Alma

y Primary 6

Alma and the Strange Soul Doll 

Gently grey and wet snow fluttered around the dark and 

abandoned town. Falling from the grey lonely sky to the rooftops. 

A little girl was skipping happily towards a blackboard. She was in a 

lovely street with missing posters all over the place but that didn’t 

frighten the brave little girl. Bravely she fumbled in her pockets 

and found a piece of chalk, proudly writing her name down she 

thought about the tradition that when your 4 you have to write 

your name down on a blackboard, A...L...M...A! After Alma wrote 

her name down, suddenly she heard creaking, turning around she 

saw a doll, but not any old boring pathetic and useless doll, the doll 

looked just like Alma. “What’s that?” thought Alma. When Alma 

finished looking at the doll the doll disappeared as fast as a 

cheetah. 

“What!? Where’s the doll!?” Alma thought. Looking through the 

shark headed window Alma saw the doll. Excitedly Alma tried to 

open the door but it wouldn’t budge, Alma was SO FURIOUS!!! She 

stomped in the snow. Then picked up a snowball, threw it at the 

door and ran two feet away. That’s when a creaking noise came, 

Alma turned around and saw the door opening, she ran to the 

door and stepped one foot inside. 

Looking at the doll she walked to the doll and on her way she 

stepped on a boy doll with a tricycle, she looked down and picked 

the tricycle up and put it on the ground. The tricycle pedaled to the

door as fast as his little legs would take him. The boy with the 

tricycle was banging at the door as if he was trying to warn her to 

get out. But Alma just smiled and looked back onto the table, the 

doll was gone again! Alma looked around the place, under the 

table, above the table, around the shelf’s, until she saw the doll! 

Alma walked to the shelf and climbed it. 

Alma looked at the doll happily and excitedly, Alma took off her 

glove staring at the doll, smiling, smiling, smiling, she reached out 

towards the doll. She touched the doll’s nose and POOF! 

She… was… in… the… DOLL! Alma panicked and breathed 

harder, and harder, and harder. That’s when she heard all the 

other doll’s eyes moving. Clink, clink, clink… including Alma, clink. 

by Karina 

Alma 

The grey dark snow was falling slowly on the houses. 

Then this girl came skipping aIong. She found some 

chalk in her pocket. She wrote her name on the wall. 

She wrote ALMA. Then she turned around and saw a 

doll that looked like her. Was she seeing things? She 

got shivers down her body like she was in the Arctic.

Excitedly she walked to the door and pulled the handle 

down it wouldn't open. She felt furious. She stood with 

my arms crossed then she picked up a snow ball threw 

it at the window. Then she walked away but the door 

opened. She slowly walked into the shop. The door 

slowly closed. 

by Michaela 


The snow gently flowed from the grey sky as I skipped along 

the white alleyway . As I came to the town blackboard I fumbled 

in my pocket for a piece of chalk then I wrote my name Alma. The 

street was deserted the walls were covered in missing posters. 

Suddenly I heard a creaking noise. Slowly turning I saw a doll in 

the window. It looked exactly like me. Why does this doll look 

exactly like me. Just then the doll moved. 

After the doll moved I walked up to the old door. I yanked at the 

old door it would not open. I picked up a snowball and threw it at 

the old door. The old door slowly opened. I dashed in. The door 

slowly started to close. I didn’t mind one bit. I slowly walked up to 

the doll and stepped on a small boy doll. As I walked up to the

table the small boy doll started pedalling like lightning. The door 

slammed shut. Why was the boy pedalling up to the door? 

When I looked back up at the doll it had moved again. I looked 

frantically around the room. I saw the doll on the old shelf. I 

walked slowly up to the old shelf. I clambered over a worn out 

couch. I pulled off my glove and slowly touched the doll on the 

nose. Then suddenly…. 

There was a puff of lightning and I was the doll. What on earth had 

happened? My heart was beating as fast as lightning. Now I am 

stuck as this doll. Now I am left to wait for the next victim? 

by Jessica O 

ALMA 

One winter morning I was walking down a street 

it was like a ghost town. Everyone at the age of 12 

has to write their name on the wall. I took out 

some chalk and wrote my name. Suddenly I heard 

a creak. A doll was in a window. Weirdly it looks 

just like me. I looked in the window. Who is that ? 

