Creative Writing piece based on the short animation 'Alma'
Creative writing piece based on the short animation film ‘Alma’
The streets of Barcelona were plastered with sludge and the rooftops were being bleached by the purity of the white snow as it falls gently, caressing the slates that have been fractured by the intense heat of the Spanish summer which, had long since passed. There were very few people scattered around the city, as the bitterness of the wind was far too cold for someone acclimatised to the normal heat of Barcelona. With the quaint sound of footsteps pattering down the street ‘Alma’ found herself at the foot of an enormous wall. Engraved on the wall was an array of many names, carved with a stone or chalk these names were those of other children like Alma. Alma’s first thought was to pick up the nearest stone so she could do as others had before her. Rummaging around, through the thick snow she finally found a suitably sized stone. She reached as high as possible and slowly scribed her name as neat as she could. After admiring what she had added to the wall she began to continue walking, just at that moment something caught her eye. It was a doll in the shop window of what appeared to be an old toy shop which had once thrived but was now deprived of a decent upkeep. On taking a closer look Alma noticed the doll had a coat just like hers. Looking down at her coat and back up again she noticed something else. Its facial features were almost identical to those of Alma’s. Intrigued, she shuffled towards the door attempting to push it open but it was locked, out of sheer distress due to the fact that the door wouldn’t open Alma kicked it and carried on walking. The door eerily creaked open. Alma smiled, turned around and entered the shop. Upon entrance the first thing Alma noticed was the array of Dolls all lined up along the shelves. Why would they be in a shop that isn’t used anymore? Alma then noticed the doll which interested her had moved. It was now perched on a table in the centre of
The streets of Barcelona were plastered with sludge and the rooftops were being bleached by the purity of the white snow as it falls gently, caressing the slates that have been fractured by the intense heat of the Spanish summer which, had long since passed. There were very few people scattered around the city, as the bitterness of the wind was far too cold for someone acclimatised to the normal heat of Barcelona. With the quaint sound of footsteps pattering down the street ‘Alma’ found herself at the foot of an enormous wall. Engraved on the wall was an array of many names, carved with a stone or chalk these names were those of other children like Alma. Alma’s first thought was to pick up the nearest stone so she could do as others had before her. Rummaging around, through the thick snow she finally found a suitably sized stone. She reached as high as possible and slowly scribed her name as neat as she could. After admiring what she had added to the wall she began to continue walking, just at that moment something caught her eye. It was a doll in the shop window of what appeared to be an old toy shop which had once thrived but was now deprived of a decent upkeep. On taking a closer look Alma noticed the doll had a coat just like hers. Looking down at her coat and back up again she noticed something else. Its facial features were almost identical to those of Alma’s. Intrigued, she shuffled towards the door attempting to push it open but it was locked, out of sheer distress due to the fact that the door wouldn’t open Alma kicked it and carried on walking. The door eerily creaked open. Alma smiled, turned around and entered the shop. Upon entrance the first thing Alma noticed was the array of Dolls all lined up along the shelves. Why would they be in a shop that isn’t used anymore? Alma then noticed the doll which interested her had moved. It was now perched on a table in the centre of