If I were summoned 

To create a treasure ,

I would take:

The fiery feathers of phoenix ,

The war- hardened  personality of a solider ,

And the unimaginable pain inflicted by a Cobras bite .

The malicious grin of an ash cloud ,

The superior strength in a body builders arms ,

And a big block of gold ,

The speed of Usain Bolt ,

The bang of a machine gun ,

And the icy breeze from Everest ,

The gore of a spear ,

The sturdiness of a sword ,

The sense of wonder filled in the imagination

And a guitar band ready to rock .

A krakens evil eye ,

The spectacular scales of a dragon , 

And the teeth of a Megalodon .

She opened the door. Everything was the same as she had left it and the book was still laying on the counter ready to be opened. But just then Rose passed out.

 An hour later, Rose awoke, she was strapped to a bed wondering what was going on. At that moment Lance Brown angrily walked in, his eyes fixated on her.  “ Well I guess we all make mistakes.”  Rose was confused . “What you don’t know is that you can’t let bad emotions control your actions when writing in my special book, because the things in the wonder will use your emotions to lure you in so they can attack you or they might  be able to go into our world, do you understand. “ Rose nodded and a few seconds later Trying to ignore the bellowing voice in her head, Rose stopped where she remembered the door being only a few minutes ago.  But there was no door  where the door used to stand. There was a towering jungle as big as the Amazon. Inside the jungle there were withered bushes, gloomy grass and a tree which seemed to be crying for help. Rose made her way through the jungle finding terrifying snakes and many  other horrible animals but after a while she saw a glowing lavender door.

Without a second thought, Rose ran frantically towards the lavender door thinking this might be her way out.  She ran, ran and ran like a cheetah until she was exhausted, panting like a professional footballer after a big game, but by now she was at the door. her bindings disappeared .

Rose ran out of the building thankful to be out of the Emporium, but at that moment she stopped, turned around and realised the Emporium was gone , it had vanished like it had never existed. Rose was horrified. 

Rose rapidly rushed towards her home hoping she would never encounter or hear about the Emporium again, but what she didn’t know was that there was a silent spy of a parrot watching her every move. As if its owner had told it to do so .

“Bonjour my name is Lance brown,” the mysterious man exclaimed. Rose took a step back, shocked. “This is my utopia.” “Do you want to have a look around?” Rose, her mouth wide open nodded.” This book I have spent my entire adult life working on is called the book of wonders you mustn’t touch it . But you are free to wander around my shop.”

Seconds after, Lance Brown disappeared behind the velvet curtain, his golden hair swaying in the breeze -rose was alone . Without a second thought Rose opened the book which seemed to be calling her name .On every page there was writing about an amazing idea which was impossible to do. There were skyscrapers , small cottages , a heavenly area and even an area where the dead were resurrected and there was muchmore .

A few minutes later , Rose had a glowing pen in her hand and was writing about a new wonder, a magnificent home with her biological parents still alive and well, the one thing she had always wanted but had never come true .

“Come here, “ screeched a rather annoying parrot. Rose shut the book obediently and followed . Then she realized she wasn’t in a bland shop anymore , she was in a luxury mansion. The sun shimmered beautifully through the open windows, relieving Rose. It looked exactly like what she had drawn in Lance Brown’s book. The powers of the book might be real, Rose thought.

She had butterflies in her stomach , the mega mansion had everything she wanted : a luxury kitchen with the best chefs world wide cooking delicious food; a chandelier from medieval times; An elegant double staircase; and a massive table fit for kings and queens . She screamed “hello “and was answered by a faint voice telling her to come upstairs. Rose followed the person’s instructions and was met by her mother and father. “ Let’s have a chat over some food,” they said.

After finishing dinner with her parents , she heard a squeaking sound but brushed it off. Then she realized she had made a huge mistake. Her parents transformed into inhuman animals: their ugly bodies walked towards her ; an emerald eye attached to a disgusting head ;septer sharp talons scratched the crying ground. This time she didn’t brush it off , she darted out of an enormous door racing for the exit, to where the door stood a few minutes ago. But nothing was there . “Come here right now,” screeched a terrifying voice.

There are some places which are undiscovered by the majority of the population, -the silent Emporium is one of those rare places   Even though at Easter ,   the room was filled with chocolate eggs and chocolate bunnies of every kind. 

Even though , the expensive jewels would shimmer in the sunlight . Even though you could smell cookies fresh out of the oven and the scent of a luxurious perfume . Even though ,you heard the happy screams from inside. Even though the shelves were stocked with the latest gaming consoles , like a goldmine of entertainment . Though no one ever came . The Emporium was trying its best for attention but no one ever came- until Rose entered .

