Do you love adventure? Do you want to go on another one? Then you should come to my shop, ‘The Enchanted Emporium’!. The new shop, that has everything, near you! Only £2.50 entrance and for kids under the age of 5 eat and enter for free! You will not regret, coming to visit our shop. We have anything you can imagine. Adventures of all kind, and doors leading to new worlds! The Enchanted Emporium, cook foods of all kind! Any food you can imagine, the best part being, if you

Don’t miss out on :

• fantastic food options
• bingo, and prize winners
• mazes, jungles and sandy deserts
• flavourful snacks

The Enchanted Emporium, is full of mysteries and secrets that only you can find and discover. Write your own world and everything that is held in it, in our world famous ‘Book of Luck’.Come visit us now! If you come once or more a month for 4 months straight, you can get an RC Card! 

Perks of having an RC Card :

• food is half price
• entry fee goes to £1.00
• better bingo prizes
• unlock new doors, to explore new places
• new levels of mystery and excitement

“What a fantastic trip. I really do recommend The Enchanted Emporium to anyone that enjoys exploring and discovering new places with their family or friends!” said Ms A Desai of Chorston.

We are open weekdays and Sundays from 9:00am – and close at 8:00pm. Find us at 429 Maple Road, Chorston, GI5, 682. To find out more, call us at 03972, 406499 or email us at enchanted@emporium.co.uk!

Don’t ignore this opportunity, and come stop by to pay a visit! And don’t forget, that adventure awaits you.

The Spiderfly is one of the most  fascinating insects found in the UK. It was discovered by a determined entomologist, Dr Whistlebigger who lives in the North-West part of England. Dr Whistlebigger has been in entomology studies, for 13 years now, and has helped us to discover some of England’s most amazing creatures. The Spiderfly is his 45th discovery of the year, and he is aiming to get to 100 by December. 

Appearance:

Dr Whistlebigger, was mostly intrigued by the Spiderfly’s sunset orange, translucent wings, and its unique patterns on each of them. This interesting insect’s most memorising feature, is that in the sunlight it’s wings reflect rays of light, and shows the translucency of the wings. It has a fantastic variety of eye colours, and the rarest one, is most likely vermillion, however some extremely common ones are sapphire blue, and emerald green. The Spiderfly has no scales, and has a furry, long body and when touched, it feels like silk on your fingertips.

Diet and Habitat:

A Spiderfly usually feeds on insects smaller than itself, such as flies, spiders, worms, and ladybugs. However some have been sighted pushing itself, and attempting to find other prey, such as toads, fish, slugs and snails. In England, the Spiderfly’s founding area, this insect’s particular type of prey, is easy to find and can sometimes be a little bit more challenging to catch. The habitat of a Spiderfly, is usually somewhere with a decent amount of rain and run, easy ways to find prey, and somewhere where grass is regularly damp or dry.

“Who are you? What’s going on?” asked Valerie without even turning.

“I could ask you the same question Sugar Plum,” replied a croaky voice. The voice sounded fragile and old. Possibly an old woman, or a witch. “What do you want from me?”.

“I- I was sent here! By the little blue door, with a white frame. The one in The Wonder Emporium!” explained Valerie.

“What door? I don’t see any door apart from that red one, and my front door,” the voice answered. “And I’m feeling hungry for a snack!”.

Valerie quickly turned away, and she knew she had to make a run for it. So she did. She ran. Away from the fireplace, to the front door, she grabbed her coat, opened the door, ran out and ran up the snowy hill, and back to where the door was. She had forgot one little, tiny thing. It was gone. The door had vanished when she got there.

The woman’s cackle grew louder, which meant she was getting closer. 

“Please just let me go! I just want to go home. I mean you no harm!” Valerie exclaimed. The door suddenly appeared with a giant flash of golden glitter. The glitter was enough the distract the witch, while Valerie opened the door went through and locked it as if all of this had never even happened.

Soon enough, Valerie was back in the corridor of the shop, and was safe. She had a look around, and went to the red velvet curtain, went through and closed it. Valerie found the book again on the table, and there was one more thing she knew she had to do before she went home. She opened the book, and flipped through each page rapidly, until she finally found her entry. She tore the page out with ease, crumpled it up and put it into her coat pocket. As she left the shop, she heard the jingle of the bell from the outside, as the slowly closed itself. 

Valerie smiled as she walked home, knowing this was all just her imagination, or so she thought. As she reached her hand into her right coat pocket, she felt the crumpled paper, of her diary entry touching her fingertips.

Valerie tried opening the book once again,  but it was as if the pages themselves had been glued together. She glanced around the shop, and not a soul was in sight. She slowly crept towards the velvet curtain, and quickly slipped behind it. She looked ahead to see a long corridor, and to her left the first thing she noticed, was a pastel blue door with a snowy white frame. The same one, she had written about in her diary entry. The fancy golden handle, gave a shiver as the cold metal touched her fingertips. Still, Valerie twisted the handle, and pushed the door open. 

