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The Twilight Emporium

The Twilight Emporium

The rumour has it, that the Emporium only opens within Twilight hours, if you stay longer that that time you are stuck in the Emporium forever.

The rumour has it, that the mystical statues come alive and dance away the night and bring the Twilight.

The rumour has it, that the fascinating rooms rooms of the Emporium entice you so much you never want to leave.

The rumour has it, that when the dim Twilight light has ended, everything seems to come alive on the inside.

The rumour has it, that the magical music of cellos, harps and flutes were like a siren singing softly.

The rumour has it, no one entered, because no on truly knew what happened to you when you stayed too late after twilight, but this now was before Reggie…

The Mobile Emporium

There are places where nobody goes in Greenville.Sadly, the Mobile Emporium is one of them. Even though there are books waiting to tell you stories. Even though there are wooden toy soldiers of every shape and size. Even though the baked tarts smell like gold. Even though platinum coloured sweets draw you in. Even though rare jellyfish swim in gleaming tanks.

But no-one ever entered because rumour has it that the night-time shadows come alive. That is until Ralph pushed opened the corroded truck door…

The Cryptic Emporium

The Cryptic Emporium

There are some places in the world where nobody enters, just like The Cryptic Emporium.

Even though they sell ice cream of every flavour for free. Even though, there are toys from fairy tales luring you to come in. Even though, in December the shop keeper decorates it with luminous lights. No one ever entered! There were rumours that when people attempted to go in, they never came out. Nobody that was until Emma…

Minnie’s Magical Doors

Gently, go and open the scarlet door,

perhaps there will be- 

a lipstick luring you to come and put it on, 

a poppy turning into paper

or a heart beating to the rhythm. 

 

Anxiously, go and open the blue door,

perhaps there will be-

a colossal whale spurting dry water, 

velvet butterflies landing like aeroplanes from head to toe

or thousands of bright eyes staring at you .

 

Carefully, go and open the pink door,

perhaps there will be-

a pot-bellied pig peeling the skin of a banana,

flamingos as fluorescent as the sun

or candy floss too sweet to handle

Extraordinary Doors

Carefully, go and open the pearl door,

perhaps there is- 

a dove staring silently back at you, 

a monstrous mountain of sugar yawning whilst waiting to be eaten

or a preposterous piece of snow beckoning you to jump in it. 

 

Wondrously, go and open the teal door,

perhaps there is-

a secluded sky lingering actively wanting something to happen, 

a barren blueberry bush ******** with berries

or a silent sea staring selfishly at rainbow coloured fish.

 

Excitedly, go and open the tangerine door,

perhaps there is-

a flame flickering fiendishly in the shadowy night,

a gleaming goldfish proudly peeking at the world around him

or an apricot tree waving to another like old friends.

 

Wizardry Doors

Gently, go and open the navy door,

perhaps there is- 

Ravenclaw students with their wondrous wand, 

a blue flame of burning gas

or the bright, sparkling sky. 

 

Happily, go and open the yellow door,

perhaps there is-

Hufflepuff students picking weeds, 

a field mouse nibbling a big lump of cheese

or a still shooting star.

 

Slowly, go and open the yellow door,

perhaps there is-

a Gryffndor student flying on a broomstick as fast as the wind,

fire engines with their lights flashing frantic to find the fire

or flames as bright as the sun.

Mystic Doors

Carefully, go and open the pink door,

perhaps there is- 

a pig snorting rudely

candyfloss clouds dropping sweets like heavy hail

or delicious raspberries floating in mid air. 

 

Slowly, go and open the scarlet door,

perhaps there is-

a single, pretty, poison poppy, 

rose petals falling like leaves from an oak tree

or bushes of sour strawberries.

 

Excitedly, go and open the black door,

perhaps there is-

a bat on the cave top hanging like icicles,

a cow chewing the cud

or bin bags hopping like black bunnies. 

 

Quickly, go and open the yellow door, 

perhaps there is –

the sun clapping his hands, 

bananas swimming in the custard lake

or small stars reflecting on the river.

 

Anxiously, go and open the green door, 

perhaps there is –

mint ice cream freezing in the sunlight,

jumping frogs turning to swimming tadpoles

or fresh leaves flying through the air. 

Exceptinal Doors

Gently, go and open the teal door,

perhaps you’ll see- 

a stunning sky staring at a sapphire sea, 

a blueberry bun in a baker’s shop

or a bowhead whale blinking. 

 

Excitedly, go and open the orange door,

perhaps you’ll see-

a child with a basketball, 

a mother cooking carrots over a flame 

or a marmalade cat dozing in the middle of pumpkins who grin menacingly.

 

Quickly, go and open the yellow door,

perhaps you’ll see-

a bunch of bananas waving in the breeze,

a bar of butterscotch melting in the sun

or a lemon as bright as a daffodil.

 

Slowly, go and open the green door, 

perhaps you’ll see-

a fluffy cactus in the middle of the ocean, 

emerald frogs bathing under acacia trees

or lazy lizards curled up in lime trees.

Mystic Doors

Slowly, go and open the door of red,

Perhaps there is- 

fields of roasting, rose petals, 

strawberries as juicy as watermelon

or a flaming fire. 

 

Gently, go and open the door of green

Perhaps there is-

a dazzling emerald dancing in the sunlight, 

a pot of slime slipping like wet mud in the rain

or a sea of grass waving in the wind.

 

Curiously, go and open the door of motley orange,

Perhaps there is-

Autumn leaves scattered across the dewy grass,

a marmalade cat purring loudly like a motorbike

or a goldfish soaring through crystal clear water. 

Mystical Doors

Wondrously, go and open the pink door,

perhaps there is- 

a room of freshly picked tulips, 

radiant roses

or rock hard cherry blossoms with a sweet fragrance. 

 

Slowly, go and open the frost door,

perhaps there is-

a field of snow with children happily making black snowmen, 

icy snow angels 

or illuminated lamp posts as magical as those in Narnia.

 

Happily, go and open the terra door,

perhaps there is-

a meadow of rich scented grass,

a trees as big as skyscrapers with substantial leaves

or wild, spicy mint growing around you.

 

Anxiously, go and open the fossil door, 

perhaps there is-

a prison with desperate eyes protruding curiously out of cells, 

armed police charging around on ground as soft as marshmallows

or suspicious handcuffs spying on potential escapees.