Creative Story : A Short Story

Though separated by a fence throughout the novel, Shmuel and Bruno share a certain childlike innocence, and an innate sense of curiosity about the metaphorical “other side”. The reality is Shmuel is a young Polish jew who does not understand why he is in the concentration camp being punished. Through his innocence, Shmuel although imprisoned in the concentration camp, views Bruno not as a symbol of domination that has locked him in a camp, but just as another boy who happens to be on the other side of a fence. Both Shmuel and Bruno represent innocence. One specific example of Shmuel's innocence is when he describes the armbands that he had to wear every time he left the house. “No one's ever given me an armband’, said Bruno. ‘But i never asked to wear one’ said Shmuel (pg 127). This shows the innocence of both Shmuel and Bruno, in that they don't fully understand the purpose of the armbands. Another example of Shmuel's innocence occurs

In the novel “The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas”. Shmuel was the most significant character. In the novel, he was a young boy held of his own free will. He experienced some of the novels most graphic senses of the concentration camp. Some reasons I will discuss are when Bruno discovers Shmuel, Shmuel tells Bruno about his mother and father also the suffering of finding Shmuel’s pa. Shmuel was a young boy who didn’t understand why he was held captive in a concentration camp. This character throughout the novel maintained mentally strong and brave through all of the obstacles he had faced.

One day, on a nice and sunny day, there was a family driving in their car to there grandmother’s house. They were happy and nothing was stopping them, until something did. They were jamming out to Taylor swifts newest songs and out of no where, came a truck. The father didn't have time to react so they collided. When they collided a wave of dark matter hit the daughter, who was the only survivor of the crash. The daughter’s name was Alex Smoak.

In the book “ The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” the friendship between Bruno and Shmuel grew despite their social economic differences their nature prejudice towards each other and their lack of education . their friendship from stranger to become to best friend although their process which was rough and unpleasant .

The novel demonstrates how Bruno and Shmuel share a great deal in common but perhaps what is most striking is the childhood innocence which characterises both boys. Bruno is unaware that his father is a Nazi commandant and that he lives within yards of a concentration camp. Shmuel, imprisoned in the camp, seems not to understand the severity of his situation. When his father goes missing Shmuel does not understand that he actually went into the gas chamber, “He was here on Monday and then he went on work duty with some other men and none of them have come back.”(p 194). While spending time together, being filled with purity, Shmuel tells Bruno of the horrific train experience that the Jews were forced through. “The doors were at the end,” explained Bruno. “There weren’t any

“I don’t like living with you. You’re hateful and cruel,” Billy screamed as Linda tried in vain to quiet him.

"I hope you both choke," he muttered, before turning back and continuing his retreat, this time at a slower pace. Callum stopped again, looked over his shoulder to check on their progress. They were still following him but it looked that their need to catch him had lessened somewhat.

“There it is” Alex said. They were standing in front of the old,abandoned house four miles out of town. Also four hours past alex’s curfew, but he didn't care he just wanted to show his brother he never backed down from a dare.

It was quiet on the sea that day. Juana sat with her firstborn in her arms, and watched the clear water. The sea was a mirror that day, and as she looked down into the blue she saw her own face staring back. Worry was present in her eyes, as she continued staring down, hoping for a glimpse of anything other than herself. Waves lapped at the canoe, slowly rocking the boat back and forth, causing Coyotito to still in her arms. She glanced down to check the infant was still breathing, simply to satisfy the brief thought in her head that he had stilled forever, before closing her eyes. Her face was set rigid as she sat, wishing for luck from the god’s hands. From God’s hands. Whichever would help her son first.

"Wake up!" My dad yells as he pulls the curtains out. He let the bright light blind me. "Your friend is downstairs, you're such a heavy sleeper." "Give me 5 minutes! just 5 minutes and I'll be done!" I yelled back at my dad. Before I walked downstairs, I grabbed some toast and reached for the big bag of snacks, you know in case I get hungry. "Dad I'll be back by 5. Bye bye!" I said while walking down stairs.

Huge fire burning. Screams louder and louder as the night goes on. People one by one. A huge bonfire party was going. The night of a lifetime. The biggest party of the year. But Skyler a tall brown haired brown eyed girl and her best friend Rylie a blonde haired harsh green eyed girl didn’t mind missing the blast. The girls were out for danger and more than they had planned. Rylie honestly didn't want to go threw with the plan her best friend Skyler had come up with but she went anyways. In Georgia there was a big town called Carrollton and there was an old abandon house that had legends upon legends about it. The most popular being a old lady lived there with her husband and the husband went crazy and made a lab in the basement to try to kill the ones who had disrespected him. And like now at least one person did not agree with it but let it happen. But one day his lab test went wrong and killed the woman and the husband. And the man is still going and working to kill each and every person. “I don't wanna do this sky.” Rylie paused. “My mom died kinda like this poor woman and I don't wanna get into that”

“Well here goes another day, what do you want to do today Colby,” I said.

Adelynn was frozen still as the air began to darken. The blackness came out of nowhere and seemed to engulf her. She had just been standing in her barn enjoying the crisp October air when she felt as though something was off, and now she knew she was correct in her suspicion. All she could hear was her own heart pounding as she tried to look around. She stumbled around trying to fight a light source, a door, anything to get her out of there. Suddenly, her hair stood on end as she felt a cold hand grasp her arm in the darkness. She screamed and bolted, not knowing where she was going or what she was running from.

It was a dewy, foggy morning in the citadel. I could hear the birds chirping their beautiful songs in the distance

There I was, in my home town of Zorgamazoo, feeling farther away from home than ever before. All I could think about was my family’s weekly games of Zorgally Ball with the nearby zorgles. I had not seen them in two weeks now and it was sinking in that I was going to end up all alone. I could not even begin to bare the thought of moving on without them and searching for a new home, but I knew I might need to someday soon. I could not even handle moving my body from the ground to do anything other than sob about my current situation, and occasionally about what my friends must have experienced as I just stood there and watched. I could not do anything other than just watch, I was frozen, and I still am.