The Holocaust: A Short Story

She had discovered the power of words and it felt so exhilarating! She wrote and explored her new found creative love with passion until the door flew open and Miss Muller and Miss Margot rushed in beaming, "We're heard that the war will soon be over and everyone will be freed." Willy jumped up into the air and twirled and then ran over laughing and hugged the ladies. Joseph who was still feeling rather ill sat and clapped his hands and coughed twice. And Anna smiled happily dropped her pen and paper and declared, "I can't believe that we had survived in your basement for so long. It will be such a pleasure to feel the sunshine on my shoulders again." then she stood up and began to twirl around, and around. Midway through her third twirl a violently tremor tossed her to the floor. Then there was another shake and a loud crash as a squad of German soldiers kicked in the front door. Once the soldiers were in they marched around their blacks boots making a click clock sound on the wood floors as they searching. Everyone held their breath and listened as the soldiers opened squeaky doors and then slamming them shut, door after door until finally they entered into the tiny room where the group five was huddled together. Four were on their feet and other remained seated. The tall SS officer who was in charge smiled at the them and mocked, "We're making merriment yes?" Then he pointed to them squinting his small devious blue eyes and demanded, "What's your names?" Everyone gave their name and he frowned at Joseph and through clenched teeth snickered, "You let's go." Miss Margot ran over and stood in front of Joseph and cried, "No, not him, he has hasn't done anything!" One of the soldiers yelled, "Be quiet and get out the way old lady their only being taken a labor camp. Then he knocked her to the floor with the butt of his gun. Willy gasped for air and Anna dashed over to help her up. The officer smirked with

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.

“Sort through the clothing; valuables in one pile, rags in another. Keep anything for yourselves and I’ll kill you myself” the Nazi barked. Although I wouldn’t call my job enjoyable, I was able to avoid the wrath of the Nazi’s, for I couldn’t mess too much up, if I got cold, I could dig my arms into the piles of clothes, but my favorite part was working with Josef, my work companion. One day, Josef found a piece of bread in a coat pocket, and he quickly ate it, but not quick enough, for a Nazi soldier shoved his foot on the small of his back, pushing him to the ground. “Did you not know how to listen?” the Nazi shouted “I said I’d kill you myself, and that’s exactly what I’ll do” A shot rattled through the air, but his words rattled me. “I said I’ll kill you. I said I’ll kill you. I said I’ll kill

Peter L. Fischl, writer of “To the Little Polish Boy Standing With His Hands Up” introduces a young boy calmly and bravely facing his death as the Nazis point their terrorizing guns. He has a similar tone of acceptance of the truth and prevention of another major event like this. He uses figurative language, anger, repetition, and capitalization to intrigue the reader and guide them into the deeper meaning he has hidden in his strong purpose.

We then walked into the silent street. I gripped Catherine’s hand tightly with fear of the Nazis. We were in Hamburg, Germany, many Nazis surrounded us. We followed orders from a stern man, I could not see his face but I knew that we had to obey him. There

I tried to get up, but my leg had been injured. I screamed so loudly, I thought they could hear me from miles across the battlefield. I was suddenly confused; I was caged between four plain, bare grey walls made of concrete. There, in front of me, were thick, steel grey bars that meant I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t tell what time it was because my watch was busted. I looked at the clock on the wall. My vision blurred; however, I had noticed the writing on the wall. It was in an unfamiliar language. I think it was English, but I wasn’t sure. From a distance, I heard a British soldier coming closer and closer. He yelled at me, but the only words I could understand were “Get out!” I followed silently, until I was outside. I soon realized I was in a British work

Adolf Hitler, leader of the Nazi party, believed the Aryan race was the superior race. Nazis created a group of people called asocials that consisted of people they believed to be problematic. Although Jew were the main victims of the Holocaust, they were not the only victims. Physically and mentally disabled people, homosexuals, and Roma were also victims of the Holocaust.

"Wounds." Static chuckle at Holocaust' comment, "I think that I got you lock up the last time as I shocked you, dude". Holocaust started to get upset as his fists were on fire now and said, "Shut up and show that you're a man! FIGHT ME.".

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

Hanukkah, they hear a crash below and immediately think it’s the Nazis coming to turn them in. When this happens, Mrs. Van Daan hysterically says, “I know it’s

“SELIK! Come here immediately my boy!”, my unit leader Kuhlbert shouts. I race closer to his screams attempting to seek him out. As I make my way through the now unrecognisable city of Berlin, my gaze becomes fixed on the beauties before me. Blankets of glass, rubbish and ash cover the streets. The fire of dozens of

I wake up to find six sets of eyes staring at me, the little girl from before smiles at

“We need to go now!” said my mother, I knew we had to go but it was way sooner than expected. “We will be there for a short while” my father said but we knew that, that wasn’t the case. It had been my biggest fear come to life. Everyone seemed to be frozen in fear. “They’re coming!” said a women in the distance. It had been the start of the Nazi party.

It was 1933. The Nazi’s took Mazur and his family. Without question, they were forced to go. Mazur became angry, he asked “where are you taking us, I refuse to go with you guys without information on to where you are taking us!” The soldier hit Mazur in the head with the back of his gun. “You don’t need to know, just don’t get your hopes up.” The soldier exclaimed with a nasty, evil smile.