Prison Camp Narrative

The civil war was a big part of The United States history. The country was split into two sides, The North and The South. Within these sides, there were many different prison camps. Two of these prison camps were called Camp Ford and Elmira Prison. These two camps had many similarities and differences. Whereas Camp Ford and Elmira Prison are different such as their location and their beliefs, they are also similar because of their conditions, prisoners inside the camp and, the effect they have today.

Towards the end of his story, Elie doesn’t recognize himself anymore and is unaware of the person he has become. Elie’s changes are apparent in many ways meaning physically, emotionally, religiously. His reactions toward his father during his experiences in the camp has changed as well. Elie hasn’t seen himself in a mirror since he left the ghetto. He couldn’t recognize who was staring back at him through the mirror; he saw a frail young boy who had been put through the worst type of suffrage and torture and knew from that day on ......

Two weeks ago, the summer of 1942 had finally started, and at last, it seemed like I could have fun and enjoy myself, until my parents had sat me down with a serious look in their eyes.

The article talks about how people are living in tent camps around the world to try to have a roof over their heads, food, and water to survive. The overall purpose of the article “Camping for Their Lives” is to inform the reader on what is happing in the world with people that doesn’t have much or any money at all, furthermore; the author shows evidence of how the people are living. The author of the article is Scott Bransford. The author’s overall tone is sad, emotional, and information. The purpose of the story to show the reader how people live throughout hard times in their lives. The affect of the article could have on the reader is after reading the story could help them share their money with someone they see on the streets or in these

If I had to choose one item to take with me when hiding from the Nazis, I would choose to take my diary. This is because in my diary, I would be able to write down all of my thoughts and feelings without being penalized for them. When I am hiding from the Nazis, I cannot make any sound or talk since that could give myself and my family away. Because of this, I have to keep my opinions and judgments to myself. However, with a diary, I can say what I want to say and speak my mind freely. This will not only help to keep me occupied during hiding, but it will also help me vent out my feelings on paper. In addition, this specific item has much meaning and value. The fact that this diary is basically a book captivates one’s feelings and thoughts, it makes it the story of a person’s

Have you ever wondered what happens behind prison doors? Prisons are defined as a correctional institution where persons are confined while on trial or for punishment. A prison is also referred to a place of detention. Embodiment of the United States is a concrete power under the Constitution of the United States, which means that prisons are under authority of both the federal and state governments. Different United State prisons contain different prisoners based on the crime or felony committed. Security levels range from minimum-security prisoners to Supermax facilities that house the more dangerous criminals. Dangerous criminals are usually sent to the state prison and less serious offences such as misdemeanors are sent to the

A picture is truly worth a thousand words, but the picture I was assigned is worth so much more than that. It was taken during a time of despair, unfairness, torture, and just pure terror. I can’t truly tell you what happened in this picture at the time it was taken but I will do my best to describe it. At the first look of this picture I noticed three soldiers. They are standing at a crematory, and the doors are open. Inside bodies of the dead or still currently alive Jewish people I couldn’t tell you because they were known to burn them dead or alive. I couldn’t tell you the number of the people inside the crematorium in the photo because I don’t know the number it could fit.

Suspended in the sensory deprivation tank, Kwan could perceive the guards before they ripped open the lid and exposed him to the cold, harsh reality. He didn’t even flinch as they hauled him from the warm and comforting water.

It was a normal day in Andrea’s neighborhood. She lived next to the Auschwitz camp. That day she noticed something was wrong because a lot of cars were coming in and out all day in the night she decides to look out the window carefully and she saw a lot of the Nazi soldiers taking a lot of people into that camp. After she heard the soldier screaming and yelling at those people, she saw when the soldier were hitting the men and when they were kill, she decide to go to sleep but she couldn’t sleep with those yelling and screaming of the people. Since that day the Auschwitz camp became the largest Nazi concentration camp. Days had passed and she keep seeing the Nazi mistreating the people and killing them, one day she decides to go to the backyard of her house and she saw a woman

At six o’clock that afternoon, the first American tank stood at the gates of Buchenwald. The everlasting horrors we had been forced to endure were finally coming to an end. The tanks had arrived at Buchenwald and with them all the promises of freedom that the Nazis had taken from me. At this point, my only aspiration was to return to some semblance of normalcy. Walking around the village, talking with friends, eating freshly cooked meals. With that thought, I realized that this American tank was filled with provisions. The hunger pangs I had successfully ignored suddenly intensified at the thought of food right there in front of me, in the tank. All other thoughts were replaced with the basic human need for food and to finally satisfy the hunger that had overtaken me since we were first brought to this deplorable camp.

Zack's gaze seemed to be locked on the passing scenery, everything was covered in a blanket of snow, the window frosted as the cool air swept through the the broken bus windows. With the twins directly in-front of him and Dolly on his shoulder, he couldn't be happier, but he dare not show it. "I'm sure in the long run it'll be worth it." he pulled the shivering golden eyed girl closer to his chest, his hand running through her long black hair as he tried to comfort her. Being the suborn reaper that he was he didn't bother with reading the brochure, although he did know the basics. Monster Camp, a camp where the gifted go to learn to control their powers. Being one of the few requested to attend made the blue eyed boy scoffed, believing he had

“That’s not going to work,” Travis said with a smile, still lying on his stomach.

Exposition: I was so excited to go to my first camp but very anxious to be leaving my mom for 4 days. I’m going to a place I never knew could change my life. My pastor Calli Woods and I talked about it for a couple of weeks now to help me get through family and mental problems. The church camp was called Limitless and this is where I found my breaking point and pushed beyond new limits. I got a scholarship as Calli paid $100 and I got $80. Soon enough, I was standing by Gabby in front of a Victory Church bus and waving goodbye to my mom.

Last year, I was volunteering with the children at the Morris Area Elementary School, a volunteer asked me where I was from. I answered her that I was from St. Paul, Minnesota. Then she went and asked why I have an accent. At this point, I knew the answer that she was looking for; her intention was to ask where I was REALLY from. So where was I really from? I was born and raised in a refugee camp in Thailand. Now, I am not Thai either, I just happened to be born in that country. As a Hmong in the refugee camp, I had to learn Thai as my second language and trust me, finding a good education there was not easy. Why my family used to live in a refugee camp? Long story short, all the Hmong victims during the Vietnam War supposed to live in a refugee

Prison literature, epitomized as a thriving literary genre, is identified as literature which is penned while the author is unwillingly kept in a location, such as a penitentiary, jail, detention center, correctional facility, house arrest or in solitary confinement. The literature produced by writers during or after their incarceration can be about prison as place of Romantic solitude and the prison as brutal, inhuman institution. This can be illustrated in a number of forms including epistle, autobiography, memoir, journal/diary, novel, poetry, manifesto, essay and political philosophy which made writers create hundreds of literary works that have encompassed a wide range of literature known as prison literature. Surveying prison