This is the Wall-nibbler not some other insects. What caused its creation? How does its biology work? well this discovery start in the Sixties and in the the lush rainforests of the Amazon and there was a new insect. it’s abilities are renowned by entomologist and they started to wonder is there any more features to know about.

The main description of the Wall-nibbler is that its does have a part normal biology though when it was brought to the wooden shacks in Suriname and there it gained it’s reputation for reproducing and eating houses with their parasite like mouths and their ability to fly with the majority having two wings and their legs can crawl on walls and ceilings. Unfortunately the south of this place as the only Dutch speaking south American country became a sanctuary of the Wall-nibblers. their unique mandibles could bite through wood and their Compound eyes could see any movement. Additionally, with these powers there is a weakness is water.

Furthermore abilities that are well known is it eats of wooden wall hence the name, its sting which equal to a wasp’s, A minority have been seen with four or six wings that causes it to be nimble and with that speed they can be a danger to any home. A useful deterrent against them is any water launching devise if its a hose or a water gun etc. Their thorax is where breathing system and at abdomen is where their vital organs and the venom is stored.

Trying to accelerate, he dashed to the oak door then he noticed that someone up ahead was peering through the wooden door. Forest still enveloped him and his exit back to the Emporium, back to Aberdeen.
The beings slumped to Sam whilst he ran. He exited the world of gloom that lies there. And when he exited he saw the same person who had told him not to touch the book stood here at this moment in time with a disapproving face.

“Who said you could doodle in that book?” he lectured to Sam but no reply. “You can cross many borders but the past is one we should not as the space and time would change the present to chaos if you stayed there too long.”
“I had no idea it would cause so much destruction!” Sam stuttered
“Yet its expected for me.”

As Sam ran through the corridor to exit the owner said, “Come back That’s if you remember this,” and after Sam walked out, the Emporium itself had vanished into a beige mist. Nowhere to be seen. Then a bakery stole the original position of it.

He dawdled home, confused by what he thought had been witchcraft when it was wonders given to the Emporium as dreams from child to the eldest man in this place.

As Sam ran through this lush field, he noticed the sun falling to uncover darkness as the orange sky was drowned out by the obsidian night ,stars shone to only be a micro lamp. His confused conscious questioned how reality would allow this. Instantly birds glided over Sam head as he drew closer to a home. The house was covered in moss and other things.

Opening the door he saw a hallway, though as he moved a sound flowed into his ears. Whilst he walked across the spruce floor he saw a small set of birch chairs and a table right next to a comforting fire place lit, he noticed stairs.

As he sped up the curved silver stairs he heard a gravely voice, “Thank you for coming.”
“Uh your welcome ?”Sam replied not knowing who or what it was. At the top was a few rooms filled with beds and two with a box of toys like the ones he saw at the Emporium. He herd a sound of glass shattering though the smell of sausages and roast dinner. The next sound was a table falling and he could not stay up here as the sounds drew him closer. The white walls turned black the colourful floor became a grey disappointment.

“Come here little boy.” the voice stuttered. Then Sam saw quartz eyes sitting in a head with pale and damage. Fear was here. He shrieked in fright, petrified by its look. He ran as fast as his legs would allow. He slammed the door wide open, as he past more forest filled with things from a fairy tale and those things would chase him back to the door he had come through yet there was no door. Panic filled his blood, emotions were scrambled in his mind, although he kept on. Still no door. “Where is it?” he said, almost unable to speak. Then the door fifteen meters to him twenty-five.

Prologue
Some say it’s impossible to stay in the world of dreams. However, it is possible, you just have to have the belief. There are rooms most would say belong to fairy tales yet they are real. The Emporium lets its customers create rooms of wonder. It asks for no money yet you give it part of your mind.

Consider the chances to feel like swimming in the clearest lake or watch history its self but not on a screen. You wouldn’t even count the number of rooms although only a select few remember the Emporium.

Chapter 1

Sam was known for his curiosity, at the worst of times getting him into dangerous situations. This was one of them. It was a dreadful Wednesday, the hail and rain pounded on buildings. Dawdling through the streets of Aberdeen, Sam felt the icy rain slither down the inside of his raincoat.
Turning down a cobbled side street he noticed one light shining in the gloom, Sam sped up to the charred doorstep of the old building, Plates of ornate designs stood leaning against the damp window, he gingerly nudged the unlocked door, it creaked open. Sam stepped in.
Toys moved like their real life counterparts; books made from the finest leather and silk looked like they were begging to be read, Sam ducked as model aircrafts flew past his head. A small fleet of dreadnoughts were in a lake filled with salt water and sea life. Emotions rushing throughout his mind “How come these items are here in dreadful Aberdeen?” he asked himself loudly
“Its because we came here.” a gravely voice muttered beside him.
Confused, Sam jumped back in fright, he slammed his back into a shelf filled with priceless pottery which toppled onto the birch floor, yet the pots did not smash. He pulled himself up. Instantly he noticed a book on an oak stand, titled “The Book of Creation”. As he reached for the book, a hand whipped his left leg.

