The magic emporium.

There are many shops that are filled with costumers, but there also ones which no one ever entered the emporium was like that.

Every day in the emporium the lights are on and a billion aromas fill the air yet no one ever entered. A set of budgies sat singing on there perches. Although there were sounds of popcorn popping and people laughing yet nobody entered.

Ash had always despised what his parents had said unless it was something that he liked.
He was biking down a narrow cramped side road. He got off his bike as he saw something glimmer through the shop window.

Ash stared at the wonders through the double glazed he stepped into the shop and watched as two ancient ravens swooped past him. There was a set of engraved pocket watches that lay on the counter, but the only thing that didn’t glimmer was a large leather bound book. He flicked through the pages and the pictures began to come to life like a video from an iPhone like it was all real.

“Ahah I see you have found my book of curiosity” came a deep voice from the shadows.
“But what ever you do do not write in the book” it said again.