You're Not Welcome Here
Three quick, authoritative knocks follow the intimidating sounds of footsteps reaching the door. As my mind quickly winds into a frenzy, I stomp twice on the…
Holocaust
My class finished with World War 2 a couple weeks ago, but it's still in my mind. One part of it is the Holocaust. It's really terrible, thinking about all the lives lost then. So the challenge is to write a story about the Holocaust. It could be about someone living in the camps, or it could just breifly mentioned. But it has to show up in the story somehow. Good luck.
Challengers
12 entriesShoah
I opened the curtains and tried to contain my anger. I saw all the other kids grudgingly walking to school, not realizing how lucky they were. I wasn’t allowed…
The Horrow that Awaits Us All
They came for us in the morning. They wrenched open the thin flaps on our tent and herded us out at gunpoint. Nearly 20 of us stumbled out of that tiny hell…
Holocaust
“Where are they going?” whispered Daisy “I don’t know, just keep quiet so they don’t hear us, and get away from that window! ” I whispered harshly. We were in…
Days Before The End (Re Write)
Annie was woken abruptly to the sounds of engines soaring past the camp. Annie would look out into the night and watch as the German planes fly past her…
Guard Duty
Every time I caught a whiff of the camp, every time I glanced at one of the skeletons walking around the yards, and every time they threw another bag of bones…
Silence
All day, we sit in nervous silence, hands shaking around our teacups, praying that no shuffling of feet came from the attic. Our new tennants generally tiptoed…
Death of an Undesirable
It’s been three weeks since we have been brought to the camp. All I think is, there’s not enough. There’s not enough room, as the barracks are tiny and…
Otto's Story
“Which one!” growled the husky German soldier. The mother answered him with a simple point of a finger, directed at Otto. The nazi smiled and threw the mother…
Dear Ficly
Dear Ficly, I’ve only just come back to this site. I saw this challenge and thought it would be easy. After all, I’ve written about the holocaust before. It…
Lesson
I remember sitting in Babcia’s kitchen (babcia is Polish for “grandmother”, so that’s how we address her). I was in eighth grade at the time. Our teacher…
"Bedroom"
Stepping into my bedroom, I had no idea what awaited me. In the end, it proved not to be a bedroom at all. The most horrible stench you can imagine- no, beyond…