“I see your mind has fooled you into grabbing my Book of Creation!” a voice mocked in accent Sam never heard. “I should have placed this treasure somewhere safer” the strange young man muttered as he rushed to another room, the book tucked safely under his arm.
Sam, stared after the man in amazement, “who was that?” he questioned, confused.

The Night Emporium
Prologue
Some say it’s impossible to stay in the world of dreams. However, it is possible, you just have to have the belief. There are rooms most would say belong to fairy tales yet they are real. The Emporium lets its customers create rooms of wonder. It asks for no money yet you give it part of your mind.

Consider the chances to feel like swimming in the clearest lake or watch history its self but not on a screen. You wouldn’t even count the number of rooms although only a select few remember the Emporium.

Chapter 1

Sam was known by his curiosity and at the worst of times get him in dangerous situations. yet this was one of them. It was a dreadful Wednesday the hail and rain pounded on buildings, Aberdeen was in
a shower Sam was dawdling in the ice cold rain. The Night emporium was unknown to most of the public yet the gates were open, not missing a chance he speeded to the charred door step, plates of ornate designs stood leaning against the damp window, he stepped in to find toy moving like there real life counterparts; books made from the finest leather and silk looked like they were asking to be looked on the inside, clothes stood out as if they were from centuries ago.

Models of aircrafts and dreadnoughts were above a bath filled with salt water and life. He was filled with emotions rushing throughout his mind “how come these items be here in dreadful Aberdeen?” he questioned “its because we came here.” a voice muttered confused in fright he slam his back into a shelf filled with pottery colliding with birch floor yet the pots did not smash from priceless plates to sharp shards. he pulled up himself bruised. Instantly he notice a book titled “The book of creation” as he was drawing closer to the oak stand a hand slammed into his left leg.

“I see your mind has fooled you into grabbing my book of creation!” a voice mocked in accent Sam never heard.
“I should of placed this treasure in something more safe” before he left Sam grabbed onto the fine coat he was wearing
“Yes?”
“Could I learn how this happened” Sam asked stuttering in the process though he’d left the room before any answer came out.

​I would take the smell of baked goods,
as it draws me closer to pretzels and doughnuts.

I would take the acidic tastes of lemons and limes,
whilst I look for fruits and create a fruity delicious dessert.

I would take the sound of a computer filling up with errors
whilst the loud bang of a bomb explodes
and dies out seconds later.

I would take the touch of my flaming flannels,
that were drowned in bubbling hot water,
the feeling of a tree touching me
as if a human was there.

I would take a shard of ice
shaped as sharp as a blade from centuries ago.

The smashed jar of marmite.

Through the green door, I
saw​ endless fields of grass
growing.

Through the charcoal door,
I saw the black void of
interstellar space.

Through the lapis door, I
was surrounded by
water it was like I got hugged.

Through the crimson doors,
I saw the inside of a star burning its core.

Through the magenta door,
I swam gleefully in a blackcurrant lake in a glass

Through the spice door,
I saw South Asian foods everywhere
as I walked on.

Through the ash door,
I walked through the ashes of
combusted homes.

Through the brown door,
The trees towered above me
whilst I was on mud.

Through the macaroon door,
White enveloped
yet I was black in this pearl void.

Through the pineapple door,
I was on an island covered in sand
as I drank water.

Through the green door, I
saw​ endless fields of grass
growing.

Through the charcoal door,
I saw the black void of
interstellar space.

Through the lapis door, I
was surrounded by
water it was like I got hugged.

Through the crimson doors,
I saw the inside of a star burning its core.

Through the magenta door,
I swam gleefully in a blackcurrant lake in a glass

Through the spice door,
I saw South Asian foods everywhere
as I walked on.

Through the ash door,
I walked through the ashes of
combusted homes.

Through the brown door,
The trees towered above me
whilst I was on mud.

Through the macaroon door,
White enveloped
yet I was black in this pearl void.

Through the pineapple door,
I was on an island covered in sand
as I drank water.