Pseudo Stories

I fixed Jason's shit. Clarke stays in Polis with Lexa, until Pike is detronized by Octavia. Enjoy The 100 as it should be. None of the characters belong to me. 01.10.2020 - started

History of P.U.R.P.O.S.E. where every destined person's life has changed from normal to unexpected terms of events happening in their daily lives

everyone is different.

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.

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

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?

The episode of my confusion

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!

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

fraud.u.lent ˈfrôjələnt/ adjective obtained, done by, or involving deception, especially criminal deception. synonyms: dishonest, cheating, swindling, corrupt, criminal, illegal, unlawful, illicit ________________________________________ Let the games begin. Published: March 15. 2016 Status: Ongoing

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?

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

J'ai relevé un défis il y a peu dans lequel je devais raconter comment j'ai choisis mon nom de plume. Ici, il s'agit de mon nom officiel "Kailryn".

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 can write one. So do I.

Pre tých, ktorí sa snažia tváriť, že je všetko super, krásne, slniečkové...ale vo vnútri dusia svoju bolesť. Tú bolesť, o ktorej nechcú aby niekto tušil...

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.