a future with alcohol, love, passion and happiness together. Looking back at this story, I do believe that Aunt Vie meant much to me than just an escape, she was the truth. It is not about being and promoting alcoholism, but it is representing so much more of what we do not know or see behind a person's being and existing in that moment. Are we true to ourselves? Where do you go and hide? Where or with whom do we find solace in? Nothing is as it seems and I have learnt that we have to give everyone and everything the benefit of the doubt as they and as we all have our own Happy Bottle that defines us!

Scientific Love Story

Silly poems where I process my feelings, thoughts or just vent. There won't be any triggering content, if I decide to put it you'll be wearned at the begining. Feel free to interpret them as you want, also if you're comfortable enough share interpretations with me in comments, I'd love to read them <3 Btw english isn't my first language, correct my mistakes if you notice any.

Lexa Woods is a real bad girl. She smokes, rides a motorcycle, likes to skip classes and often gets into fights. She's got a huge problem with controlling her anger. She keeps everybody away from her. She doesn't have any friends and everyone tries to keep themselves away from her. Lonely life, but she likes it. Till she's got it under control, everything is fine for her. But when someday she is paired up with a school nerd, Clarke Griffin, to an important project, she starts to slowly losing this control. But what if that's all she needs? To give away control, she learnt to have through all those years? This is Clexa AU fanfiction. I do not own any of the characters. 18.10.2020 - started

everyone is different.

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for my fatass friend astrid 🙄 i know how much he loves his big orange master

I'm kinda bored so I'm just gonna poke holes in the story's told by people who try too bend science or disregard it entirely