Historias de Pseudo

everyone is different.

▲▼▲ One simple incident over the summer before her senior year changes Emery Garrison's entire life, and she believes she's able to handle everything by herself. Then Andy Waters walks right into her world; completely unaware of her specific situation, but knows she needs help. So when he offers, she realizes that she needs him in the most unusual way. In order to turn her life around again, Emery needs Andy to be her fake boyfriend. ▲▼▲

Yo I'm olivia and this is just a random thing about me and the me I wish I was. So this contains misadventures, adventures, issues, thoughts, gender confusion, and other sh*t. If you don't like it you can say what you don't like, I'll try to talk to you about it. If you do like it I'll be ecstatic to hear it! Please forgive my grammar, conventions and spelling mistakes! I'll try to make as few as possible. Warning may contain foul language, rants, talking about the female body, controversial opinions and there may be triggers so if you get butt hurt easily Avoid this work at all costs! Nah just kidding read it anyway, do what you want. I am thirteen and inexperienced, and a professional procrastinator. Please have fun reading and enjoy! Sincerely, ~Breathemylove

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.

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?

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?

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

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

I made a description, but accidentally didn't save it ;( So basically, the main protagonist is born without much power like regular and wants to become a beast slayer, but needs more power. Beast slayers are highly paid and powerful people. Beasts destroy towns and stuff and effect people's lives in a bad way. The main protagonist is named Alexander. Everyone is born with one power, and rarely born with two. VERY RARELY. So yeah. EDIT: Alexander has 2 powers. Thought that would make it more interesting :)

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

Mens Mentis et Sensus means "Thoughts and Feelings" in Latin language. This part is a compilation of poems about most of my thoughts and feelings for a certain happening... I hope you guys can help me out by commenting on what you think, so I know what part of my writing should I improve to make a better one or to express myself more... thanks and enjoy.!!! APIR.!! :) Any questions about my story or about anything? Just click the link and ask me http://ask.fm/wackeejackee Please do like my page too… its https://www.facebook.com/w.jackee Or follow me on twitter… https://twitter.com/wackeejackee THANK YOU…

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Lexa is sick and tired of being under her mother's control. All the time she is learning. She can't go out with someone. She doesn't even have friends. So when the principal is telling her about a possibility for her to join the program of student exchange, she's grabbing this chance as much as she can. Clarke's life is perfect. Great friends, a beautiful house, money. But still, something in her life is missing. After the heartbreaking break-up with her former boyfriend, Finn, she's lost something, and she can't find it again. After Finn, she closed herself from everyone, even her best friends, Octavia and Raven, so she won't lose anything else from another heartbreak. When Lexa moves to Griffin's house everything changes. Clarke didn't need another problem to carry, especially some stranger in her house. And Lexa? She just tried to move away from her mother. She didn't want to be a problem. This is Clexa AU Fanfic. None of the characters belong to me. 24.08.2020 - started 24.06.2021 - completed

Random thoughts changed form from being only abstract to being the blood leaking from my pen's tip .🍁

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.

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!

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