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It was a delightful, white scratched off wood abandoned bungalow with flowers by smashed tiny window and roses growing up against the broken walls and round the that was half broken and wet fence. The door was smashed and open and without really thinking about it, he stepped inside, his heart thudding expectantly. The house had everything that you might need: a cosy bedroom room with a so TV and a picture what is lovely; a tiny kitchen with a painted cherry blossom tree on the cups and plates and a cooker with an mouldy orange on it; a table that was set for four with a broken teapot one the floor and a plate of mouldy noodles that were ready to throw in the bin.

Sapphire Hole..

It was a mythical, enchanted book with enchanted spells in the interior, with spells coming alive and becoming miracles. There were tiny bitsof sapphire  floating around the room unusually and without really thinking about it, it formed into a blue hole, Jonesy’s heart began to thump. The trip to the inside of the sapphire hole  had everything that you  need on a daily trip: a woolly hat with a fox on it and a full backpack as if you were going to travel to Mexico. He finally stepped in the hole…

Sapphire Hole..

It was a mythical, enchanted book with enchanted spells in the interior, with spells coming alive and becoming miracles. There were tiny bitsof sapphire  floating around the room unusually and without really thinking about it, it formed into a blue hole, Jonesy’s heart began to thump. The trip to the inside of the sapphire hole  had everything that you  need on a daily trip: a woolly hat with a fox on it and a full backpack as if you were going to travel to Mexico. He finally stepped in the hole…

the door

One summery evening James and Lingard strolled down Maths Street.  

  

But they kept peering at the shadowy heavy black door that kept on creaking anonymously. Even through Halloween the lights were shining as bright as the stars. Even through the windows the toys seemed to be talking, trying to attract them but they stayed as far as possible.   

  

  

No one ever went In and no one ever came out. Until James and Lingard  

 

Chapter 2 the Emporium 

James and Lingard went through the giant spooky but magical corridor,filled with laughter from no one but the toys walking,talking and emotional.A toy dragon flew swiftly out into the world but no one noticed its firery pheonix feathers. 

 

James and Lingard were wondering around different places James found a glowing book while Lingard found a special football, he played with it ,time started to change and he grew older. 

 

 

Chapter 3

It was a bright, black house with poppies in the garden and flowers growing up against the walls and round the windows. The door was open and without really thinking about it, he stepped inside, his heart thudding expectantly. The house had everything that you might need: a cosy blue sitting with a sofa and a light blooming brightly; a tiny kitchen with blue cups and plates and an old cooker; a table that was set for two with a pot steaming; and a plate of cooked teacakes ready to be eaten.

“Hello,’ called mike, wondering if anyone else was there in the dark. But he was met by no body. mike made his way up the stairs to a dark landing. There was no one in either bedroom though the beds were made up with soft mango bed and soft pillows. For a moment, he wondered if he had stepped straight into the story of the three bears!

But he 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. mike had never met her Dad but he was certain that he was not there. It didn’t feel right. Then he heard it.

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

A moment later, he heard the sound again. Spinning round, she pushed the sitting room door open. It was then that he saw it: a dark shadow-shape heaved towards her; scarlet eyes bulged out of a grotesque head; and  sharp talons clawed the ground. There was no hesitation this time. Mike shoved the cottage door open and as fast as his legs could carry his, 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 endlessly on, darkening with shadows and shapes and vague silhouettes that moved without meaning. “Come back,” hissed a voice behind him.

Sapphire Hole..

It was a mythical, enchanted book with enchanted spells in the interior, with spells coming alive and becoming miracles. There were tiny bitsof sapphire  floating around the room unusually and without really thinking about it, it formed into a blue hole, Jonesy’s heart began to thump. The trip to the inside of the sapphire hole  had everything that you  need on a daily trip: a woolly hat with a fox on it and a full backpack as if you were going to travel to Mexico. He finally stepped in the hole…

chapter 3

the walls and the floor. The door was wide open and without really thinking about it, he stepped  on the sofa and a wood fire burning your eyes; a tiny kitchen with blue cups, plates and a rusty cooker; a table that was set for two with cups of tea waiting for you steaming; and a plate of toasted bread ready It was a pretty, wooden cottage with flowers in the garden and Sunflowers growing down against to be devour

“Hello,’ called Tom, wondering if anyone else was there. But he was met by silence. He made his out of the door to a landing. There was no one in either room though the chairs were made up with colourful chips of wood and soft pillows. For a moment, he wondered if he had stepped straight into the story of the three pigs.

