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Marie's Dhalias

As Marie felt a sudden vibration from her pocket, she took her phone out to find a message from a strange phone number. 'Meet me at this address and, should you bring anyone with you, there will be serious consequences. ' the message made her feel confused, yet strangely curious. The directions were leading her to a notoriously dangerous area of New York, but that was not enough to stop her from helping this mysterious stranger. After a long and strange journey, she stood in front of a ridiculously high skyscraper each window had a different colour and size and in front of the giant door stood Milley Cyrus. 'How are you, Marie? Don't be so shy, come on in so we can have a small chat. ' Marie was stunned that someone in the public eye, like Miley Cyrus, would be so eager to need her help for anything in that matter. As they were walking inside the building, Marie could not believe her eyes, tiny fairies were flying everywhere, a small pond was in the middle of the floor, which was grass and Dhalias, and the elevator was covered in ivy, and all the way on the other side of the room. When they got in the elevator Miley revealed. ' The real reason why I need you is to help me finish writing my album. I have read your blog and, I was pleasantly surprised to find how beautiful and profound your poems were. The second reason is that me and my composer had a bit of a spat and he no longer works for me.' Marie responded begrudgery 'I don't want to rush into something so complex and time-consuming. ' 'I will pay you 1 million dollars for each song that you write.' 'When can I start?' replied Marie gleefully and no sooner had she accepted the deal, than the doors of the elevator opened to reveal a spacious penthouse filled with furniture from the 70s and 80s, painted with funky neon colours and patterns. After Marie recovered from the shock caused by the colours, she followed Miley to the recording studio. After they discussed the themes of the album, Marie started to write the first song. After Miley analysed the song carefully she disclosed something. ' I have never had an ear for writing songs, but you are a natural at this. It's almost like you have been a writer in a past life.' ' Maybe that is true Miss Cyrus.' 'Oh please, I am not that old. Please call me Miley. ' They wrote, laughed and talked about everything and everyone all of the night. At 5 A.M. a scarlet fairy fumbled on the desk and whispered something into Miley's ear. ' Well, it is time for you to go Marie. My producer will arrive at any moment and he cannot know the fact that I fired another composer. He would go totally ballistic on me. ' After Marie heard those words she was rudely awoken by her alarm clock. In a nutshell, after a month or so, Miley Cyrus released a new album called 'Marie's Dhalias' containing all of the songs she dreamed about. 'It turns out that keeping an eye out for Miley's new album was not a waste of time. ' She thought as she was writing another poem on her blog.

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The Ripper

As I was working tirelessly on my homework for my biology class, the whole home darkened suddenly and I dawdled towards the window to check if the other houses had their power down as well. Strangely enough, I stumbled upon a crumpled-up paper on the window with the words 'RUN' written in a hieroglyphic style. Suddenly, I felt a strange presence behind my back and I started rushing towards my door to escape this dangerous entity. After I locked the door, I noticed that my backyard was replaced by a misty and sombre forest filled with lanky trees and rotten vines with sharp spikes. Looking behind my back, I no longer saw my safe, cosy home, but rather the rest of the creepy forest and a pair of gleaming scarlet eyes moving closer and closer to me. My fight-or-flight response kicked in, and I was dashing frantically deeper and deeper into the forest, ripping my pyjamas in the process. After having jogged for more than an hour I bumped into a tiny elderly woman who said. ' Come to my home so you can hide from the Ripper. ' She grabbed my arm and dragged me onto a clearer, more welcoming path of the woods. The closer we got to her cottage, the greener and sunnier the timberland became. After a long, yet beautiful journey, I observe her marvellous cottage covered in indigo roses and her garden filled to the brim with marigolds, lilies and tulips. Had I waited outside for her, I would not have seen her fantastic room filled with potions, witchcraft books, charms and tarot cards. After she brought me a chair, she explained. ' I must say, I have never seen the Ripper bring someone here. He usually tortures his victims on earth. You must be quite special if he chose to bring you here.' ' I am sorry, but I have a couple of questions. Firstly, who is this Ripper and, secondly why on earth has he chased me into this creepy forest? ' ' Well, the Ripper is a spook who draws his power from the energy of young boys. He is very particular when it comes to his victims and never have I seen him bring one of you in the woods of despair. My guess is that he wanted to weaken you before he fed off your soul. ' ' What can I do to stop him and go back home? ' 'Should you challenge him, you will need a staff and to learn some spells. Only if you come out victorious, you will be able to go back home. ' After this enlightening discussion, she brought me a staff and a spell book, and we started the training. The training lasted for a couple of days, but it felt more like a couple of decades. Although the work was difficult and excruciating, I was ready for my battle. On a full moon, I went back into the forest of despair in search of the Ripper. Not long after, he spawned in front of me. He had a lanky, yet strong build and wore a dark cloak which accentuated his piercing scarlet eyes. Out of nowhere, he blasted a fire spell towards me, but I swiftly blocked it with a protection charm and defended myself with an ice blast. He summoned the vines, which clawed their way from my legs all the way to my chest, but I quickly burned them and bent the earth so I could engage him. No sooner had I done that, than I woke up inside my room with the note on my bedside, leaving me to ponder the implications of this dream.

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Marie's Dhalias

As Marie felt a sudden vibration from her pocket, she took her phone out to find a message from a strange phone number. 'Meet me at this address and, should you bring anyone with you, there will be serious consequences. ' the message made her feel confused, yet strangely curious. The directions were leading her to a notoriously dangerous area of New York, but that was not enough to stop her from helping this mysterious stranger. After a long and strange journey, she stood in front of a ridiculously high skyscraper each window had a different colour and size and in front of the giant door stood Milley Cyrus. 'How are you, Marie? Don't be so shy, come on in so we can have a small chat. ' Marie was stunned that someone in the public eye, like Miley Cyrus, would be so eager to need her help for anything in that matter. As they were walking inside the building, Marie could not believe her eyes, tiny fairies were flying everywhere, a small pond was in the middle of the floor, which was grass and Dhalias, and the elevator was covered in ivy, and all the way on the other side of the room. When they got in the elevator Miley revealed. ' The real reason why I need you is to help me finish writing my album. I have read your blog and, I was pleasantly surprised to find how beautiful and profound your poems were. The second reason is that me and my composer had a bit of a spat and he no longer works for me.' Marie responded begrudgery 'I don't want to rush into something so complex and time-consuming. ' 'I will pay you 1 million dollars for each song that you write.' 'When can I start?' replied Marie gleefully and no sooner had she accepted the deal, than the doors of the elevator opened to reveal a spacious penthouse filled with furniture from the 70s and 80s, painted with funky neon colours and patterns. After Marie recovered from the shock caused by the colours, she followed Miley to the recording studio. After they discussed the themes of the album, Marie started to write the first song. After Miley analysed the song carefully she disclosed something. ' I have never had an ear for writing songs, but you are a natural at this. It's almost like you have been a writer in a past life.' ' Maybe that is true Miss Cyrus.' 'Oh please, I am not that old. Please call me Miley. ' They wrote, laughed and talked about everything and everyone all of the night. At 5 A.M. a scarlet fairy fumbled on the desk and whispered something into Miley's ear. ' Well, it is time for you to go Marie. My producer will arrive at any moment and he cannot know the fact that I fired another composer. He would go totally ballistic on me. ' After Marie heard those words she was rudely awoken by her alarm clock. In a nutshell, after a month or so, Miley Cyrus released a new album called 'Marie's Dhalias' containing all of the songs she dreamed about. 'It turns out that keeping an eye out for Miley's new album was not a waste of time. ' She thought as she was writing another poem on her blog.