Chapter 1-The troblesome

Aurora always had been troublesome, and her mother could never do anything but her sister told her that she always follows trouble. One gloomy evening, Aurora was trotting down a hill to get her mother some fruits from the Apple Tree, as she was walking down on Kensington Road she realised that the abandoned Emporium that she heard about on the news was slightly open, without hesitation she entered inside…

Outside, the gloom spread across the trembling town like fog hovering across the trees. Inside, ditched candy and gifts shops left by itself, sumptuous snow globes lined up one by one in front of the gift shop waiting to be shaken for once. Aurora found a blood-curdling doll staring deeply into Aurora’s eyes, she got the chills and carried on. Above her, was a high rope line that went across each side. Aurora was so amazed by the high rope line, she started to day-dream too much until the door closed and she gasped. She ran to the do faster than she has ever ran to try to open it, it wouldn’t budge one bit and then she gave up. As Aurora walked back to the gift shop, she realised that there was a jack-in-the-box. She came up to it and widened it up. Suddenly, a note came out saying ‘The book is on the book shelf’. Aurora was so confused, but since she likes trouble, she decided to find the book and in a blink of an eye,she found the book and opened it. Words shine like gold and the word splatters out in the air.

“Seems like someone has found the book of a drama queen?” wheezed a voice. Aurora shooked in terror, she quickly closed the book and turned to the owner. It was a quite old lady with a cap dangling on the floor and hair like Medusa. A snake slithered up her shoulder hissing at Aurora like it wants to fight!

If I were summoned

To create a treasure

I would take:

The touch of

A blanket hugging me

A branch holding me,

And fluff dangling on my face.

The sight of

The curled whiskers of a cat

The neon yellow head of a hybrid bird,

And the deadly sharp teeth of a coyote.

The sound of

A burst of boiling lava

A swirling temper of a tornado,

And a bomb exploded underground.

The taste of

My favourite chicken from KFC, sunbathing in the oven

The best flavour ice cream crying for me to eat,

And the most delicious crepes to be demolished by my mouth.

The smell of

A warm, bubbling hot chocolate

A cosy delicious cookie baking in the sun,

And soft, crunchy pretzels chilling beside the hot chocolate.

Go and open the lilac door,

maybe there is a Kunzite diamond,

a lilac flower bursting out

or a violet crayon following its line.

Go and open the porcelain door,

maybe you will see books 

collapsing down one by one

like dominoes.

Go and open the indigo door,

Maybe there is a furry rug making itself at home

Or a boysenberry sweating.

Go and open the mint door.

Maybe you will see someone dashing with their skates,

Or an emerald chocolate  ice cream melting in my hands.

In the room of cheerful cherries,

Rubescent and clash together

Like friends running up to each other.

In the room of shooting stars,

Continuous stars shone upon my eyes

As briskly as a chatty cheater.

In the room of soundless sorrow,

My tears rise up like the sunset in the sky.

In the room of alliteration,

Repetitive sounds packed my head.

In the room of maths equations,

My boredom knows no bounds.

In the room of stickmen,

Everything was pixelated.

In the room of nothing,

Nothing, just not a thing.