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The energy from the machine overflowed with rich gold. Nicholas was tempted, he saw a letter. he looked at it with curiosity. He stopped in his tracks and read it; it was from his dad. Once he had read it, he realised why he did it. The man he hated with all his heart was warning him. It looked enticing but he held his humanly urge for money. The machines whirrs was a whip that pulls you in an laches on to you.

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standing in the workshop, hearing the machine ticking just made my hear feel instant regret.i thought oh all the dreams that I put in the evil machine. it was a moment that will never forget.

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Nicholas's hand trembled as he activated this monstruous device.a glass ball blast out holding a memory of them when they were together.Endless smoke smothered the air creating a nostalgic smell of when he was a child .Dust rusted.Moments later nicholas was in disbelief... (isn't the best

I love you all it was a pleasure meeting youI appreciate Anna and Rachel for all the support you have given me. If it weren't to you I wouldn't be here.So a big shout out to Rachel and Anna THANK YOU.xxxxxxxxx

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When I was a child, my told me a story of a man. He was a man who had struggled with money, even with his ingenious ideas. One day, he created a machine that took ideas and turned it into money based on how good and practical the idea was. He would eventually have a lot of money. But, he paid a price. He had no ideas that were his. Although he was rich, he lost his creative self along the way...

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As Nicholas walked in, all his memories came back to him at once. There were ones where he was happy, sad, angry. He looked in front to see the machine that ruined his life. There was a letter next to it. He read it slowly; his eyes teared up. The father he knew - gone for gold. He wished his dad had given up destroying his memories sooner.

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As the years burnt like a candle , Nichola stood surveying the machine . Click! The machine began to instigate ; deep within the machine was a life , a heart , a mind the Alchemist had fed it all his , his time , his love all wasted on a machine but the wealth he was looking for was right in front of him. Nicholas 's eyes began to water sending bullets down his face . The Alchemist 's machine recalled forgotten memories ; Once, was a father , who spoke of manufacturing a great invention , the next great mistake.

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He stumbled onto the machine; his father's machine. It was clear that it had been untouched for a long time: there was dust attached to it like the particles were clinging for their life, and there was a dusty sheet next to the gadget. Suddenly, it started clinking. It was all revealed. The secrets. The messages. The true life of his father. It was a bittersweet moment, as a video- which was a truth-unveiler - played, showing the memories...

I love you all so much. It was a pleasure meeting you all and Happy Sinhala New Year (which was on Monday) to anyone who celebrated! Anna and Rachel thank you sooooo much!!!!!!!!!! xxxxxxx

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Violently, the rusty machine began whirring. He jumped, not expecting it to start. Things started moving around in the machine. Memories were zooming left and right through tubes that were connected to the silver, rusting appliance. Nicholas couldn't believe what he was seeing. Dumbfounded, he looked to one side of the machine to see a replica of what his dad gave him when he was young. A tear rolled down his cheek as he held it. He missed his dad, dearly.

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I know we weren't meant to chat here but I want to thank Anna and Rachel for all their support.

Thanks,

Rohan

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Earlier that afternoon, the machine began to hum and whir, gradually becoming louder. A lightbulb began to flicker: the process was underway. A container of pink liquid fizzed and popped like a shaken can of sparkling water; it dripped through a tube leading to an intimidating needle. Nicholas winced as it pierced his skin - the transformation commenced...

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As dawn had rise,Nicholas had stumbled upon the machine- hidden for years-As Nicholas read the letter, his fathers letter, his father’s machine activated.An invention capable of changing the world came to life.The machine started of as an eggs ; eventually turned into pure gold.Nicholas couldn’t believe his own eyes.A old ,ancient pocket watch turned into a new, modern, gold pocket watch but he still hated the fact that his father only did it for greed…

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I just want to say that Anna and Rachel are the best - I wouldn't have done it without them. WE ALL LOVE YOU!!!!!!! TYSM, ALICE xxxxxxxx PS : i HOPE YOU ARE FEELING GREAT ANNA XXXXXXXXXXXX

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I went inside. There was a pocket watch- a gold one. I wondered what it was for; though I knew it was my father's. Just then, a bar of gold, and another, and another, came from it. The mystery of the watch was finally uncovered as it showed a playback of my father's memories. Soon, I realised his souvenirs were gone because of riches, gold and precious gems.

Have a nice day! =(^-^)=

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I just want to say thank you so much to Anna and Rachel K for this. I am so grateful. For the riddle, I have one.

I have keys, but I am not the keys to lock and unlock things. What am I?

Again, thank you dearly.