Short Story: Taken Away

As I looked up from my book, I saw my mom sit down next to me, crossing her legs as she turned the tv on to some weird show on the history channel. Not paying attention to anything other than my book, I was startled when my mom gasped. Suddenly, I was startled when my mom gasped, then I was overwhelmed with the strangest, but somewhat familiar sensation. As my ears started to ring, the only thing I heard was my mom shouting “Scarlet!” and the balding man on the tv say something along the lines of “painting, 1600’s, stolen, found.” in between the loud ringing. As I looked at the painting, the woman in the painting was overwhelming familiar, I gawked at her hair that looked as though it was the darkest depths of the night sky with eyes being

“ I had trained as a tailor and had left home before we were deported, when I went to work four miles away on a ranch. It was taken over by the SS, so suddenly I found myself working for them. In May 1943 they lined us up one day and told us to empty our pockets. If they found even a single zloty in anyone’s pocket, they were shot on the spot. We were transported to Majdanek, which was only 19 miles away – a torture camp in the true sense of the word. For 500 metres there were just ditches full of bodies, legs, heads. We were deported to Auschwitz four weeks later. We arrived in the early morning and they gave us a bed, a real shower, they cleaned us well with disinfectant and shaved us. After that they gave us striped uniforms and tattooed us. I was given the number 128164 on my left arm and from that point on I was a number, no longer a name.

After reading all the research about the Holocaust, I thought to myself I can't imagine being in a concentration camp and having my family there too. I am so happy to be living in America today because no matter what color skin you are or religion you are we can all get along together. I really hope this never happens again. Just make sure that every morning you wake up and appreciate the freedom you

To begin, Auschwitz was one of the major concentration camps run by the Nazi’s the Holocaust. At Auschwitz, the Nazi’s were able to murder over a million Jews in gas chambers without detection for most of the Holocaust. Thus, I am going to tell the stories of those who survived Auschwitz in order to provide remembrance and to highlight what I am learning in class. This is due to the fact that many people do not realize that what happened at Auschwitz was horrific. For example, people saw their family die right in front of them, people were beaten for no apparent reason, and people were striped of their identity. Also, by telling the stories of the survivors I am allowing the reader to remember that the Holocaust affected so many people and

One day we woke up to guards brutally pounding on our door. I was the first one up, but my dad didn’t let me open the door. When he went to the door the guard grabbed him and pushed him outside. The guards rushed inside and told us all to get outside immediately. We went outside the nazis made us start walking to the train station. Once we arrived at the station the nazis made all the jews cramp into small cattle carts. This process took about two hours. Once in awhile you would hear gun shots. That was usually the officers shooting at a Jew who was trying to escape. After all the Jews got on the train my family and I prayed that we would all stay together. After what it seemed like forever we arrived in a town called Rzeszow. There My family and the rest of the Jews were forced to live in a ghetto. The ghetto was small but at least I was able to stay with my family.

September 13th, 1939, was a very special day for me and my wife Alzbeta. It is the day of Rosh Hashanah, the first day of the jewish calendar. The only problem was, we couldn’t celebrate with our family and our friends from Nozyk Synagogue, due to us being fearful of the Germans invading Poland. It was more of a day of sadness; I was going to have to enlist in the polish army soon to fight the germans on the front lines. My grandfather had died in the great war during the battle of the somme, and my parents didn’t want me to suffer a similar fate. Unfortunately for them, my country needed me, and I would have to go whether I wanted to or not.

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

NIGHT NARRATIVE This was my last night in Sighet. In the morning, the Nazi’s are coming to transfer us to Auschwitz because of the “war.” I, unlike everyone else, knew something else was going on. Im not sure what but it isn’t because of the war. I was honestly just worried about how my little brother is going to handle himself. He knows to be strong when times are tough but he may not be tough enough.

When it was 1944 I was 15 years old. When I was 15 years old, the Nazi soldiers rounded up all the jews including me and my family and then took us to a ghetto. Some of my friends were taken too. When we arrived, I noticed the ghetto had very tall walls that had broken glass on the top. After everyone was inside, the gates were closed which meant we couldn’t go out. Then we were taken to a little room that already had a family in it. It looked like they barely came too. The first few days they would give us a little bit of food and the conditions were not as bad. A few days later

It was awaking, she could feel the vines moving under the skin on her back. It tended to stay away to reserve energy. Within she could sense it's prescience, dark and forbidding.

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a normal summer day, under the radar with my Jewish family in June. Before I tell my story, I have to tell you what “normal” life was for me. I was born in 1928, five years before the beginning of the holocaust. When Jews started getting killed, my family had to hide in order to not get killed. We dimmed our lights, only left the house to get whatever food we could find once a month, and lived a very simple life at home. It was just my mother, father, brother, and I. Neither of my parents worked, so we lived with what we could keep. As children, we had no problem with our life, because our parents loved us very much, family was everything to us. We were all we had, up until that day in June.

Object 1:suitcase I am helen waterford and my life was packed away in a blink of an eye, we were only allowed one suitcase. All our belongings had to be sold or taken unless you had someone who would take them. we had to take our suitcase and board

journey hoping to find your way back and exactly where you belong. I’m sure plenty of us have been through a road of lost direction. But, we keep moving forward hoping to find what we are

I was 16 years old and I had a life in Auschwitz, I had friends and I went to school, until one day my life was interrupted abruptly when my father got a promotion to become a general in the Nazi army. Naturally he accepted the position, and we moved into Poland. At the time that the Holocaust was happening, I did not understand what was going on or why we had to move. I could not comprehend why everyone hated these certain people so much.

Over the summer, I visited the Dachau concentration camp. My family paid for a guided tour, lead by a German who lived in the town of Dachau. Although, at the camp, we heard unbelievable facts; no jews died there, or people only died of natural causes. My mother and I stood there in disbelief,