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My name is Gemma. Meryine is my Witch name. My interests are painting/drawing, writing stories mostly sci-fi. I am writing a story called 'Clones' at the moment. It's about a young woman who is a clone, one of three. She's genetically engineered to kick butt. Here is an extract: "Welcome to my world/worlds, the future 2041. What I mean by world/worlds is that theres the real world and the computer world where everything is real but it's a hologram. You can do anything like balance a pin on its point and even fly. The future is a place where music is the place to be. I work as a porta in a music club. A porta is a person who transports someone, anyone into a music programme. Some programmes can have hallucinogenic effects. What we call a music world, is like a huge hall packed with loads of people surrounded by multi colours and loads of patterns that move and seem to hover. There's music coming out of every nook and cranny. etc,...
I have had a few spiritual experiences throughout my life. Heres one of them. When I was 7 years old I sat up in my bed, turned my head and saw a square three foot tall figure standing at the side of my bed. She was dressed in a red blazer and black trousers. She had blond hair and blue eyes rather like me. I said hello willingly, therefore I was not scared but I felt peace and love. This figure started to talk in a strange language that I understood slightly, she seemed to be saying that I should be careful what I do and I was a talented child and should not give it up. I do not understand what she meant and to this day I still don't. I have proof that this happened, my mother heard me talking to the figure and came in, and said, "who are you talking to" I whispered to that person standing there, but I took another look at the figure but it had faded away.
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~ A fairy poem~
~In The Garden~
The garden is where the fairies live,
Where they come from I don't know,
But I know about the lovely gifts they give
And the love the fairies show.
They all hold hands and dance a lot,
They look after flowers and trees;
They talk with the insects and play a lot
And do whatever they please.
They like to talk to people like me
Because we need to understand
That wherever the fairies come to dwell
There'll be flowers all over the land.
By Carol Tibbs
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