Snow Street Creative Writing

Snow landing softly on the ground in Paris, France, the whole city was in a resting slumber except for one curious, adventurous girl named Alma. Awakened by her sense of adventure right after sunrise, Alma hastily dressed into her warm, cotton light pink jacket, pair a murky green pants and tan mittens with a royal blue, wool cap. Escaping the comforts of her own home, Alma and went skipping around the dark, cavernous city by herself. While skipping under the main bridge, Alma comes across a long, narrow road called Snow Street. The narrow road had dozens of open shops, but they all seemed to be out of order or abandoned years ago. The only modern object on the dead street was a green chalkboard hanging on the wall with dozens of other names on it.
Written in clean cursive, Alma wrote her name with chalk,
Amazed, Alma saw the doll that looked exactly like her on the showcase in the middle of the quiet room. Alma was about to grab the string haired doll to keep as a souvenir of her own, but was interrupted by a small plastic boy doll riding a tricycle to the quickly closing door, trying to give some sort of message. The boy on the tricycle kept crashing and crashing into the eroding door, but Alma just simply ignored the helpless doll and did not understand the message trying to be sent to her. When Alma looked up, to her own admiration, the doll magically moved onto a high shelf where Alma was not perplexed by the spooky movement of the doll. Reaching only on the raggedy old doll, Alma did not realize that two twin dolls dressed in black dresses were nodding their eyes in a right to left formation trying saying “no.” Unfortunately, Alma touched the soft bundle of yarn and soon became the sad, hopeless doll that everyone one else was. Alma’s eyes were the only moveable parts of her doll body and became the victim of the doll maker along with many other naïve, young