Dear Diary ♥

     Monday, March 7th, 2016.
Dear Diary,
     Between last Friday and today, my English/literature class watched a documentary called "I'm Still Here" (creepy title, ikr), reading the diaries of Jewish Holocaust teenagers, whether they survived it or not. We were told to take a couple notes on each person, so we remember who they were, and what they were like. It was very interesting to see how each person lived their lives, and what they wrote about in comparison to others. I thought I'd talk about a couple of them, if not all (they inspired me a lot!)
     The first boy's name is Klaus. He wrote a lot about the segregation of Jews and many other people. He also gives details about Kristallnacht, the night of the broken glass. For those who don't know, on November 9th and 10th, 1938, Nazi storm troopers (no, not like Star Wars) went through towns and murdered Jews in their own homes or workplaces. They also boycotted Jewish stores by breaking the glass windows, and burned down synagogues (places of Jewish worship). Klaus finally talks about the time when his parents got arrested, and how his family departed.
     The next person who talks is Peter. He dedicated his diary to his parents, and seems to have a very hopeful tone in his writing. He mentions that he was baptized as a Catholic but still considered a Jew, so he went into hiding and wrote to his parents every day. Suddenly, his parents stopped writing. In the end, Peter escaped a tragic death.
     Now, we hear Elisabeth. For being a girl, I found that she was very defiant and courageous. She states that she's not afraid of the war and bombings. She calls the whole situation "unfair". She lost her mother when travelling, but then found her. She warns the reader of how cruel the Germans are.
     Next, Dawid's diary is read. Yes, his name is correctly spelled, for those wondering. At the beginning of his diary, he explained that watching soldiers pass through his village was fun, but he later finds out how evil they were, causing him to live in fear, along with the rest of the town. He also reports news around him, especially of people dying for no reason.
     This diary entry is getting awfully long, I'll pick up where we left off tomorrow.
~Mercedes

Suddenly... [A Short Story Based on a Prompt] ♥

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     Before I begin, I'd like to tell you a little bit about this weeks assignment. We were assigned to find an interesting picture and write anything you'd like about it. I chose the one above. If you enjoy writing, I encourage you to visit this website and try it out yourself! Anyways, here we go!

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     Driving is terrible. It really is. I despise it with a strong passion. Today is a particularly horrid day to be driving, as well. It's 8:00 AM, the sky has just stopped pouring it's heavy tears onto the barren ground. Stick your nose out, and you smell the stench of damp and dank wood. The road is slippery - one wrong move could send someone spiraling off. One needs to devote all of their attention to the scenery in front of them, just in order to survive the gruesome task that is indeed, driving. 

     What is this! I got distracted, and some jerk in a truck carrying lumber cut me off! That jerk! I started off in a bad mood, but this guy passed the drawn line!

     Abandoning all principles of safety, and slammed on the acceleration pedal. My mind went blank and focused on the path in front of me. I was going to teach this guy a lesson. I kept getting closer.

     150 yards.

     100 yards.

     50 yards.

     50 feet.

     At 30 feet, I slammed on the brakes. So much angst and rage swept over me that I hadn't realized some of the wooden logs from the truck had fallen off and were hurling towards me. The brakes didn't help, nor did the slippery road. I braced myself for the worst.

     Then I woke up.