I try the old weary door it did not open. So l get a 

snowball and hit the door.It opens and I go in. It is 

creepy. Suddenly the door closes behind me. My

fear is unspeakable. My heart is beating as fast as 

a Bugatti... 

The doll is gone I look at the shelves one by one. 

Thankfully I find it. My heart is saying no but my 

mind is saying different. Which one to go with? I 

don’t know i will go with my mind. I take off my 

glove. I touch it. What? All i can see is the shop. 

Am l me or am l the doll? Will I ever know? 

by Ewan 


I was walking down the old town, I looked up and I saw snow 

darkly falling down towards me and then I got to the old chalk 

board. Throughout the past centuries my family had written their 

name on their 7th birthday. As soon as I found the bit of chalk in 

my pocket I wrote my name on the chalkboard. A…L....M...A . As I 

finished writing my name I heard a heard a noise, clank clank 

clank clank clonk. I looked behind me. WOW I saw upon myself 

my very own doll. I looked around me there were missing posters 

everywhere. I felt scared. I walked to the window Suspiciously. I 

looked at the doll it was gone. Why did the doll look like? My heart 

was screaming!

I tried the door. Come on open you stupid door I thought. Then i 

got a big snowball and I threw it at the door. It still would not 

open. I then walked away . . . Yipee!! The door opened. I slowly 

walked to the doll . 

At last I walked to the doll. Whoops I stepped on Mr.Trike.. Then I 

picked him up then he raced to the door like a lightning bolt. I 

looked at the doll. The doll was gone. I looked around. How did she 

get up there so fast ? Then I went to the doll. Then I climbed up 

onto the sofa to reach the doll. 

I gently touched her nose. BANG!! I could see flashbacks of when I 

was a kid. The boy on the trike a bike got louder and louder. 

Suddenly after the flashbacks were done I looked around I started 

to breath madly. All I could hear was clonk clonk clonk clonk clonk 

CLANK. Then another doll appreared in the shop window. 

by Ty Leigh


Snow was swirling down from the deep grey sky down onto the 

pavement. I was trying to find the chalk from my pocket then i 

wrote A...L...M...A. The street was covered in posters. Suddenly 

I heard a screech. I turned very slowly. I went closer to the 

shop and I saw a doll like me!! 

I slowly step by step went closer to the rusty old door. I threw a 

snowball at the old rusty door. The door opened. I looked at all 

of the dolls. Then I knocked a doll over. I picked it up.Then it 

went closer to the door and banged the door. I went up and 

didn't see the doll. Then I went on the and I touched the doll 

then I went on the couch. I took my glove off and I touched the 

doll. I was inside the doll. Am I going to stay here forever? 

Jessica C 


It was one snowy day the snow was pure white snow 

I was happily skipping on a daydreamy christmas eve. 

I eventually came across some suspicious posters 

with photos of kids my age, the postersall say 

“LOST!” on them. Finally I found a black board with 

names so I found a peace of weird chalk and wrote

my name “Alma”. This is awkward I don’t remember 

this place I must be lost in a different town. Suddenly 

I heard a squeaky noise. I turned round and saw a doll 

in a shop, the window is shaped as a mouth. I looked 

at it. It looked exactly like me. I started freaking out 

like a goat trying to eat spicy chillies. But the 

question is who’s the shop keeper? 

I’m trying to open the door of a shop to see a doll 

that looks exactly like me, i’m getting very frustrated 

so I offensively throw a snowball at the shop then 

the door opens!!!!!! 

I put this excited smirk on my happy face. I walk in 

the shop, I’m looking around the weird shop 

suspiciously. There’s some sort of big circle that 

looks like it’s going to hypnotise me. I’m going towards 

the doll. There’s a doll on a bike going to the door 

but the door closes before he gets there. So he 

goes bonkers banging at the door. But now the doll is 

on a shelf with all the other dolls. How the actual flop 

did it get there !!!!???!?!?? 

