Anne Frank

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
It was a short story in the point of view of Anne Frank.

Submitted: January 02, 2012

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Submitted: January 02, 2012



What am I to do? The Germans have invaded and found us. It is too late to turn back now. We are nowhere near to freedom. Do I pray? It seems useless now. We must look ahead and try to survive. Crammed in our cold cells, I hear the dark empty screams of the prisoners murdered by the Angeles of Death waiting to take our souls one by one. The skies once blue, now dark with hatred and misery. Hearts once filled with love and hope now filled with sadness weighing them down with every step towards survival. Lonely spirits fill the empty fields still looking for a way out. Prisoners walk by with death and fear written on their foreheads.  What have we done so cruel to this world to receive such punishment. The days grow longer and more frigid. Hours seem like days and days seem like years. Everyone looks the same now. Men, women, and children push their ways to their loved ones as they are separated in the night. We all look like zombies come back to life. Life. Where has it gone? It was taken away by the Demons among us, only to spare for themselves. Secrets spill out of their mouths like food from a baby’s mouth. Evil laughter fills the air like a thick fog on a winter’s morning. Do we run? No. Do we hide?  Too late. What are we to do?


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