Hope you enjoyed the Toymaker of Bullwide, here is the second part
The Newcomer
I stepped out of my house on a cold December morning. My family had recently moved to Bullwide due to my dad's new job offer. Here, everything is so different from my old life in NYC. The schools are very quiet and old, with rickety furniture. The days are always damp or hot and never humid. Whereas in NYC, everything was always loud and big, with Chaotic schools being too polished for their own good. But here everything just feels too plain and “boring”.
So as I started the walk to my school, I noticed something different that day. Near the big oak tree where I was supposed to turn, I saw a small wooden building with a faded sign. I had never seen this building before, not in the 2 months I have already lived here. Since I was getting late for school, I decided to ignore this strange discovery. I told myself that I would come back later. That Night at dinner, I decided to ask my dad, but all he did was look at me and tell me that I should not waste my time with such curiosity. But I was so intrigued by the fact that I had never seen this building before that I decided to investigate it tomorrow after school.
The next day, instead of turning near the oak tree, I went straight towards the building. I looked inside and saw various items like hammers and screws. But what caught my eye was that a single toy was on the worktable. It was a doll that was very detailed, with each body part being movable. My brain began putting ideas together of what this shop could be until a sharp cough awoke me from my thoughts. I turned to see an old man standing in front of me, he was wearing a striped sweater and brown cargo pants, complete with a cane. He asked in a gruff voice, “What are you doing, boy?” I answered stuttering that I was just trying to figure out what this shop was since I had never seen it before. He gave a sharp laugh and said, “This shop was once a grate toy shop, but alas, now its just a poor shop of nothingness. Whell, then run along, boy, it’s getting late.” I did what I told, but as I walked back home, I told myself that tomorrow I would investigate a little more on this old toy shop. So, the next day I went to the toy shop again, and inside the lights were on. But as I went a little closer, I saw the same old man that I saw yesterday.\
To Be Continued
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