Trying to ignore the beast’s scream as security captured it, James dashed towards where the door that leads back to the Emporium stood. However, as he got closer, James realised the door was gone! Instead, there was a portal stuck on to a brick wall. James dived into the portal and entered back into the galaxy Emporium.

James stepped into the shop. Mr Roman was staring right at him. “Did you enjoy the football match?”asked Mr Roman. “Yes,”replied James. “The thing is,”explained Mr Roman,” you can visit any world in this Emporium, but you need to learn how to understand them.” “Okay,”replied James. “I’m going home for a day or two. I am sure my parents are worried about me,”said James.

James stepped into Mr Giordmaina road. He turned around to have one last look at the galaxy Emporium, but it was gone! Instead, there was a mini Tesco that stood in the place that the teal blue door once stood. As James walked home, there was a falcon that followed him all the way home that he didn’t know about.

“My name is Mr Roman Dolphin, but you could call me Mr Roman,”he said, staring at James until he stepped back cautiously. “This is my emporium. What do you think of it?”asked Mr Roman. “I like it a lot,”replied James. “Do not touch the book of wonders until I think you are ready, but you are free to look around the emporium and touch other things,”shouted Mr Roman.

A few minutes later, Mr Roman left the room leaving behind his black and red top hat floating to the ground. James was left behind in the enormous emporium. He tried to find Mr Roman, but all he could see are millions of different coloured, shaped, and numbered doors. James wondered where do they all lead and who made them?

James looked left and right, he saw Mr Roman again. “I had a long thought. You may look in the book of wonders,”murmured Mr Roman. James dashed to the book and opened it. He saw pictures of people making Iron in the Iron age, a person named Pie looking at his computer screen, and an octopus above the clouds.

Later on, James had a rainbow pen that appeared magically in his hand. He started drawing spaghetti playing football with a meatball as the ball that no string of spaghetti could kick. There was a crowd of tomato sauce. It was spaghetti versus pasta.

BANG! James stopped drawing, put the pen down, and sprinted to where the sound happened. He opened the door and entered not a room, but something spectacular!

That spectacular thing that James saw was a crowd of tomato sauce that was cheering, spaghetti and pasta playing football with a meatball, and goals made out of noodles. It looked exactly like the drawing that James drew, but now it was real! James was so amazed so he got a chair, sat down, and watched the football game for all ninety minutes.

James had always been curious and his father always told him to never go down Mr Giordmaina road. One sunny afternoon, James found himself going down Mr Giordmaina road and saw something that haunted him.

In the wooden wall, there was an ancient teal blue door which had spikes that looked like the trails of a shooting star. The metal handle was shaped like the Queen’s crown. Slowly, James twisted the crown shaped handle and the door suddenly pushed itself open and James peaked inside.

To the left side of the room of magic, James saw a bone white grandfather clock ticking as fast as lightning, a bright yellow light bulb shining as bright as the sun, and an ancient maroon book lying on the talking table. In the right corner, James saw a pair of gold magic shoes that looked like Mo Farah’s sprinting shoes. In front of him, he saw a marshmallow that shouted “eat me!” eagerly, a ball kicking itself into a goal, and a spell book of wonders.

“I see you found my spell book of wonders,”murmured a deep voice. James shook in fear, closed the spell book, and looked up at the owners blood red eyes.

I would take the sound of,

a crazy clown laughing like a mad scientist,

monkeys swinging from tree to tree as fast as cheetahs,

and the Skyscraper building snoring.

I would take,

milk, which is as white as bones from a cow,

the words from the Holy Bible,

and the slime from a slithery snail.

I would take the smell of,

the smoke from a burning hot active volcano,

red roses that smells like a freshly baked cream cake,

and a talking tin of tomato soup.

I would take the sight of,

an alien in a space ship going to another universe,

the sun starring down at all of the planets in the solar system,

and dangerous daring dogs dashing down the street.

I would take the sound of,

a crazy clown laughing like a mad scientist,

monkeys swinging from tree to tree as fast as cheetahs,

and the Skyscraper building snoring.

I would take,

milk, which is as white as bones from a cow,

the words from the Holy Bible,

and the slime from a slithery snail.

I would take the smell of,

the smoke from a burning hot active volcano,

red roses that smells like a freshly baked cream cake,

and a talking tin of tomato soup.

I would take the sight of,

an alien in a space ship going to another universe,

the sun starring down at all of the planets in the solar system,

and dangerous daring dogs dashing down the street.

I would take the sound of,

a crazy clown laughing like a mad scientist,

monkeys swinging from tree to tree as fast as cheetahs,

and the Skyscraper building snoring.

I would take,

milk, which is as white as bones from a cow,

the words from the Holy Bible,

and the slime from a slithery snail.

I would take the smell of,

the smoke from a burning hot active volcano,

red roses that smells like a freshly baked cream cake,

and a talking tin of tomato soup.

I would take the sight of,

an alien in a space ship going to another universe,

the sun starring down at all of the planets in the solar system,

and dangerous daring dogs dashing down the street.

Through the pineapple yellow door,

maybe you’ll smell the stinky smell of cheese,

maybe you will see a banana pie as hot as the burning sun,

or a million emojis as yellow as a banana.

Through the teal blue door,

maybe you’ll see ice on a fire dragon’s back,

an enormous blue beautiful butterfly,

or a sea of ancient tears.

Through the apricot orange door,

maybe you’ll see a fire as big as the great fire of London,

bees making delicious honey,

or a talking tin of baked beans.

Through the strawberry red door,

maybe you’ll see a garden of beautiful red roses,

poisonous red berries,

or an ocean of sticky jam.

Through the stone blue door,

maybe you’ll hear the wind howling as loud as somebody speaking through a microphone,

maybe you will see a rain storm as big as Asia,

or a poem of brilliant ideas.

So go and open the door.