Flower sucker the wasp

its eyes like saucers

Searching the horizon

Poison injector

Fly etter 

Its wings slicing the air like a bullet 

And its fur like an old dog 

Flesh devourer 

Death bringer 

Its antennas like worms searching the ground for food 

Food finder 

Human stinger

 The Nightmare Emporium

Prologue:

There are some places that even the bravest and dumbest people don’t dare to go. The

The Nightmare Emporium was one of them .

Even though the sensational structure’s lights shone throughout christmas and all over holidays it’s twinkling lights, exquisite toys and flowers draped over the door. There were dishevelled petals getting ever closer to the ground but nobody entered. The door was too heathy and the curtains too dull. The crack in the door was too big.

In the busy town, Jim was running. He said he would nether stop. Now, he was too tired and the stall owner was catching up. He had stoll an apple and a loaf of bread earlier and ran. He darted in a door with a big crack. He had entered the emporium. 

Chapter 1:

Inside the emporium was packed with treasures of all shapes and sizes. In the corner, there was a  fish tank. Its frothy water was like sugar in a blender. Exotic fish were thrashing their heads against  the walls, heads lulling like a dog. Caneris screamed as a cat jumped on their cage and started chewing on their eyes. In the corner of the ceiling, a flickering light illuminated a tree with what appeared to be a monkey chewing on a guinea pig’s head as a pool of blood sat stagnant on the floor. Suddenly, the lights flickered out and puppets spelt welcome in each other’s guts.  Jim picked up an old leather bound book laying on the side. The horrors stopped. The lights came on and a voice cackled, “Welcome. I see you found my book of nightmares.”

Finally they were ready to leave.

After a lunch of pickled parsnips, when the slowest eaters had finished, a message arrived from the gravely High Mountain Clans, delivered by lava rat to say the Gorm were approaching. It gave them a map worn with age. The dreaded Gorm were on the way and the rabbits were in grave danger. The Steepwater warren was too new and the young saplings were barely classed as protection. The warren was never going to survive an onslaught.

The three rabbits , Phich (the oldest and bravest) , p

ebble(a toddler who was always hungry) and Pokin(an extraordinary young rabbit with a mace that couldn’t break) , left the comfort of a cosy home and warm food. Their journey was to the Ridgeback Caves would take many moons but the Gorm couldn’t come because of the cold but first according to the map they had to sneak through far North Castle, over the treacherous lava, through the Dark Forest Camp at the Leaning Tree of Wisdom cross the ever feared Frost Bridge sail up the glacial river.

Even the all powerful Gorm could not come to the Ridgeback Mounting Range, the iron of their armour would rust in an instant, making movement impossible. The thee
Siblings knew that if they reached the destination they would be safe. The well known paths would be patrolled by vicious Gorm scouts ready to attack. However the map pointed out ancent little paths hidden from unwanted eyes.

Desperately clinging to the rope of the rickety old bridge, as scared of the vast river with its boulders and fast rapids but pokin was reluctant to be crossing over the bridge and be reaching the steep cliffs on the other side. After a long walk Pokin trudge into the north castle, its vast hall stretching on and on and dark metal protruding from the wall snarling with aggressive anger. A Gorm turned a corner, its aluminium armour flashed as it caught the little light coming from the dingy window, Pippin squealed as she caught its blood red eye. A deep metallic voice grumbled “I’ve found them.” “Run” screeched Pokin “where’s pebble” brought out pich you “had him”. “He is on the floor.” “I will get him”said Pokin as he dived towards the Gorm and grabbed his ears

When they were out, darkness was on the horizon, the trio ran desperately to a worn down inn wall and they settled down for a meal of dried mushrooms and hazelnut cakes from home. There was a big dead manar ash tree nearby and the tired rabbits heaved a log the tree as a makeshift ladder with the last of their strength they heaved themselves up the tree for an uncomfortable night sleep.

Pokin’s fond sleep didn’t come easy that night his mind swelled with images of the vast hall of steepwater and of black metallic creachers tossing and swarming around in his mind. Would they ever be going to reach the ridge back montings alive?

In the room of fighting,

I narrowly dodged a knife as a flame-thrower

breathed its scorching breath down my back.

In the room of monkeys,

A howler monkey screeched and a baboon howled. 

In the room of drink,

I reached for a can of sweet refreshing fanta.

In the room of darkness,

I glimpse at a lost fugitive, hanging out a train window

As it flew past, in a second they were gone like the wind

Leaving a yellowish glow in their mist.

In the room of starvation,

a gnawing pain was clawing at my stomach 

as my sister howled

And my mum collapsed. 

In the room of paintball,

A pellet smashed my knee covering me in a red mess

Drenched in  paint  i took up my gun shot with quick succession

Splattering my sister.

In the room of nuclear bombs

I Was flying high in the sky other hongkong.