Now I’m walking up to where the doll is. Now I’m 

climbing “BANG BANG!!!” goes the doll at the door going 

bananas like a dinosaur screaming on the Burj Khalifa 

very loudly. “BANG BANG!!!!!” I’m reaching up to the doll 

“BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!” , BOOM!!

“DUN DUN DUUUUUN!!” I’m absolutely terrified like a fish 

trying to breath on land. My soul has gone into the 

doll identical to me. IIt's basically gone into a 

hypnotising circle of death, I’ve gone into the shops 

mouth window thing but now at this very awkward 

moment all the dolls are looking around the place. A 

doll pops up at the window that is shaped as a mouth. 

It is ready to lair the next victim into the hypnotising 

circle of death where all the other kids souls got 

into. 

by Jamie 

The Doll 

It had been so cold. Snow is falling on the land. 

Then I saw the white board. After I write my name on the 

board Alma. Then I hear the noise. Then I slowly turned 

around. 

I went to the door and tried to open it. The door was not 

opening. I was angry .I throw a snowball. Then the door is 

open. I come to the door slowly. I went in. The door 

closed. I touched the doll. I became the doll. I was 

scared. 

Imants


The sky is gray and snow flakes falling on my tongue then I 

see a wall with names on it. So I put my name on it.I turn 

around and I see a shop that is shaped like a shark’s head 

and I hear a strange noise so I go up to the window. There 

was a doll. I closed my eyes and then the doll is gone. Where 

did she go ? Was she seeing things? My heart started to 

beat like crazy. 

I go up to the old door but I can't get in so I makes a 

snowball and throws it at the door and the door opens and I 

go in. 

I go up to the doll who looks like me. I touch the doll and 

then I becomes the doll. I panic. I am terrified. A new doll 

comes to the window to attract more people in. Will I be a 

doll for ever? 

by Finn 

The Doll 

The heavy white snow falls from the grey upset sky onto the 

rooftops and my head, it is FREEZING outside. As I skip along the

snowy white path to the town blackboard I ruffle around my pocket 

for a piece of white chalk, the board is full of names, surnames 

and symbols on it, there are also “missing” posters on the grey 

crumbly wall. I write my on the wall A...L...M...A… I was down a 

deserted street with abandoned shops and creepy abandoned 

houses. After i write my name i hear a spinny whirly weird noise 

and peered round to find a doll who looked “exactly” like me. “what 

is that?” I think. MY HEART IS BEATING LIKE A MAD 

TAMBOURINE. 

As I check my body warmer, trousers and boots for a second the 

Alma doll has disappeared. I give a wild glad smile but i am very 

confused. Confused I look through the creepy old brown door “It’s 

there” I say. I try pulling the dirty lonely door handle. “It’s stuck!” I 

sigh. Then i grab a heap of snow and create a massive snowball 

and, BOOM crumble, I throw the snowball in anger and walk away. 

On my second step I hear a CREAK and the door opens. 

Cheerfully i walk closer to the big door. 

Running inside the big dark gloomy shop. “ANYONE THERE?” I shout. 

What’s inside? I walk in and see the weird creepy Alma doll. I am 

determined to get it and show my family. I try to pick it up, 

SQUEAK SQUEAK CREAK... “Phew!” I think. I just stood on a doll with 

a tricycle, he’s on the ground so i pick him up. The door is still 

open. He tries to cycle away but SLAM BANG, the door slams and 

the boy bangs on the door. I turn still laughing and the ALMA 

DOLLS GONE. I look around “there it is”, I say in relief.

Eventually I run close to the Alma Doll and pull of my brown fluffy 

warm glove and think “ Is it safe to touch the Alma doll with no 

glove on? Well who cares it’s a doll? I touch it. 

“ I am a doll”, I scream but nothing comes out. I am as scared as 

an endangered panda. 

by Zoe Sinclair 


Grey snow fell from the sky onto the ground. Alma skipped 

along the frosty ground to a large chalk board. The street 

was snowy and cold. Suddenly she hears a whirring sound. 

