The Story Of The Holocaust : A Short Story

“Ssshhhh we need to stay as quiet as possible”, Jake said whispering under his breath then they continued there the cold icy air until they met the mouth of a pitch dark forest full of dead trees.

All the kids knew what happened to Jack. They were all somber until they saw land. Then everyone

Anxiety washed over the poor boy. It was dark, darker than Zerdek had ever know. With each second that passed, a low mumble could be heard from the corner. Something or someone else was here with him. Wherever here was. He shut his eyes thinking about the light. Thinking about anything that would make it seem like he was back at home. Home. He tried to remember the faces. He tried to remember each of the tree top building. Yet it was a blur. Everything that had happen with-in the last few hours, day, months was a giant blur from him. He had no concept of time. A click came from afar, as light came barreling in. Zerdek let out a low growl as he covered his eyes, unable to adjust to the light quickly enough. Arms reached out and pulled to two

Carrying Chaim close to her body, and fearfully looking around, she ran home, the first place she could think of. For the first few minutes, her husband, Victor was relieved to see her alive; his moods changed drastically when he realized the danger they will face with Chaim at home.

I stop at the edge of the clearing and look at her for a moment. "I'll be back," I repeat, trusting that they'll just take my word for it. They nod and go back to eating and talking. I walk through the darkening forest, leaves crunching with barely a sound under my boots, ferns, bushes, and low branches brushing my clothes and face. I act as a silent shadow moving through the trees until I reach the tree-line.

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

They realized he didn’t the day he took them out into the woods. Hansel wanted to do the whole Boy Scout thing and take a water bottle and a pile of other stuff, but their dad said they wouldn’t need it. It’d only be a short walk.

Then the first plane came in close, too close. The next thing we knew there was a huge ball of smoke and ash coming from the first tower. The first plane had hit! We had no idea what to do, so we just watched.

“We were bombing Hamburg, Germany, that day. Didn’t have any fighter opposition, but we were hit with flak at 27,000 feet. The hit set the plane on fire. There was a hole in the wing I could have crawled through.” recalled Leonard Kessinger during an early 1990’s interview for the Dailey Telegraph in Princeton W.V.

but in this case Jack seemed to ruin the

The sounds of the birds was unpleasant, it was endless cries and screeches. As I looked around, I realized that I was just in a plane crash in the middle of the Amazon jungle. Immediately a panicking thought was in my head, Dakota, Mark, Leo, where are you!. A small voice came from the other side of the plane wreck, it was Leo and Mark, “ where’s Dakota, Mark had a horrid look on his face, “I- I don’t know I thought he was with you or something” “ look!” said Leo he’s over there, “ what where” said Mark and Trent under the that sheet of metal, they swiftly went over and pulled him out under the metal. “Hi guys you found me”, “of course we did said Leo, can you stand up through”, “yes just grab my arm”. They slowly lifted him up. “ now what? Said Mark”, Grape all the supplies we you can said Trent”. As they moved around picking anything they could use, they all dropped the items into a pile. Duct Tape, a hunting knife kit, a fire starter, little food, and a flare gun. “Come on we need to get moving, if you want to get help” said

Quietly, they walked towards the sound. They came up on an old hollowed out tree, peeked in the hole and there was Brodie. Curled up and crying.

The parents sent the kids to other countries so they could be safe and 100 Jewish kids and more

Orderly. Sent letter card home. Card to Elsa and Mary. One or two aeroplanes passed over which we fired at, the shots going very near.

She ran to the middle of whatever was still standing in her house and started to cry. She got on her knees and thought that everything that was once hers was gone in an instant. She cried and cried, until she found no more use. Then, once her eyes started to clear up, she spotted something.