I woke up to the sound of screams...No just kidding I woke up to my little sister crying. She hates

The noise kept getting louder and louder and then bam! The smoke from one of the Nazis gun flew off as my little sister lays dead on the floor of my apartment living room.   I see blood drip from her inner thigh, as her eyes become heavy like lead and then finally they became too heavy for her to keep open.  My mother and father both sob into each other’s arms and look horrified as their little girl is no longer in their presents.  I was in shock, my little Alyssa was gone forever.  The tears in my eyes became heavy like my little sister’s dead eyes.

This screaming and fighting was going on for hours, Michael and I partially went to sleep while my mom and Aunt Betsy watched us sleep. Then all of a sudden, we hear silence their gone, my mother waits a few minutes to make sure it's still silent. It past 10 minutes it was still silent, my mom poked her head out to see if the coast was clear, but their was still a few bad people they're arresting lots of families men. My father left a tiny phone for my mom because when his close or is in america we will know that he is ok. Hours past and it was still quite, and our candle was literally about to burn out, but we still have half of the other one, my mother wanted to go to see if everyone one was gone but before she left the phone rang.

Dear daybook… It’s Monday, I think who cares. But I have woken up in some hot place sweating like crazy. I think I am alone, but I don’t know. Last I remember is being on a plane with a bunch of other boys. So far all I’ve seen is a beach, palm trees, weird plants, and the sun glaring in my eyes. I start walking around for a while, and then I heard this weird loud noise over and over again. I began to follow it with excitement thinking I wasn’t alone. As I became closer it grew louder, I started to see other boys as well. Questioning if they were on the plane or not. As we all ended up at the same spot and there were to boys standing there saying how their names were Piggy and Ralph and they made a few rules. They also stated they we need

It almost worked, and on occasion I would slip and call your mother by her sister’s name. That is why when your mother informed me of her pregnancy, I panicked. I couldn’t bear to relive that pain again, if fate was not on my side. I couldn’t lose my Anna and my child again. So I fled. I admit now that my actions were cowardly, and for that I am truly sorry. I do not know to whom I am apologizing to; you, your mother, Anna, Oskar… my thoughts are starting to blur. What I do know is: you raised an exceptionally brave young man. From what I have heard, he acquired that strength from you. He has a beautiful young mind with a genuine heart. Oskar has been through a great deal since your passing and I hope I have helped him the receive closure that I could never obtain. It is a shame he will never have a grandfather. I have vowed to myself and his grandmother to never reveal this to him. It is a secret I will take to my grave. I truly wish to tell him, but that would not be fair to him or you. I have created this suffering for myself, now I must endure it. This will be my last letter. All I must do now, in the short amount of time left in this world, is

I sprinted through the streets, it was just about to hit curfew and I couldn't afford to miss it yet again. I sprinted past Miss Lemrac's tent and into my quadrant. Just as the sirens sounded I had made it inside. It was at that moment I heard a piercing scream, someone had not been so lucky as me, the Wächters had found someone who was out too late. Too often had I heard those screams, but that was life here in Berlin, there was no other option, we knew that. Just then a Wächter opened the tattered folds of my tent, one click, the daily roll call. I used to live with my parents, but I lost them a few years ago, I'm not sure exactly how long, the Wächters don't tell us anything. The sirens tore through the night again, dinner was served. "Hi Jess" reverberated through the night as I exited my tent, you forge very close alliances with people when your only life was in a cage. Raw

I run just run. Bam bam more shots go off but they miss me by just a hair. how lucky i am to not have been killed i think to myself. I find myself running back to the apartment I'm forced to call home either Nazi’s on my heel. Run up the stairs lock the doors place something heavy to stop them. I keep telling myself. I wasnt able to block the door securely. The Nazi’s barged in shot me an

Later on that day, I heard shouting and crying down the road a ways. I swung the door open and ran towards the commotion. My mind was running through the files of my brain thinking on what it could be. I finally thought of the worst situation

I woke up in a warehouse, couldn’t remember what happened. Then I remembered. Detroit. The bomb. I hadn’t seen it then. It was so cleverly concealed, and went off five minutes after I was in the building, so I would be able to check every room, and would be by the door with my guard down. I saw it now. I got up and walked outside only to hear sirens and see the cars in the distance. My car was nowhere to be seen. Walking the three miles to the car dealership was hard work, but I finally made it and bought myself a 1967 Fiat 124. It was the cheapest car there, the worst one there, and belonged in a junkyard. I drove to the pharmacy to see Dr. Woods again, I would need my medicine so the voices would stop. They have been screaming

(After the holocaust) I sat down with a woman and a child to retell the horrors of my past, I am Erika, a Jewish survivor of the holocaust. I don’t recall much of my infant years, but some very vivid memories. My story takes place during the holocaust. I’ve only wished for the family I never knew; my family experienced the holocaust firsthand. My parents and other Jews had been rounded up and sent to fenced off ghettos, with the word, verboten plastered all over the walls. Later, we were forced to board a train, my parents must have been eager to leave their famished and filthy lives. They must have been told they were going to a better place, a place where they would have food and work, but they hadn’t heard the rumors of the death camps.

I imagined how uncomfortable and unfortunate the Ghetto was going to be because the population would increase as more Jews were being transported. My father demanded my siblings and I to pack clothes and significant supplies. I didn’t have much clothing in my closet, so I only packed 3 outfits, 2 pair of socks, 5 clean underwear and my running shoes. Attempting to think of anything significant that I would take I chose to snatch a black and white wrinkled picture of my family and a couple of snacks that were placed in the pantry. As hours passed, and my anxiousness grew, it was already the day I never thought would occur. The clock struck 4:00 and as we exited our house, all of our friends and neighbors exited as well forming a line towards the trains. As I looked back to see if there was anyone still coming out of there house, the corner of my eye captured two German officials dragging a teenager and his mom out of their house after they had been knocked out with the edge of an M1941 Johnson. There forehead had many wounds and bruises as if they were hit multiple times. I didn’t focus too much on it because my focus was already mainly on remaining next to my

I woke up to the sounds of explosion. I ran out the back door to the woods just before the house explodes. I ran 35 miles in an abandon slaughter house and stay there for the night. In the morning, I went hunting for some food and water because I was low on rations. I trap a huge fat rabbit on my way to get water and I got some water from the pond in the back yard. On my way back, I started to clean the rabbit and keeping clover in case of Nazi planes and ground troops. When I got back, I start a fire to cook my well urn meal and to purify the water from the pond. I don’t known day this is or the month, but I am sure the war is still going on around me. I hear the grenades and landmines going off around me. I stay the up most of the night listening to the bomb bursting in the air. I start to keep records of my daily day life there in the war. The bombs stop exploding and all I hear are the peaceful sound of rain drops hitting the roof. I was starting to drift away to the peaceful sound of the rain hitting the roof. Then, lighting strike the roof of the abandon slaughter house and it starts to go in flames. I woke up from the smell of the smoke and the burned rotten meat. I bolted out of there faster than a Jackalope on the run, and I went straight to the woods for

It was 2 a.m., and my father, mother, two siblings, and I were headed home after an exhausting night of celebration. My father was driving and decided to use a shortcut to get home. When we were heading through an unknown neighborhood, I noticed something unusual: There were five black trucks parked in the middle of a driveway. As we headed closer, I heard my mother advise my father to turn around, but he did not listen. Then, I noticed that there were people standing in the street, and they were armed. I cried; I could not contain my instant

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

. It still felt too close to a man I had only felt hate and distrust for. The stories I had heard through my mother and the memories from a little girl’s past left me with nothing else.

I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…