Alma The Sequel

Alma stared at the red doll. She didn’t know what to do. She could’ve screamed ,but she was incapable of anything. Alma tried to move. She  but didn’t even budge. The poor girl was afraid: eyes flickering; heart pounding; breathing heavily. Suddenly, she fell off the shelf. Then she heard chuckling overhead. “Those brats” she thought. An amazing thought overcome her. Alma tried to move but just rolled over. ” Keep going.” She said to herself.

The doll saw Alma wriggling around. She leaped onto Alma viciously. “You stay on that shelf!” She bellowed. Alma thought she could call this fiend dreadlocks. Dreadlocks flew backwards. Alma was starting to get used to being a doll. Well, not for long. Soon, she would get out of this lump of plastic. Just then, there was a huge crash. The window smashed. It was Alma’s turn.”Swoosh!” She flew out the open window. The snow was as soft as a pillow. Alma landed with an ” POOF.”  A sheet of paper flew past her. It landed on her lap. The headline read ” YOUNG GIRL MISSING.”  Astonishment shot through her. How did they know? After all, she was an orphan.

Alma spun around.A ghostly figure rose above the counter.  Who could it be? It was a grey figure with crazy red hair, goofy teeth, massive goggles and tiny red eyes. He stabbed a bit of glass into Alma’s neck. Slowly, a dizzy feeling controlled her. A few minutes later, she woke up. Alma stared at her arms to see that she was a human again. “Yippee!!” She Yelled. She got up and saw the dark silhouette of her new enemy. It was overtaking the science-mad-man. “NO!” She screamed.

Alma leaped into action. She smacked the doll . All the other dolls watched in terror. But unfortunately,  Alma was too late. The mad-man had touched the doll. Although it looked nothing like him, he was still intrigued. Her jaw dropped. Alma stared in amazement. Pixel by pixel, he faded away. 

Alma ran. She was afraid. Nothing could stop her from running as fast as her legs would carry her. Once she got to a far enough distance… she stopped. After panting for a few minutes, Alma sat down. She waited to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding so loud, she could hear it over everything. Just then a scream shrieked across  the air. Silence ensued..

Alma was worried. She stood up. Alma ran. Once she got to the there, Alma searched. She was looking for a sign of life. There was no one around. Her heart was pounding.” That man,” she thought. “Transformed me. But how?”  Alma was determined to find the strangely kind man’s doll. After all, he did help her. But Alma was also determined to find out who was behind this evil plot to destroy human kind. A scientist maybe? Or possibly a weird human mole or something? Alma had enough of worrying who it was, she wanted to know what the scream was. Just then, another scream burst her eardrums. As Alma ventured through the smashed glass,  the scream got louder. Alma found herself  in a kitchen. The scream was actually an old kettle boiling. “Those clever maniacs.”  She whispered to herself. “The only maniac is you” Giggled a wicked voice. “Who…who said that?” Alma stuttered.

“ME! HE HE HEEEEE” Screamed a witchy figure as she rose. Alma jumped at the sight of the anonymous witch. ZAP!…ZAP!…ZAP!!!! The crazy witch was shooting a fiery acid at Alma. Luckily, she dodged each blast. Once the liquid touched something, it would transform into a plastic figurine. Alma hid in an old closet. She tried to mute her breathing.The witch slid straight past her. A sigh of relief blew into her mind.“Where are you?” Shrieked an evil voice Alma couldn’t stand. She waited for a perfect moment to escape. Now, Alma suggested. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much time to get away. 5 seconds thought Alma as she slowly counted down. 4…3…2… POW! “HE HE HEEEEE” Shrieked the hate-able voice. A blue dash of lightning flashed passed her. Alma ran past. ignoring every blast, Alma looked for a great hiding place.

Imagine a place  where there was no one to talk to (except maniacs); no family; lost for life:This is poor Alma’s final chapter. Now, Alma was running(a lot) with lightning strikes flying past her. After roughly 9 minutes, she came to a dead end. There was no way out. Alma managed to dodge a lot of blasts…POW!! Her body dropped to the ground. “HE HE HEEE”

2 thoughts on “Alma The Sequel

  1. This is excellent Wayne. Some great imagery and your attention to the reader keeps me hooked. My only criticism – and it might just be me – is that I want Alma to ‘win’. It’s a shame that she has overcome her imprisonment to be defeated in the end. I think I would have developed the bit where the man helps her instead of going for the mad witch angle. Nevertheless, I really enjoyed reading this. Great work! 🙂

  2. thanks, i may write another one where it is alma’s twin sister that dies. if that is a good idea.:-)
    (Where alma is still alive. i don’t know)

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