The Horror of the Past

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short story from a Jewish child during the 1940s in the concentration camp Auschwitz, Poland.

The smell of burning flesh lingered in the air. The ovens must be busy, I thought to myself. Being a 14 year old Jewish girl in Nazi-Occupied Poland is extreamly difficult, and I hate to imagine how hard it is for the little kids, especially the babies. Most of the little ones don't even know why we are being put through this misery, and they shouldn't. If they knew the truth, they would probably lose faith in life like all the other ones. I, myself, know why, and who the evil man behind all this is. Adolf Hitler is trying to exterminate all the Jews in the world. I pray everyday that he fails and gets prosecuted for his evil deeds. Him and all his S.S soldiers, too. Every single one.

I watched a walking skeleton of a woman walk past with sorrowful eyes.  She reminded me of my mother, but sadly, I knew it wasn't her. My mother was shot right in front of me because she refused to do the manual labor that we are forced to do everyday. I was only 12 when it happened. I've been in this miserable place for 2 years now. Truely, I don't know how I still survive. Everyone who has been in here for over a year usually died of typhus, noma, starvation, gas, fire, or simply shot. It was terrible in here. The smell of the zyklon b, burning flesh, and menstrual blood were always in the air, all year around.

The last of my stomach rumbled in hunger. I wished silently to myself that our daily peice of stale bread and sip of water would come soon. That or a miricale of a liberation. Everyone in here was starving. That was the German's purpose. To kill all of us somehow. Everyone who wasn't blonde, blue eyed, Christain, or German had to die. Already two-thirds of the Jewish population were dead. Sadly, my mother and little sister were part of that population, and probably my father, too. I probably was the only Sahl left. Lailie Shal.

 "Nächste  Gruppe!* " a evil S.S soldier shouted, shoving me into a crowd of people. We solomly marched with our heads down into the air tight room. I heard the door slam shut with force. There was a plink of the Zyklon B pelet hitting the ground. The chemicals in the pelet changed into a poisoness gas and filled the room. I took a big inhale to get it all over with. Now, no more of the Sahl faimly lingures on this evil Earth.

 

End


Submitted: April 09, 2012

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Cookie3

Thank you! I've been researching the topic alot and tried to make it as visual as possible, so I hope I did good on that! Thanks!

Tue, April 10th, 2012 12:16am

Cookie3

Thabks, you coconut... Imma read your irst cchapter asap, ill let you in on that...

Sat, April 21st, 2012 1:32pm

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