Turning around she sees a copy of herself inside a 

mysterious shop. Why is there a copy of me in that shop 

she thought? Her knees started to shake like a broken car. 

she felt like she was going to faint!!! 

I walked over to the door of the shop and followed the doll 

over to a shelf. When it stopped moving I touched it. 

Suddenly I turned into the doll. My heart was pounding like a 

running giant as I looked around. Then another doll came up. 

by Kieran

The Doll Shop 

The snow fluttered down from the dark sky and 

covered the cobble path.I skipped along the path to 

my house but on the way home I remembered to 

write my name on the big black board .So I wrote 

my name on the blackboard Alma. Perfect. I heard a 

creaking noise so I turned around to see where the 

noise was coming from it was coming that creepy 

shop. There was a complete copy of me as a doll so I 

checked to see if she was wearing the same cloths as 

me when I looked up she was gone.But my legs were 

shaking like a cold cow eating daisies. 

Was I seeing things? Was the doll real? 

I was at the old door. I tried to open the door but it 

would not open. I threw a snowball at the door and 

walked off. The door opened. I ran in and i saw the 

doll. I walked up to the doll and i stepped on a trike 

boy and I helped it stand up. It raced away and 

started to bang on the door. The doll was gone. It 

was on the shelf. 

I climbed up to the shelf I took my mitt off and 

touched the doll’s nose.

I was in the doll. I was as sad as a rainy day. 

Suddenly another doll came up from the floor to 

claim another person. Why was the trike boy 

banging an the old oak door? 

by Marcus 


It was a dull,snowy day and I was skipping happily 

down the street to write my name on the old chalkboard. 

I rummaged in my jacket pocket to find a small piece of 

chalk to write my name on the chalkboard.The old street 

was deserted and there was missing posters all over the 

old walls. Suddenly I heard cogs. Turning I looked into 

the shop behind me and I saw a doll that looked just like 

me. Who is it? My heart was beating like a drum. 

I looked into the shop and saw that the doll had 

disappeared.I looked further into the shop and I found it 

again.I turned the rusty handle but it wouldn’t open. 

Why? I was so angry,that I threw a snowball at it.Then 

the door opened.I ran to the doll but I stepped on 

another doll which was on a tricycle.I picked it up and it 

rode around me to the door but it closed on it.When I 

looked back up,the doll was gone again.I looked around

to try find it.Eventually,I found it on a shelf next to other 

dolls.I was so excited.Then I thought to myself,why is 

the doll moving to different places in the shop when I 

look away? 

I ran towards it and climbed on to the old,dusty 

couch.Then I took my glove off and reached up to the 

doll.I was really excited to take it home. 

When I touched the doll,I got sucked into it.I was really 

terrified.When I was in the doll,I looked about and saw 

all the other dolls’ eyes moving.I was frozen like a polar 

bear in the Antarctic Ocean.How am I in a doll? 

Abbi Mitchell 


Snow fell lonely on the grey cracked rooftops. I skipped 

excitedly around the abandoned rusty old shops. I 

looked it closely it sort of looked liked it was a shark 

head. I turned around there was wall full of names. 

There was a big space on the wall. It looked like it was 

for me but I didn't have a bit of chalk. Just in case I 

searched desperately for a bit of chalk. Wait hang on a

second … I found a bit of chalk. I write my name 

proudly A...L...M...A. The street was filled completely 

with posters. The posters were all about missing 

people. Wait the missing people had the exact same 

names as the one on the board. 

So I went to open the door. It was locked. I was so mad 

I even threw a snowball at it. Then I stomped away. 

Then something unbelievable happened. It opened. 

I went to see it. I was as happy like I just won the the 

lottery. I stepped on a doll on a tricycle. I picked it up 

and put it on the ground. It tried to escape but it didn’t. 

Somehow the door closed before it even got there. 

