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Wednesday 18 November 2020

High Dive Giraffes

 As they're peacefully walk up the ramp, the sound of the tapping echos into the quiet atmosphere. The leading giraffe guides the tower. 'Clip, clop, clip, clop' the lonely noise fills the air but then.. a clamorous thump made a fright. 'Thump, thump, thump' follows, all of a sudden the tower of giraffes fall down to the ground floor. They struggle to get back up, shaking their legs hopelessly. At last, they get back up and continue to walk the never-ending ramp, single file they slowly march.




Monday 2 November 2020

"drip drop drip..." Juvia meaning "Rain" in Spanish

 As Alma’s vision started to clear up, she startled and panicked out of confusion. Her eyesight was shaped like fisheyes, round and circular as if it shrunk. Left to right she shifted her eyes continuously breathing heavily. She felt frozen, firm to the ground. Alma hopelessly tried to move her arms and legs, she twitched ravingly, over and over again, repeatedly trying to escape out of this horrifying calamity she had put herself in. As soon as she gave up, her lower part body ached and was too sore to even quiver. She viewed the lonely doll store, she was aware of the new doll that was waiting for the next victim. The sound of the clock calmed her mind, “tick, tock, tick, tock….” . She stayed put as she relaxed her mind, slowly closing her eyes…


“WHERE AM I?!” Alma’s roaring voice cried. It was pitch black, Alma was unable to see anything, she blinked repeatedly, she was confused again.  A young blonde lady holding a lamp smiled at her kindly, Alma figured it out that she looked like her mother. She rotated and noticed her father, pale, blonde and with a long beard. She feels  happy, Alma starts to tear up in joy as she sees both her parents in front of her, wanting to give them a nice big hug. As she ran up to them, they slowly started to disappear in glints and sparkles, gradually floating up into the air. Her tears of joy changed to tears of sadness. She woke up from the distressing nightmare suspecting another new victim will be trapped in this horrendous tragedy.  


Alma hears the dolls' eyes clicking, observing every step the little red head girl takes. Sharp tapping clicks fill the air as the little girl Juvia reaches the chalkboard, the regret will soon happen. As she stretches her hand inside the pocket of her puffy jacket, Juvia takes out a white piece of chalk. She gradually writes her name on the board “Ju-vi-a !” "Drip Drop Drip..." Teardrops falls down from the grey dull sky, Juvia starts to look for shelter as she notices the doll store... A horrible tragedy begins...