End of chapter 2 – A warning disobeyed

She stepped, not into a room, but into a forest. Sunlight blazed through the towering trees. She halted and listened. It was quite still, except for the sound of the birds tweeting to each other through the trees. A path curled away from her, towards a cottage. The strangest thing was that it all looked exactly as she had wrote down in the book; exactly as she had imagined in her head. Without pausing for a second, without looking back, without any concern, Poppy ran down the path towards the cottage.

Chapter 3 – Through The Door

It was a calm, stone cottage with flowers in the garden and roses and vines growing up against the walls and round the windows. The door was open and without a moment of thinking about it, she took a step inside, her heart thudding expectantly. The house had everything that you ever need: a cosy sitting room with a sofa and a wood fire burning brightly; a tiny kitchen with what seemed like ancient cutlery and plates; a table that was set for two with a teapot steaming; and a plate of toasted cookies ready to be consumed.

“Hello,” called Poppy, wondering if anyone else was there. But she was met by silence. She made her way up the stairs to a darkened landing. There was no one in either bedroom though the beds were made up with colourful quilts and soft pillows. For a moment, she wondered if she had stepped straight into the story of the three bears!

She had thrown into her drawing a wish and it didn’t seem as if that was going to come true. There were no signs that a man lived there. She had never met her Dad but she was convinced that nobody lived here.But it didn’t feel right. Then she heard it.

Something downstairs; something moving and it wasn’t exactly using footsteps. It was a strange dragging sound along with a low hiss. She stared down the stairs, gathered up courage and went down step-by-step, trying to keep dead silent. She paused and peered round the door into the kitchen. Nothing moved. Only the steam from the teapot still drifted.

A moment later, she heard the sound again. Spinning round, she pushed the sitting room door open. It was then that she saw it: a dark shadow-shape heaved towards her; scarlet eyes bulged out of a grotesque head; and razor sharp talons clawed the ground. There was no reluctancy this time. Poppy shoved the cottage door open and as fast as her legs could carry her, she dashed back up the pathway, through the forest and towards where the door had been.

But there was nothing there. Nothing that is except for more forest, stretching infinitely  on, darkening with shadows and shapes and vague silhouettes that moved without meaning. “Come back,” whispered a voice behind her!

Go and open the blue door,

Maybe there is an ocean of all your wildest dreams or trash man city.

Go and open the yellow door,

Maybe there is a spongebob catching jellyfish or the sun beaming down on the earth.

Go and open the red door,

Maybe there is a mountain of rubies glistening in the open or the drips of blood as a vampire sucks you.

Go and open the white door,

Maybe there is a feather waiting to tickle you or a crunchy milky bar.

Go and open the orange door, 

Maybe there is a talking orange, a sunset over the horizon, or a carrot.

Go and open the blue door,

Maybe there is an ocean of all your wildest dreams or trash man city.

Go and open the yellow door,

Maybe there is a spongebob catching jellyfish or the sun beaming down on the earth.

Go and open the red door,

Maybe there is a mountain of rubies glistening in the open or the drips of blood as a vampire sucks you.

Go and open the white door,

Maybe there is a feather waiting to tickle you or a crunchy milky bar.

Go and open the orange door, 

Maybe there is a talking orange, a sunset over the horizon, or a carrot.

Go and open the blue door,

Maybe there is an ocean of all your wildest dreams or trash man city.

Go and open the yellow door,

Maybe there is a spongebob catching jellyfish or the sun beaming down on the earth.

Go and open the red door,

Maybe there is a mountain of rubies glistening in the open or the drips of blood as a vampire sucks you.

Go and open the white door,

Maybe there is a feather waiting to tickle you or a crunchy milky bar.

Go and open the orange door, 

Maybe there is a talking orange, a sunset over the horizon, or a carrot.

Go and open the blue door,

Maybe there is an ocean of all your wildest dreams or trash man city.

Go and open the yellow door,

Maybe there is a spongebob catching jellyfish or the sun beaming down on the earth.

Go and open the red door,

Maybe there is a mountain of rubies glistening in the open or the drips of blood as a vampire sucks you.

Go and open the white door,

Maybe there is a feather waiting to tickle you or a crunchy milky bar.

Go and open the orange door, 

Maybe there is a talking orange, a sunset over the horizon, or a carrot.

Should Dragons be slayed.

We are debating whether or not dragons should be hunted. This is an international issue because at the moment demon dragons are walking into our home causing destruction.

The majority of people are thinking that dragons should be slaughtered  because they are well known for hunting lots of pets or wild animals. Furthermore dragons have demolishing attacks and are known to kill or significantly injure humans. Moreover, people believe that dragons don’t have a heart.

On the other hand, some people argue that dragons shouldn’t be killed because due to the recent cold wave blowing over from Antarctica it has been significantly prevented because of the Lava dragon . Additionally, it is recommended by the public that the council side with the dragons to create a better environment for the land for both humans and  dragons with no conflict. Indeed people have sighted that some people have noticed that the lava dragon has been burning ice caps on mountains.

A set of impenetrable armour from the deep below’s of hell that cannot be affected by the sharpest of blades,                                                                                                                                                                                    a group of magical mushrooms that scare away all beasts that put you in danger,                                                a magical orb that endlessly grants any wish but only used in emergencies,                                                           a pocket watch that would teleport you to a different dimension if pressed down on,                                           a potion of strength to hold off any magical beast that puts you in danger,                                                             a blade en-forged by the rock of an asteroid granting the power to shoot into any direction it is pointed to.