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***This is NOT a true story***

October 1500

Dear Diary,

Today was Father's funeral and Mother bought me this diary to "help with the emotion" she said. He was killed by the Black Death two days ago, and Ma said to keep away from him. I know I should feel sad and mournful, but for once I feel a glimmer of hope. The gravestone was a polished stone with Adam Marks written clearly in black, and a small messagefrom us beneath. His coffin was a dark piece of horror, and I cried as it was lowered, but now, not that he is gone, I feel relief. I know i shouldn't, and I don't know why I do. Maybe it is the fact that I have a less likely chance to catch the horrible plague, but maybe it is the feeling that I am free from pressure.

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