By Sofia C Year 6
On a small street, in a big city, there is a bookshop. It is old and dusty, perhaps a little lonely, like an abandoned ship. But it wasn’t always like this.
Hundreds of years ago, the bookshop was as crowded as a zoo, full of people laughing and talking. The bookshop belonged to a wizard called Acazam. Acazam spent one hundred years, which passed as slowly as a book without a plot, building it.
But one day, Acazam disappeared, like fog disappearing in the morning sun. The bookshop closed down, and the books inside became bittersweet memories of the past.
Now, whenever I walk past its dusty windows, I cannot help but wonder:
What happened to Acazam, and what secrets are still sleeping inside his forgotten bookshop?