Anyway I looked back. The doll was gone. I looked. I 

couldn’t find it. It was there on the shelf. I climbed on 

to the couch took my glove off and slowly like a snail I 

touched it. Boom!!!! I found myself in the doll!!! 

by Connor 

The Dolly 

Snow so cold like slush and ice-cream and the sky is gray. 

she went down town when you are 7 years old you can 

write your name on the wall with chalk. She was in a empty 

street. she turned around she saw a copy of her. she

walked slowly. To the window. Was she seeing things ? Her 

throat is dry as a desert. 

She slowly walked to the damp door. She tried to get in. 

She angrily tightened her fists together. She picked up a 

snowball threw it at the door and she walked away. 

The door creaked open. Alma walked slowly in. Alma saw 

the doll she ran into a boy on the bike she picked it 

up she put it on the floor it tried to get out but it couldn’t. 

She looked back up but where is the doll? She looked and 

looked then she found the doll… It was on the shelf. 

Alma jumped on the couch. She slowly reached for the doll. 

She went into the doll. Alma was frozen cooled like slush 

and she was stuck in the doll for ever. 

by Lily 

Names on the Wall 

I was skipping to the wall of names .When I got to the 

wall I put my hand in my left pocket and pulled out a 

piece of chalk I and put my name on the wall.I heard a 

noise coming from the shop just behind me. I turned and 

saw a doll in the window . I walked up to the window

and saw a doll that looked just like me .Was i seeing 

things? My heart was beating as fast as a Hennesey 

Venom GT. 

I looked down to my clothes for a second and then 

looked up and the doll was gone .I peeked in the window 

and I saw the doll standing on a table in the middle of 

the room so I slowly walked up to the door and tried the 

handle but it did not work.I got very angry so I stomped 

away but as I was stomping away I heard a ring of a 

bell coming from the shop. 

As I was running into the shop I started to slow down.I 

saw the doll on the table in the middle of the room so I 

walked a little bit faster. I blinked and the doll had 

moved to a shelf on the wall. So I ran over to the shelf 

but I could not reach it. So I climbed onto the couch and 

pulled off my mitten with my mouth.I put my hand on 

the doll’s nose. When I put my hand on the doll my life 

flashed before my eyes.When I woke up I was inside the 

doll.I was scared. 

by Brandon


Alma was walking in to town. She saw a doll in a 

shop and she tried to go in . The door didn’t open. 

she turned away and then the door slowly opened 

. Alma went in. She walked to the shelf and she 

climbed up and put her arm up to touch the doll. She 

turned into a doll. She felt terrified. will she came 

back alive? 

Angela 

The Doll 

The silver angry snow hit off the squishy slush and the 

streets were deserted. I rummaged around in my 

pocket for some chalk. Then happily I wrote my name. 

ALMA in big bold letters. The street was as cold as ice 

and was filled with lost posters. Strangely I heard a 

squeak. Looking around there was a doll in a shop 

window but no ordinary shop it was shaped as a mouth. 

Why was she dressed like me? My heart was beating as 

fast as Usain Bolt at his fastest speed. 

I looked in the barren wooden door. I tried the door 

handle but it would not work. I was furious so I threw a

snowball at it. The door opened. The doll was still there. 

I went to touch the doll as I went towards the doll I 

tripped up on a little boy on a tricycle. He cycles to the 

door but it slams tight. Why was he trying to get out? 

The doll has moved to a shelf with some other dolls. I 

walked over. I jump on a couch and take my glove off 

slowly. I reach up and touch the doll and suddenly my 

mind goes blank…. 

What has happened? Im..Im..Im inside the doll. In my 

mind I’m shouting help. Then the next doll pops up for 

the next victim. My heart is beating like a drum. 

by Tamzin 

I am Stuck 

The snow is flying down slowly from the sky onto the 

rooftops of the houses. I was skipping along to write my 

name on the 5 board. The 5 board is a board that when 

you are five you write your name on. Proudly I wrote on 

the board - D...E...M...I… it is traditional .In the town that I live 

in it was like sugarland because of all the snow.Then i 

heard a noise then and i slowly turn around and there is a 

doll that looked the same. It was a bit freaky.

