The Enchanted Emporium

Have you ever been inside a shop that makes you want to go back later that day? Do you ever sit in bed at the weekends whilst your mind is racing thinking of what can stall your boredom? Are you hungry for a new adventure? If any of what I have said is you, then you must visit the Enchanted Emporium. It is packed with exciting activities and adventures to fill up your family’s days. Some of our fan favourite objects are: intricate crystal crowns, antique pottery pots from the pyramids of Giza and priceless paintings by Leonardo Divinci. At the Enchanted Emporium, we’ve made a promise to deliver the most superior experiences to all of our guests.

Treat yourself to a thrilling, unforgettable adventure! You won’t believe the vibrant colours of the glistening Great Barrier Reef. The water sparkles below your eyes.

“I thought the shop was going to be useless but it has generated so many unforgettable memories!”-Prince William.
“Not a millisecond was wasted in that shop.”- Boris Johnson.

Contact us
Email- enchanted.emporium.enquiries.co.uk Call us- 0749729456 Where? – George Street Road. GSH 239

Chapter 4- disappear

Tom jumped but instantly regretted it. Surely there was a safer way down but Tom didn’t think about- he just wanted to get out. Although he was dropping, he could still here the squeaking vermin behind him. That’s when he thought it was all over- but he was saved. He felt a rush of warm air and something started to gather around him. Tom felt like he was being wrapped up and given to a child’s happy, smiling face on Christmas.

He could hear thunder and felt tiny speckles of rain drop onto his forehead. Tom still hadn’t figured out what he was in until he saw everything. It was: a dark, gloomy grey colour; it felt mysterious and unknowing like an unsolved riddle and it went at the speed of 85 miles per hour. Finally he guessed what he was in, he was in a tornado. He’d been swirling around for what felt like ages until it just stopped. Tom went tumbling to the floor and the crown fell of his head. Smash!

Tom turned around hoping to the see the doors to the Emporium. But all he saw was a gap between two other buildings. The magical shop had disappeared. Had he broken the magic by smashing the crown? The shop had been replaced with mouldy, rotten medicine boxes and sticky, red crosses. The objects had brought back memories that Tom didn’t want to have.

Tom had found himself in a small cottage hospital: deadly and contaminated. He saw: thick green moss growing in the creases of the traditional, Victorian windows; lifeless dead stems growing through the rotting bricks into the room and infectious, squeaking vermin scrambling recklessly around the cottage. Nothing could keep the vermin under control. Chaos!

Tom had been perched on the window ledge for 10 minutes- frozen with shock. Would he ever get out? He couldn’t just stay there forever, he had to get out before his body was added to one of the many piles of dead bodies. Tom’s mind travelled back to the emporium: if he had never gone in then he wouldn’t be stuck in such a life-threatening place. Suddenly he regretted everything. How could he escape?

Tom had finally got up, but he was quickly approached by a nurse who looked as lifeless as the dead bodies. The woman could barely keep her eyes open. How many hours had she been working for?                   She softly spoke, “What are you doing here? Sorry no visitors. If I were you I’d get out of here as quickly as I could. You’re very lucky to not be infected with this deadly virus!”

Tom exited the room and ran crazily down the hallway. On the left side was a door that was labelled ‘supplies’. Tom twisted the rust handle. Squeak. A window was open and it was a great opportunity for him to escape. Out he went onto the rooftop.

He was trembling with fear. His escape route didn’t go as he planned. He was swarmed by a huge group of ravenous rats. Tom couldn’t escape them. They had: greasy, rough fur that was uncomfortable to touch; black, beady eyes that acted like a mirror and a long pink tail. There was only one way out and that was to jump…

The Lonely Emporium 

Tom was always half asleep, he was never fully awake. His mum always had to drag him out of bed in the morning. His teacher was always giving him detentions for falling asleep in class. One day after school, he was strolling in town when he found a shop with a warm, comfy bed in it. He’d never been in there but had to go in and lie on the bed.

After Tom’s 4 hour nap, he felt revitalised: for the first time in a while. Maybe this odd, lonely shop was magical. The sun was setting and the whole Emporium lit up. He was surrounded by a whole lot of things. Across the room from him stood a tall cabinet of books stacked right to the top of the room. The title of one of the books was “how to turn your teacher into a spider!” Tom gulped when he read that.  The books were magical, ancient and witch-like.

He glanced over to another corner. A small glass table sat in the corner. The table was layered with padded fluff and had something bright on the top. He slowly started to walk over: still confused why it was just him in the shop. Tom got closer but got blinded by the beaming, transparent jewels. He was in shock. No one knew how much they cost: they were priceless. Tom didn’t know all the names for the jewels but the ones he knew were rubies and emeralds. They came in all different shapes and sizes.

The last thing he saw ( or so he thought) was a door. It looked regular but Tom knew it wasn’t. It was tall, black, oak and worn down. Tom thought it was a portal but it looked unreliable. He touched the stone-cold golden handle with fear filling up his body. It had a mysterious and magical look to it. He was sweating.

On the other side was a crown. Tom walked forward making sure the door didn’t lock behind him as he didn’t trust this place. The room was lit up by the richness from the crown. Tom ran his finger along the intricate designs, wiping the dust away to reveal an even brighter layer of gold. It was encrusted with crystals- even more blinding than the ones before. All Tom could think about were the Crown Jewels. The crown was velvet trimmed.

Tom jumped at the noise of the door. In walked an old man with a white, fluffy Barn Owl perched on his shoulder.

” Hello sir, do I know you?” questioned the man.

The Lonely Emporium

There are some shops that never hear the bell saying that someone has entered. The lonely Emporium was one of them. Rumours- good and bad- spread like wildfires in the town of Glasgow. Nothing good was ever said about that solitary, neglected shop. Perhaps people spread rumours to him because it was to mysterious and magical for him to know about. Perhaps n0-one had ever been inside because it was to unknowing: people say it was a disappearing act. Perhaps it was true that inside stood piles of weak, ancient books stacked up to the ceiling: books full of dangerous, life-ending spells. Even at Christmas when the lights glisten and the small, porcelain dolls are sat in the dirty, glass windows catching the children’s eye, the shop is still untouched. It really was lonely.

In the room of amazing art, the paintings started talking to me. In the room of beds, the quilts opened and welcomed me to the wild wilderness. In the room of cotton clouds, the shining sun woke up. In the room of gruesome graves, dead bodies had arose and started singing hymns. In the room of chickens, I got chicken pox. In the room of literacy, everything I spoke spoke of appeared. In the room of drawing, my dreams appeared.

WANTED!

Are you bored of sitting at home watching tv? Are you bored of having a boring job? Well employees are wanted. Are you interested in dragons? Dragon tamers are wanted! You would be richer than the richest king! If so, say no more!

We are seeking for the best dragon trainer. Are you experienced enough? You ned to be able yo catch, tame and train dragons.

If you feel this is the job for you, you’ll have to be committed to these things:

• working 6-7 days a week
• 11 hour working days
• travelling a lot (just in this country)

For this job you will need suitable clothes (but not that many as you’ll be given some)

Your rewards will be:

• 150 million a year
• a magic flying jacket
• 3 full meals a day
• snacks/drinks all day when you need
• One big holiday a year

You are guaranteed lots of protection when you’re learning.

Are you still interested? It will take lots of learning. If so please contact 074913271. Good luck!