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Determined: The Story of A Beautiful Jew. Chapter One.
Chapter One I ran quickly into the tiny tenement building that housed my family along with six others. My heart was racing wildly, I thought it would burst from my ...
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Determined: The Story of a Beautiful Jew. Chapter Two.
Chapter Two All thoughts were wiped from my head as my family and I wordlessly joined hands and walked out the door. Guns were not pointed at us, they knew ...
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Determined: The Story of a Beautiful Jew. Chapter Three.
Chapter Three The name rang in my head. I've never heard it before, but it carried the weight of importance. Auschwitz. Was this the place I was going to die? ...
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Faking It.
Hello, everyone. As I'm waiting for someone to review my third chapter for my other story, I thought I'd try writing some poetry. This is my first poem, so go ...
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Determined: The Story of a Beautiful Jew. Chapter Four.
Chapter Four My mother and I were alone in a sea of strangers. Strangers they were, but somehow I considered them all my family. My kind. We all had two ...
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Taste Of My Enemy. Chapter One.
God, look at him. Kayla thought as she stared out of her window at the boy who lived next door to her. He truly is a disgusting person. She watched ...
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Taste Of My Enemy. Chapter Two.
I felt the weight of him press me down on his bed, and I looked up at his flawless face. He had a wild look in his eyes, almost as ...
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Taste Of My Enemy. Chapter Three.
It was unbelievable. That whole day images ran through my head of Patrick and that girl. I imagined all sorts of scenarios. Has he done this before? I also put ...
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Taste Of My Enemy. Chapter Four.
I awoke an hour later, confused and still tired. I dragged myself unwillingly out of bed, hating how tired I was. It felt as if every muscle in my body ...
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Prologue
Moans and cries of agony escaped my lips as despair and anguish washed over me like an oncoming tidal wave. Misery hung in the air around me, but I was ...
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Prologue
Note: Leave feedback, because I'm not sure if I'm gonna continue this story :]Prologue - Isabelle's Point Of View Moans and cries of agony escaped my lips as despair and ...