All of a sudden, Valerie felt an icy breeze blown onto her pink cheeks. A bitter wind, threw bits of snow every which way, and the door slowly shut itself with a bang when it finally hit the frame. Valerie turned around to see it, but it had already vanished into thin air. 

She turned back around, to see her surroundings, and in the distance she noticed a small cottage, with a faint orange glow in the windows, and a lime of smoke rising from the chimney. She looked around again, and it was the only form of shelter in sight. She soon built up the courage, and began her journey to the little cottage. 

She opened the door to the small house, and a gust of warmth shot at her face, as she spotted the fireplace in the corner of the room. She quickly closed the door, and rushed over to sit by the fire. Valerie put both hands out and began rubbing them together, which door, and all of a sudden she felt an icy, thin hand slip over her shoulder. 

“My name is Stefiano Silver. I am the owner of this shop. I made everything it holds. Do you like it?” Mr Stefiano asked. “Please say something.” Valerie didn’t know what to say. She lifted her bottom lip back to her top one, and tried to speak.
“Y-yes it’s amazing. Y-you really made everything in here?” she asked curiously. “Even painted that painting?”.
“Yes I did. She really is amazing,” said Mr Stefiano said, gazing up at a well detailed painting of a beautiful woman, hanging on the wall.
“Who is beautiful?” question Valerie, with her curiosity growing by the second.
“Hmm? Oh no one. Never mind,”  he said “Just remember, do not touch that book. It can be very dangerous. Especially in the wrong hands.” And with a bomb of dust, he disappeared behind a scarlet curtain next to the counter.

Valerie quickly glanced around the room, to check and make sure no one was watching. She once again picked up the book, and flipped through the pages and for a slip second, it must have felt like she had gone back in time.

June 1864:
Dear Diary, I’m not entirely sure of what I should do now. My only wish, is to live forever with my daughter Katherine. It doesn’t feel right now that Elena’s gone. It doesn’t feel normal without her. I miss her terribly.

Valerie continued to read, and soon came to the conclusion, that maybe he did live forever. She took a pen from the pen pot on the counter, and began writing a diary entry of her own. When she finished, in her neatest handwriting, she signed at the bottom. Valerie put the lid on the pen, and suddenly each word on the page, began glistening with silver sparkled. Then the boom slammed shut, and wouldn’t open again. 

Prologue:

There are places in our world, in which no one has ever been. The Wonder Emporium, had however always been one of them.

Even though on a crisp December morning, the colourful lights twinkled as they light the dim shadow in the window. Even though you can always smell freshly baked blueberry muffins, or sense the taste of of warm sugar donuts, filling the air. Even though sometimes, the silence inside created a suspense of worry, you had never felt before. Even though the icy atmosphere, sends a shiver down your spine.

But barley anyone had dared to enter. Not after what happened last time. No one had entered since. Not one had heard the light jingle of the little, gold bell when the door was pushed open. No one… no one up until Valerie.

Chapter 1:

Valerie had always had a curious mindset and sometimes, her curiosity got the best of her. And when this happens, in can get her into a lot of trouble.

Valerie glanced around the room, and anywhere she set her eyes, it was packed with wishes and wonders. Each shelf was filled with antiques and books, which were all blanketed with a sheet of dust. There was a small grey box, filled with green, toy soldiers and at an angle, it seemed as if they moved. She noticed three little wooden rocking chairs, with a china doll seated on the red patterned cushion. A handmade train track set, whose train drove around in circles, as it protected a leather bound book, embroidered with gold lettering, spelling out

“The Book Of Wonders”

As she reached out her hand to pick it up, she heard a rustling noise behind her.

“Careful with that!” said a man’s voice. It sounded tired and rough. “That book is very powerful, and if it gets into the wrong hands, very bad and dangerous things can happen.” She placed the book back down on the table, and slowly backed away, as she watched the train circling it again.

If I were a lilac door,
I would give you
the strength of a solider in the eye of an endless storm,
the warmth of a fire on a crisp November morning,
and the heart filled with a never ending love.

If I were a scarlet door,
I would show you
the beginning of an angering rage,
the story of a broken soul,
and the stairs to the unforgiving ending. 

If I were an emerald door,
I would feed you
with envy and jealousy,
with questions longing for answers,
and sour green grapes.

If I were a daffodil door,
I would sing you
the buzz of the bees,
sweet melodies of sunshine,
and the joyful tunes, of the butterscotch sunrise.

If I were a cyan door,
I would take you,
to a endless field of bluebells,
to a battle of of an arctic flame,
and to the depths of the darkest oceans.

If I was a were a pink door,
I would lure you,
to the blossoming willow tree,
to a lake of peaceful flamingos,
to the pink moon’s eye.