Rose had always been a problematic child and her parents frequently warned her that it would lead her to a terrible place . One snowy morning, she was making her way to Roman Street when she realised something weird. The door to the Emporium was open and without hesitating she stepped in.

Rose peered inside, the room was darkly lit and filled with marvelous things,  birds with eyes as beautiful as diamond, a tree which bore a horrific grin, a massive plate of sweets, an ocean of beautiful fish trapped in their tanks their teeth as sharp as titanium daggers and  a group of starstruck snowglobes. There was also a cardboard box filled with many Jack-in-the-Box which gave a solemn smile to all the customers who walked by. There was also a creepy collection of stuffed animals and a few pieces of clothing with precious pearls attached to them. At that moment , Rose realised there was a peculiar book resting on the counter, as she opened the book the words seemed to write themselves .

Go and open the sapphire door , 

Maybe you’ll see the morning sky ,

A pair of arctic or an enormous ocean.

Go an open the violet door , 

Maybe there is a field of wisteria ,

A parrot mimicking or a purple jewel waiting to be discovered.

Go and open the crimson door , 

Maybe you’ll see a pool of blood ,

A fiery passion burning or  a pit of fire ready to devour.

Go and open the shamrock door , 

Maybe you’ll see  a field of emerald hydrangea , 

Green grass or a group of trees.

Go and open the white door ,

Maybe you’ll see a pale face ,

An empty page or a flock of clouds

The Sun is

as hot as a supernova,

like a burning fire.

Dying flame.

The Moon is

as small as a microbe,

like the glare of a glass eye.

Winter wonderland.

The Sea is

as special as an early birthday present,

like an unexplored cavern.

Mysterious

The Galaxy is

as vibrant as  a birthday party,

like a confetti surprise.

Spiralling beauty.

The Snow is

as pale as a horrendous hurricane,

like raging rows of snowflakes.

Frozen find.

Joe Parma never wanted to leave his home. He glared out of the basement window, across what felt like endless snow covered terrain tapping his feet impatiently. He missed the choo choo of the trains, the massive traffic and whatever, the room smelt as though there were rotten carcasses in there. The basement was where Miss Anna ‘s adopted  son had slept before going to the front lines. She hated being reminded of him. She would cry and sniffle whenever the war was brought up. Joe was not ignorant and after striking one conversation about it he learnt to not talk to her about it again.

His first day of school had come and passed. The teacher was an annoying man called Mr  AbuBakr. He had found out Joe was a genius who was better than him in every subject . He sat at the front of the classroom, working through intense boredom with a shredded book and a barely functioning pen. His letters appeared as though someone who was a master had written them. He kept his head down all day not caring if anyone secretly despised him, he put sincere determination into his studies and ran at a pace of mock 25 the second the school bell rang. The days thundered by and Joe began to sketch out  a routine. His days were spent mesmerised at school , peering out of the window hoping one day he would be free and doing work around the house. She grew many different variations of vegetables  including lettuce, carrots and many other things that I don’t even know the name of . He caged the herds of cows before night fell, got their milk in the afternoon and fed a truckload of food to a  gargantuan cow that Miss Anna planned to devour next week. Soon, snow vanished from the village and spring came with an overload of green and heat.

Last thing before daylight  was cast over the small village, Joe sat aggravated before the one basement window, glaring at nothingness as the sun dipped down beneath the horizon. Nothing happened, except one strange reappearing thing. Every dusk at about 3am, Miss Anna goes to fetch a lantern, leaves our small house and follows a path into the Spiders den. It is a large house filled to the brim with massive tarantulas. He peers from his basement window,  tracking the glow of the lantern. What could she be doing? Why did she go there every night ? Joe didn’t have to wait that long. One night at the end of July, when the weather was good and not cloudy like always, she forced Joe to come with her. Joe paced onwards not knowing what was waiting for him. He was not ready to accept it but he was starting to like this simple life . 

The blinding moon glimmered down a shining beacon of light as stars spotted the silver sky but the Spider’s den, it was jet black . The lights in the street made shadows that Joe’s imagination thought would turn into a pack of hungry Gorgons that would turn you into stone. He charged after Mrs Anna .

She paused by a nest of tarantulas.Joe glared at the closest window. He could smell something rotting, it was definitely  a dead body . At that  moment, a pair of yellow eyes came out of the dark. Something roared loud , scary and long. A bone chilling roar like no other. Joe screamed. His eyes were fixed on a towering white figure. “Say hello to Hermes,” Mrs Anna exclaimed  “ he’s a white Liger.” “I found her as an infant lost in the fields. “ Hermes gave Joe a foul look and paced towards where  Joe stood chattering his teeth, stunned with fear.