He had thrown into his painting a wish and it didn’t seem as if that was going to come true. There were no signs that anyone lived there. He had never met his Dad but he was certain that he was not inside. It didn’t feel right. Then he heard it.

Something upstairs; something moving and it wasn’t exactly using feet. It was a strange creaking sound accompanied by a low squeak. He stared up the stairs, plucked up courage and descended step-by-step, trying to keep dead silent to not attract attention. He paused in fear and peered round the wall into the kitchen. Nothing moved. Only the steam from the teapot still drifted in the air.

 

chapter 3

It was a grim, grubby cottage with dead flowers in the garden and fungus growing up against the walls and round the windows. The door was shut all the time and without really thinking about it, she climbed inside the window, full of curiosity. The house had everything that you might need [inside the house anyway]: a video-game console; a jumbo television; a double bed for one person [greedy]; and a pet bulldog with killer instincts.

“Who’s there?’ called Trevor, wondering if anyone was there. But he was met by silence. He made his way up the stairs to a darkened landing. There was no one in either bedroom though the beds were messed up and pillows, quilts and dog beds!? For a moment, he wondered if he had walked into a tip!

He 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. He had never met his dad, but he was certain that he was not there. It didn’t feel right. Then he heard it.

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

A moment later, he heard the sound again. Spinning round, he pushed the sitting room door open. It was then that she saw it: a dark shadow-shape heaved towards her; a drooling mouth; Knife-sharp teeth; and two glowing eyes. There was no hesitation this time. Trevor shoved the cottage door open and as fast as his legs could carry him, he 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 endlessly on, darkening with shadows and shapes and vague silhouettes that moved without meaning. “Come back,” hissed a voice behind her!

The Secret Emporium, Cont.

The Secret Emporium, Cont.

End of chapter 2 – A warning Disobeyed.

She stepped, not into a room, but into a forest. Sunlight filtered through the trees. She paused and listened. It was quite still, except for the sound of the birds flitting through the trees. A path curled away from her, towards a cottage. The strangest thing was that it all looked exactly as she had imagined; exactly as she had drawn inside Mr. Luciano’s book. 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 pretty, stone cottage with flowers in the garden and roses growing up against the walls and round the windows. The door was open and without really thinking about it, she stepped inside, her heart thudding expectantly. The house had everything that you might need: a cosy sitting room with a sofa and a wood fire burning brightly; a tiny kitchen with blue cups and plates and an old cooker; a table that was set for two with a teapot steaming; and a plate of toasted teacakes ready to be eaten.

“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 colorful 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 did not 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 certain that he was not there. It did not feel right. Then she heard it.

Something downstairs; something moving, and it was not exactly using footsteps. It was a strange dragging sound accompanied by a low hiss. She stared down the stairs, plucked up courage and descended 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 hesitation 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 endlessly on, darkening with shadows and shapes and vague silhouettes that moved without meaning. “Come back,” hissed a voice behind.

chapter 3

It was a grim, grubby cottage with dead flowers in the garden and fungus growing up against the walls and round the windows. The door was shut all the time and without really thinking about it, she climbed inside the window, full of curiosity. The house had everything that you might need [inside the house anyway]: a video-game console; a jumbo television; a double bed for one person [greedy]; and a pet bulldog with killer instincts.

“Who’s there?’ called Trevor, wondering if anyone was there. But he was met by silence. He made his way up the stairs to a darkened landing. There was no one in either bedroom though the beds were messed up and pillows, quilts and dog beds!? For a moment, he wondered if he had walked into a tip!

He 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. He had never met his dad, but he was certain that he was not there. It didn’t feel right. Then he heard it.

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

A moment later, he heard the sound again. Spinning round, he pushed the sitting room door open. It was then that she saw it: a dark shadow-shape heaved towards her; a drooling mouth; Knife-sharp teeth; and two glowing eyes. There was no hesitation this time. Trevor shoved the cottage door open and as fast as his legs could carry him, he 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 endlessly on, darkening with shadows and shapes and vague silhouettes that moved without meaning. “Come back,” hissed a voice behind her!