Mystic Museum

Prologue

There is this creepy place on one ever goes. Very few people know of it. This strange place is called The Mystic Museum.

Even though there are marvellous models. Even though there are exhilarating agricultures. Even though you can put your hand on the chilly stonewall of the Museum and your heart feels warm. Even though there are fairy lights strung across the celling. Even though the lovely smells from the café’s fish and chips waft through the door. Even though there are spectacular skeletons.

However, on one ever dared to enter because the heavy acacia door always seemed to be under lock and key. The windows are crisscrossed with ion bars. Not a human body entered the Museum that was until Aly.

Chapter 1

The Book

Aly was never in his house apart from mealtimes. He just felt the pull of adventure more than the pull of his aggravating family. Aly was always wondering around the rain stained streets of Edinburgh in search of adventure. However, today was different; his mother – Clara was horribly sick. The doctor had come, said Clara needed sleep more than ever, and Aly should get her some pills from the chemist. Aly agreed to this so started climbing down the spiral staircase of the block of flats at speeds he did not even know he could go.

Once he was out of the flat and into Cocktail Street Aly crossed the road at a run. All the while, he thought of his mother and if she would soon be fit again.

Aly ran and ran passing though dark, grey alleys, bustling streets and busy markets. Just one more corner to go until he came to the chemist. Aly turned the corner and in his wake, a small, mossy building with Chemist entitled on the musty wall. Aly noticed a large notice on the door; it read Closed. “Dang!” Raged Aly bashing the hard oak door, “I could have sworn the chemist is open on Saturdays.” Then all of a sudden, Aly caught site of a shop he’d never see before; it had darkened, brass windows and what looked to be a heavy acacia door. Aly’s fury vanished; it just all looked so interesting. He walked over to the mystery shop and peered through the dimed window – what he saw inside was astonishing; there were fairy lights, the statue of Liberty, Mosasaurs skeleton and a frighteningly strong smell of fish. Aly had never seen anything like it, and how did the Statue of Liberty even get in the shop? It was just to mind blowing. Soon Aly’s curiosity got the better of him and he found himself stepping through the door….

Inside Aly found that, the walls were yellow and blue. It was all very strange, too strange he thought. There was no one at the desk, but a heavy, brown book lay open on a nearby table. Aly jogged over to it and read the title – Mystic secrets. “What the?” he said aloud. “Who dares enter the Mystic Museum?” Said a stony voice from behind a velvet curtain.

By Woody

Mystic Museum

Prologue

There is this creepy place on one ever goes. Very few people know of it. This strange place is called The Mystic Museum.

Even though there are marvellous models. Even though there are exhilarating agricultures. Even though you can put your hand on the chilly stonewall of the Museum and your heart feels warm. Even though there are fairy lights strung across the celling. Even though the lovely smells from the café’s fish and chips waft through the door. Even though there are spectacular skeletons.

However, on one ever dared to enter because the heavy acacia door always seemed to be under lock and key. The windows are crisscrossed with ion bars. Not a human body entered the Museum that was until Aly.

Chapter 1

The Book

Aly was never in his house apart from mealtimes. He just felt the pull of adventure more than the pull of his aggravating family. Aly was always wondering around the rain stained streets of Edinburgh in search of adventure. However, today was different; his mother – Clara was horribly sick. The doctor had come, said Clara needed sleep more than ever, and Aly should get her some pills from the chemist. Aly agreed to this so started climbing down the spiral staircase of the block of flats at speeds he did not even know he could go.

Once he was out of the flat and into Cocktail Street Aly crossed the road at a run. All the while, he thought of his mother and if she would soon be fit again.

Aly ran and ran passing though dark, grey alleys, bustling streets and busy markets. Just one more corner to go until he came to the chemist. Aly turned the corner and in his wake, a small, mossy building with Chemist entitled on the musty wall. Aly noticed a large notice on the door; it read Closed. “Dang!” Raged Aly bashing the hard oak door, “I could have sworn the chemist is open on Saturdays.” Then all of a sudden, Aly caught site of a shop he’d never see before; it had darkened, brass windows and what looked to be a heavy acacia door. Aly’s fury vanished; it just all looked so interesting. He walked over to the mystery shop and peered through the dimed window – what he saw inside was astonishing; there were fairy lights, the statue of Liberty, Mosasaurs skeleton and a frighteningly strong smell of fish. Aly had never seen anything like it, and how did the Statue of Liberty even get in the shop? It was just to mind blowing. Soon Aly’s curiosity got the better of him and he found himself stepping through the door….

Inside Aly found that, the walls were yellow and blue. It was all very strange, too strange he thought. There was no one at the desk, but a heavy, brown book lay open on a nearby table. Aly jogged over to it and read the title – Mystic secrets. “What the?” he said aloud. “Who dares enter the Mystic Museum?” Said a stony voice from behind a velvet curtain.

By Woody

The Chimp’s Tale

If I were summoned

to create a treasure,

I would take:

The scaly shell of a Galapagos Tortoise,

The fall of snow on the tops of the Alps

and a handful of Bigfoot’s musty hair.

The piercing tip of a Viking sword,

Harry’s invisibility cloak

and the rainbow beak of a puffin.

The sound of a steam train’s whistle,

The money from the rich to give to the poor,

The lava flow from Mount Etna

and fresh moon – cheese.

The frothy foam of the Pacific Ocean,

The bark from an ancient oak,

The rough edge of the grim reaper’s scythe

And a tail from a Chimp.

By Woody

Woody’s Door

Go and open the crimson door,

maybe there is –

a volcano spitting out red hot firry lava on to a near-by village,

a chunky paper cut stinging someone’s finger.

Go and open the pineapple door,

maybe there is –

a buzzing bee slowly collecting pollen for its queen,

the sun rapidly grilling Greenland.

Go and open the soot door,

maybe there is –

a lump of coal scrapping its way along a hard wood floor only to end up drawing a circle,

the forever-long night sky tinkling with bright suns.

Go and open the lapis door,

maybe there is –

a dolphin diving to try to catch a Paracanthurus hepatus,

a navy eye staring right at you.

Go and open the violet door,

maybe there is –

a purple grenadier creepily watching you,

blackberry jam neatly spread across a slice of toast.

Go and open the pear door,

maybe there is –

a lime rolling around a gleaming glass table only to fall off and land on a thick, mint coloured carpet,

a tree frog leaping from tree to tree.

Woody

Wanted – Urgently – `A Dragon Tamer`

Do you have what it takes to tame dragons? Can you tame even the most fierce of the beasts? Are you the greatest in all the land? Do you want to be richer than Ronnie O’Sullivan and more famous than Boris? Well this job was made for you!

If you feel this job is for you, then we expect you to:

• go to the rocky coast Northern of Maya;
• find the ferocious Ice Dragon;
• tame it;
• or capture it.

Your Reward will be:

• an old, shabby donkey that even comes with a free cart;
• a lunch with Lewis Hamilton;
• some lemon juice of the heaven’s that makes you live forever;
• also the all-time bonus of having a trip to Maya.

You will be guaranteed a small army of pixies to protect you and a mighty steed.

If you think you are up for the job, then: contact us by writing a letter with `Dragon Tamer` on the front of the envelope and leave it at the top of Finnious hill.

By Woody