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ask Tiada / Sailor MaatSenshi's name?
Sailor Maat

Civilian name?
Tiada Shawky

Age?
15

Birthday?
October 11th

Occupation?
I'm a student.

Grade?
9th

What would you like to be/do when you grow up?
I want to be a television presenter.

Family life?
I live together with my dad in an apartment. He is an architect.
My mother died shortly after my birth.

Where are you from?
Kairo, Egypt. But I also lived in Sidney, Singapur and Dubai.

Personality traits?
Tiada is optimistic, sociable, motivated, courageous and would risk her life to save and to avenge someone. She occurs threats against courageous and sometimes prevent disasters. However Tiada is quite unrealistic ask Tiada / Sailor Maat18 minutes ago in Profiles

The Unknown KingdomIn a place
Unknown too many.
Here he dwells
In his goblin city.

Rays of blonde
Flow to his shoulders.
Untamed like a
Wild lion's mane.

Mismatching eyes
One bright, one dark
Filled with emotions
Pure and tainted.

He isn't human
But a Fey.
Ruler of this
Land of fantasy.

He is unique
Just as his clothes.
He appear when
A child calls.

He found love
With a girl named Sarah.
Who left him broken
When she saved her brother.

The man who gave
Her everything.
Now sits in his palace
Waiting for his queen.The Unknown Kingdom18 minutes ago in Free Verse

RynekCiepłe, pomarańczowe światło latarani rozjaśniało okolicę. Stojące na placyku parasole kawiarni i otaczające go kamienice sprawiały, że czuła się jak w innym czasie. Wszystko było współczesne, ale coś się zachowało. Stała na środku, wpatrując się w nieczynną fontannę i słuchała. Wokół niej rozbrzmiewały głosy spokojnego, piątkowego wieczoru. Ciche rozmowy, śmiech. Uśmiechnęła się do siebie. Czuła się jakby jakaś bariera oddzielała jąRynek21 minutes ago in Short Stories

in vitro meatsloth;
sill diffusing the bombs

the crime sorcier of hyper-
sexual plants

this air is so dirty
the sophists are sweating

while eating their supper, while
scratching their slogans

'to the spine of our eyes
shorthand-surreptitious

and the future assured
on the whim of syntheticsin vitro meat22 minutes ago in Free Verse

I want toI want to cry but I can't
I want to hurt myself but I shan't
I want to sleep but my eyes seem to stay like a plant
I want to hug you but your far away
I want to love you but here I have to stay
I want to smile for you but not I may
Although I feel all this pain
My wait for you will not be in vain
One day we will meet again
And maybe my pain will be put to an end. I want to22 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

ImprintionIt had never been attempted before, not on a single human being in all the world. The idea was known as Imprintion, that if you took a brain and uploaded enough thoughts into it before letting it process it for 72 hours, it would create a mind unlike any other. After a couple of minor tests on criminals, many of which resulted in madness or simple brainwashing, one finally became so intelligent he actually escaped form prison. He was quickly found again and given twenty extra days to live, as he was death-roll inmate. The result was a number of books and recorded speeches like no other. The doomed man pumped information and logic into everything he touched for those twenty days. He only slept as much as he needed too and was constantly doing something to make his remaining existence meaningful. Books on religion, history, logic, and people iImprintion22 minutes ago in Short Stories

Legend's of Minecraftia Ch 3Chapter 3
As the sun rose, the blooming light lit up Deadlox’s room.

On the bed was a resting Jessie, her long blond hair curled around her fingers. The green cover’s were slowly sliding of the bed.

Then a small creek filled the room, “she should be sleeping still Jas”, Deadlox whispered, “ok, I’ll get Dawn, you can wake her up”, Jason left, “well this is going to end badly”, Deadlox mumbled to himself.

Jessie stirred in her sleep, oh crap, what do I do, I can’t walk up to the bed and be like, hey baby wake up, she’ll slap me and anyway she is Jason’s girl, Deadlox thoLegend's of Minecraftia Ch 323 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters

The EndA story begins
A tale is told.
How it is said
How it unfolds.

We became hooked
In an instant.
As we lost
All our senses

A boy losing his
Whole family.
To becoming a hero
That everybody needs.

First pet was an owl
Who became his friend.
He found out the truth
About his parents.

We were with him
Throughout everything.
We've seen him grow
As the years flew on by.

Seven years in books
Eight years in movies.
Each tells the adventure
Each weaves the story.

Till the end
Our eyes filled with tears.
No longer do we wait for
The next premier.

The story is over
No more of the tale.
He grew with his friends
And became an adult.

A story ends
The tThe End24 minutes ago in Free Verse

KHR! 11^Famiglia: 2X2424 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters

NightmareI was locked up in a building, locked up in a single room, me and two others.

A menacing lady was also there, evil in the very core.

She said that "If you do not get the six stars from your parents because your parents don't want to spoil you rotten, I will personally kill you in the most gruesome way possible."

We were all so scared, we were all so confused.

I knew this woman but I didn't.

The task had so much more depth but it didn't.

I begged to my dad, who thought nothing of it, but he gave me the six stars.

I knew what they were for but I didn't. It was confusing yet it wasn't.

The lady deceived us. She didn't care about the starNightmare24 minutes ago in Short Stories

Freudian Reading of 'Dracula' and 'Green Tea'24 minutes ago in Academic Essays

DepthThere's a depth to you
That your eyes can't disguise
I ache to know itDepth26 minutes ago in Haiku & Eastern

Mystery ManHe creates a land of dreams
Where kids wish they could be.
Made of pure beautiful candy
As hard as it may seem.

