Creative Writing

Red, Blue, Yellow, Green. Only a minute amount of vibrant, energetic colours presented by the stores all eagerly waiting to capture a good portion of the hundreds to shoppers that pass by in the jam-packed lunchtime rush. The unique, mouth-watering aromas presented by each of the stores that enable a shopper to go to their desired shop only by utilizing their noses. Many noises; all heartlessly drowning each other out. From the crying toddler that wants the cuddly teddy bear in the eye-catching toy shop nearby, to the welcoming music played by each store that just psychologically forces you to go inside regardless of your intentions. As you pass the food stalls, you can just taste the freshly made sandwiches or the cheesy burgers that are irresistible no matter how many you gobble. The purified, unpolluted air feels cool, adjusted to the perfect temperature regardless of the temperature outside. Every store just innocently staring. Gazing at everyone that passes by until they have paid a visit.
The banners are all packed up. The eye catching colours are all put away. There is not a shopper in sight. It is the end of a hard days work. The metal doors with large locks are all engaged so not even the tiniest creatures are able to enter. The lights are turned off; the alarms are armed, ready to pounce on the stealthiest of intruders. It is bitterly cold and all you can hear is the sound of small animals that scurry down the hallways in order to find a good shelter for this