Well, I suppose instead of sleep walking last night, I slept wrote.
I woke up the next morning with a pen in my bed, and a one page story that I have no recollection of writing. So, I thought I'd share what I wrote with ya'll.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? I can still hear my baby cry for help every single wretched night that I have managed to stay alive. They took him from me three weeks ago. I know not if he is alive or dead.
I know my purpose here. I am meant to die with the others. And today is the day.
They have cut my hair and stripped me of my clothes, shoes, dignity; my life. The others keep telling themselves they are apart of an experiment and everything is going to be okay.
I know the truth.
BANG. Another one has unsuccessfully escaped. I dare not look, for I have too many horrific images burned in my memory; my heart.
The others pile in one by one. Their screams are muffled by the door closing them in. Their reality has sunk in too late. The doors are re-opened as the scent of burning flesh dwells in my nostrils, and the screams are no more. The chamber is empty, hungry, ready to devour more.
"I'll always be in your heart", were my sister's last words before she walked into Hell. She is long gone.
My stomach is tossing and turning. There is no use trying to escape the monsters. It is too late. I know my purpose here. I am meant to die. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
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Okay, what late night horror flick about Nazi's did you watch???
This is kinda creepy!
Did you dream this Krissy? I can't imagine anything like this. Have you taken any Holocaust studies/WWII history classes? I remember when I took my Holocaust studies class, before I transferred to CBU; all the graphic lectures and discussions, reading the firsthand accounts in my textbooks, haunted my dreams for what seemed like weeks. This was creepy, but good (hope that's not too much of a contradiction).
Wow that was intense. Everyone else might think it was a creepy story, but I see it as a reminder from God. Maybe it was something he has put on your heart to reflect upon. The Holocaust is such an overlooked and sometimes denied tragic genocide in the history of humanity. Maybe your paper was a way to shed light and emotion on an event that lacked acknowledgement and empathy for those who endured it.
Very interesting. I wonder what made you write this. Are you planning on doing more with this story or will you leave it as is? It explores some really deep, raw emotions, so naturally, I love.
I think you should write more late-night stories! That was very good. It reminded me of the many holocaust books I've read. Hopefully you can expand on the story. I would love for the question, "My God why have you forsaken me" to be answered.
Hey girl that was a great story. You did that in your sleep? That's crazy.
Did you feel like a Nazi? lol
hahah i always get a kick out of reading your blogs, good job well writen
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