I went to the window that it was in. In the time of me 

looking at my clothes to see if they were the same it had 

gone. So I go to the old battered wooden door and it 

doesn't open. So then I throw a snowball at the door and I 

stomp off . Then suddenly the door opens with a crackling 

noise so I slowly walk in. The doll has moved it is on the 

table. How did it move? 

Suddenly the door shut as fast as lightning bolt. There was 

a loud bang . The doll has moved again. Now she is on the 

shelf. So i climb up the lower shelf and I take off my 

mittens and i touch her. Alll of a suddenly I am in her!!!!!. 

Then another doll comes up for the next five years old 

victim. 

by Demi 


One day i was slowly walking along the street . It was 

thick heavy snow. Suddenly i stopped i turned myself . I 

saw my very own reflection of myself. I saw it was a 

doll. It was like I had shivers down my back. How did the 

doll look the exact same as me? Why did the doll appear 

at the window? Then it disappeared of the shelf. 

Maryann Stewart MacDonald (absent for writing part 2)


There was a girl called Alma. She was skipping on the 

road full of snow.The snow fluttered to the ground 

gently and onto the rooftops. She wrote her name Alma 

with the chalk on the blackboard .She heard a voice. She 

moved around and saw a doll like her.She is scared and 

thinking how is that possible a doll like me? 

She slowly walks to the window of the shop. She saw the 

doll like her and she was surprised. Alma saw a old 

wooden door. Alma tried to open the door but the door 

didn't open. Alma angrily took a snowball and threw it 

on the door.Then suddenly the door opens then smiles. 

She enters the shop. She saw that the doll was not there. 

She was thinking where has the doll gone? 

Then Alma saw the doll on the shelf. Alma walked to the 

doll. Alma took off her glove . Alma touched the doll. 

Then Alma becomes a doll.Alma feel terrified. How has 

she become a doll? 

by Jashan


One day there was very boring lonely snow it also came down very 

very fast.I came skipping down an alley then i saw a chalkboard. I 

went to write my name on it (Alma). There were also other names 

too. Then suddenly a doll popped up.NOT just any doll. A doll that 

looked like...ME. 

I was very excited and nervous. I went to open the door but...I 

could not.I got so angry that i threw a snowball at the door.Then 

suddenly...the door...OPENED!!! I was super happy…but that was 

when i made the biggest mistake of my life 

I went in. It was full of dolls. I saw my doll standing on there...well A 

doll that looked like me. I saw a wooden boy on a mini bike he was 

also on his side. He looked like he really had to be somewhere. 

The door was open so he tried to get out. Then the door closed. 

Then I saw my doll on the shelf I went to touch it and then...BAM!!! 

I’m in the doll! 

Billie

TheWallOfDeath 

Thesnowwasascoldasablockoficeand 

fallingonthecobblestonepavement,itwas 

beautiful.Isuddenlyfoundasmallpieceof 

chalkonthefloorandwrotemynameonthe 

bigblackboardA...R...D...A.Theabandoned 

greystreethadposterspeelingofthewall 

andthegroundwascarpetedinbigchunksof 

snow.AbruptlyIheardawhirlingnoise.I 

turnedandsawacreepydollanditlooked, 

justlikeme.whatwasit?Myheartwas 

boominglikeatrumpet.Itwasreallycreepy. 

Iwalkedtowardsthewindowwhichlookedlike 

amonster'shead.Ilookedatmyclothesand 

lookedbackupandthedollwasgone.Iwent 

tothetherustyoldoakdoorandpulledthe 

handlebutitwouldn’topen.CruellyIthrew 

asnowballatthedoorandwalkedaway. 

Suddenlythedooropenedwithasqueakynoise 

soIwentin.Thereweredollseverywhere.My 

dollwasinthemiddleoftheshop.Ilooked 

atthefloorandlookedbackupanditwason 

theshelf.Howdiditgetupthere?Soi 

walkedtowardstheshelfandtookmymittens

offandtouchedit.Iwasinthedoll.My 

heartwasbeatingasquicklyasa 

Lamborghini. 

byArda

Alma

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