How can something so tiny create such chaos. One day my mom told me to pack my favourite things cause WW2 has broke she took me to a train station and told me to get on the train I noticed that there were lots and lots of children on the train.
One day there was a girl called Alma. She was on her way back from school but her parents were not in so she decided to play on the streets till her parents got back. Then she walked past a China doll shop and behind her it said
RIGHT WRITE YOUR NAME!! So she did. She heard a loud creaking noise behind her. She turned around and saw a China doll which looked exactly like her she ran up to the hand ridden window and rubbed her new orange gloves on the window to see exactly what the doll was wearing. It was wearing the exacted same as her. Alma was confused. Then in the blink of an eye the doll vanished. Alma went to open the door but she couldn’t because of this she got frustrated so she throw a massive snow ball at the window on the door. Then the door opened a slight crack. ” what? The door wouldn’t open a minute ago with me pushing as hard as I could so why is it opening without me trying? ” Alma pushed the heavy door and looked around then she found the doll but before she could take a footstep she accidentally stood a a doll on a old fashioned bike so Alma needled down and picked the doll up but as fast as a rocket it zoomed towards the door but before the doll could get to the door it slammed shut BANG!! Then the doll on the bike relentlessly rode into the door.BOOM!! BANG!! BOOM!! Yet again the doll they looked like Alma vanished. Alma looked everywhere but couldn’t find the doll. Finally she found her identical doll she took her oringe glove off with her watery mouth and reached for the top shelf Alma skimmed her index finger across the dolls nose. All of a sudden flash backs of the last few minutes ran through her mind the she notices her self on top shelf unable to move she noticed she was inside the doll.
more written episodes coming!😀
One day there was a little girl called Alma walking back from school but her parents were not in. So she dicided to play on the streets till her parents got back. Suddenly she walked past a China doll shop and behind her it said RIGHT YOUR NAME!!! So she did. Then her she heard a loud creaking noise behind her. She turned around and there was a doll that was identical to her she ran up to it, Alma rubbed her orange glove up againsed the hand ridden window so she could see igsacly what the identical to her doll was wearing. It was dressed igsacly what Alma was wareing. Alma was confused. Then in the corner of her eye the doll vanished.” What? ” Alma thought. Alma went to open the door but she couldn’t because of this Alma got frustrated so she throw a giant snow ball at the window on the door. She stormed off. Then out of know were the door opened a slight crack she walked over in confusion. ” what is going on I couldn’t open it a minute ago so why should it open now? Expelshily on its own.” Alma walked up to the door. She went in. She saw her doll on a big cabinet. As she took a foot step she acidently stood on another doll on a old fashond bike so Alma needled down and stood it back up as fast as a rocket it raced to the door but before the doll could get there the door slammed shut. BANG!! But before she could get up the doll was relentlessly riding into the door. BOOM!! BANG!! BOOM!! BANG!! Then yet again the doll vanished she looked every were but she just couldn’t find it. Finally Alma found the doll. She skipped over to it and pulled her orange glove off with her watery mouth and reached to the top shelf. Gently she skimmed her index finger across the dolls nose. All of a sudden flash backs of the last few minutes ran into her mind then she noticed she was on the top shelf with her body refusing to move. Oh no!😱 she realised she was in the dolls body… Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
More writen episodes to come😀
Deliberately not stopping, a sad and lonely man played on a ancient piano. His fingers gracefully gliding across the black and white keys, playing a beautiful melody reminding him of his sad and long lost memories. All of a sudden he saw a figure next to him.,. It was her his sadly passed ghostly wife coming closer and closer to him as she gave him a smooth gentle kiss on the cheek in the blink of an eye she had gone back to the havens…
There was another memory trying to escape he was in the war the gloomy hard working war were over millions of people die day after day. He was as a medic and his brother as a shooter… all of a sudden BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! The next thing he new his brother was on the floor; crying, his chest bleeding like mad, coiffing his guts up and crying I’ m the aids mans arms. he was dead.
when the old man returned to his piano he yet again knottiest another old memory trying to burst out. Finally he notest him self as a young boy ridding on his favourite child hood toy his horse his horse that was his favourite he youst to ride around the corridors but then he couldn’t anymore because over the years he got older and older so he had give his toy to his grand son who loves horses just like him proudly. 🙂
The boy raced around like a rocket on the horse thanks to his grand dad. he sat on the leather memory foam chair and gently pressed the last note on the ancient piano of the beautiful melody…