He has traveled all over the world
From Loompaland to the U.S.A
Searching for key items
To make his so sweet candy.

He is unique in many ways
Like no other in history
He lives in a factory
With Oompa-Loompa's.

Wears a top hat upon his head
To make him feel taller than the children.
Nobody has truly seen him
face to face in the world.

He is a mystery for many
One that can't be solved.
As we walk by this kingdom on the street
In the window we try to sneak a peek.Mystery Man28 minutes ago in Free Verse

South Park: MineIt occurred to me the other day that the tugging in my chest and the queasiness in my stomach and the pounding in my skull, was not some weird-ass illness I had picked up from hanging around the people I do. Because, though that would make sense, I could not take any more time off school to recover from a sickness that was not improving at all. The school nurse told me that she could find nothing wrong with me, but suggested I go home for the rest of the day just in case. I did not get better and the local doctor told me the same thing, "spend a few days at home, but there does not seem to be anything wrong with you".
"Psychosomatic," I heard him say to my mother; then had to explain, "In her head. She should be fine."
Two weeks passed and my mother was worried. Hell, I was worried because I woke up and did not feel like getting up for anything. I slept in. Barely ate. The only time I felt vaguely human was the same time I felt like vomit was slipping up my throat; whenever mySouth Park: Mine29 minutes ago in Short Stories

Inflorescencia nostalgicaElla es un girasol que voltea su flor
en cada esquina, cada parada
donde el sol con sus rayos
ilumina sus memorias
con ese alguien de turno.
De esos lugares regados de brácteas
arrancadas por promesas de aire.
No son más que uno o varios
recuerdos que arrancan lágrimas
a la memoria.
Por eso,
recogí granos reminiscentes
de las mejores que pude hallar
entre los despojos.
Y así poder sembrar
una carcajada desengañada.
A cada lugar donde vaya.
Ser en la soledad
La flor que ríe al contar
Los pétalos inocentes ahora ausentes.
Palmerita Estrellada, 2013Inflorescencia nostalgica29 minutes ago in Free Verse

I've lost interest in what makI've lost interest in what makes me happy
I'm so tired and life has trapped me within this cage of expectation but where shall I go from here. Do I try to escape to nothingness or do I try to walk through the bricks and thorns that will cut through me with every step I take. This is my story I cook and leave pots and pans to go mouldy like my depression. I feel like the light within me has gone out. If I died tomorrow do you think that anyone would know? Would anyone give a shit? I live in a box that is draining my money away. I can't tidy up I've tried and I just mess it up again. I can't even relax when I do I drift off to the world of dreaI've lost interest in what mak30 minutes ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Dealing With The Royal Deranes Chapter 16A: ~~Because we don’t need a montage with music skip~~
By this time, the kingdom was now fully fixed and the stables up and running again. People still couldn't tell Arasha was pregnant, only other dragons and those she or Gil had told knew about it. She had started throwing up in the morning though, which wasn't good considering she had a meeting with the royal court today to discuss new laws. Arthur was glad just about everything was back to normal.
H: Gilbert had been busy trying to convince Owen to loosen the blow on him by telling him it was to stop the wars. Lexa ran up the streets four children following her "Come on hurry!" ShDealing With The Royal Deranes Chapter 1631 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters

FrozenHis eyes are a icy blue
Sharp like icicles.
Lit up with mischief
As his season appears.

His hair is stiff
Never moving in the wind.
It's always frozen
By his own hands.

His smile is bright
Like the rays from the sun
On a cool day
In early December.

His laugh brings forth
The cool winds of winter.
The strength differs
Upon his laughter.

His touch is soft
Like first fallen snow.
So cold when he
Touches people's noses.

This season of winter
Is a mix of smells.
Between mint and cinnamon
I couldn't tell.

He walks with grace
Far from a klutz.
No traces are left
In the depths of snow.

Nobody can find him
When spring comes
Only appears when
AuFrozen32 minutes ago in Free Verse

Serephia: A Dragon's World parSerephia: A Dragon's World part 10

Warning: The following part gets a bit graphic. If you do not wish to see, or have a weak stomach, you may skip this part if you wish. Anything important will be recapped in the next part

Everything was chaotic as Alec came out the grogginess he had been in. He slowly opened his eyes, watching fuzzy, colorful blotches move to and fro with haste. Sound started coming to him next, the sounds of screaming, crying, orders being given out. He couldn't remember anything. What had gone on? Were they attacked? He remembered the fireball, vaguely, and answered his own question.

As his vision started to clear, he aSerephia: A Dragon's World par34 minutes ago in Short Stories

The Lonely DaffodilThe Lonely Daffodil
By Jaana Humlie AKA Venka Le Fay

Once upon a time there was a Lonely Daffodil. Even though there were clusters of other Daffodils around her, she grew without a cluster of her own. Every day she would listen to the other clusters happily talk about the sun, the trees, and sky.

“The sun is quite warm today.” Said one Daffodil.

“Oh yes, wonderfully warm indeed.” Another Daffodil trilled. The Lonely Daffodil sighed unhappily as she listened to her neighboring clusters converse.

“If only I can have a cluster of my own, I wouldn't be so lonely.” The Daffodil said to no one. “IfThe Lonely Daffodil35 minutes ago in Short Stories

1Dime querida, como quieres que me sienta bien con esto encima, como creer las palabras que salen de tu boca cuando mentiste y quede solo en esta melodía, donde permanecí a cuatro paredes símbolo de mis decepciones, donde guardaba el llanto y la melancolía, mientras tu sonreías con otra persona, ironía que ahora me tratas como un extraño.135 minutes ago in Free Verse

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