Clip Clop until you Stop

 "Clip Clop" the only sound heard as a tower of Giraffe walk their way up an endless waste of time. Seconds go by and the story continues, a sudden pause within the sound of tap dancing shoes occurs. The leader, tilts its head to the side as if it is sensing a mysterious presence approaching the atmosphere. Another giraffe is spotted falling from the sky, like an angel with no wings, or a meteor from outer space. But I'm afraid to say its existence was so more.

Advent symbols in the Summer

 

Forced into a Reality

 As she awakens from her nightmare, in desperate need for comfort, pushing from side to side repeatedly in an increasing amount of speed. After trying and trying, nothing works, she slowly starts to give into the dark side and its cruel fates. 

Days go by, as it carelessly drags Alma’s hopes and dreams along with it. Forever pleading for an escape-route that would never happen, until, “thump thump thump” the sounds of creaking floor steps approaching closer. Who could it be? Can they help me? Alma panics, what if it's a bigger toy? No! It can’t be. How can they be moving? Thoughts run through Alma’s wooden mind. She looks everywhere, left, right, up, down and even tries to look behind her, but there's nothing there. Creak…. furniture starts to go wild as the walls separate, a secret passage opens? Why in a toy shop? Some dolls have fallen on the ground, including Alma. Alma tries her best to get up but she's as heavy as a brick. All she could do is just close her eyes, and pray that she lives to see another day. 

The furniture stops, and the sound of soaking wet footsteps arrive inside the toy shop. The anonymous person steps closer and closer. She feels her body lifted as if it weren't as heavy as expected. “Welcome newcomer.” Alma slowly opens her eyes staring face to face with a man. His smirk as cold as the North Pole, his hair as black as a night sky and his eyes were hell itself. The man slowly walks over to the desktop, admiring all the imprisoned children in each-doll and places Alma right on top, “front row seat I suppose” he tries to joke around.

Silence fills the atmosphere, not even Alma’s jokes could enlighten this tedious day. “Clink clink clink” the sound she hears before snapping back into her new reality. Looking around for the noise, she notices each doll looking from side to side, as if they were directing her to notice something outside perhaps?

Alma stares into the distance, focusing on the only thing in front of her, the whiteboard, and there right in front of her was the words ‘he - p’ maybe someone was named ‘heap?’ Or ‘heop,’ or maybe “h e l p?” Of course! Alma finally understood all the warning signs that were right in front of her, if only she had known before. Her hopes grew much bigger for the next victim, but she still wondered who would’ve been able to write ‘h e l p’ but not finish the ‘L’ ?

She starts focusing more on her surroundings, but gets interrupted by the sound of odd crunching footsteps? They can't possibly be from inside. But maybe?

Machinery sounds grow louder and louder as a new doll arrives on top of the table Another child? Alma’s determination to save the child grew bigger and bigger by the second, the only problem was how was she going to intervene with the new soon-to-be trapped kid? While thinking of a plan she saw from the corner of her eye, the kid, she was as beautiful as ever, but about to be trapped forever.

The kid had already made it to the white board, with her chalk. Alma tried her best to scream out, or at least make an odd ‘clinking’ noise by looking left to right. Nothing worked, the kid was about to sign her own fate without even knowing it. But then.. a miracle happened, the girl paused and slowly lowered her arm, dropping the chalk. She turned behind, facing the shop, and smiled directly at Alma. Alma was surprised, the girl understood the warnings. The little girl gratefully skipped away from the white board, Alma sighed in relief, she forever will be known as a saviour to a child, but a prisoner to a bewitched toy maker.