Writing Prompts For The Strange

Creative Writing; Auschwitz

December 12, 1940
Dear Diary,

Today me, my brother Evan, my ma Sarah, and grandma just got moved to a place called the ghetto. I don't know what it is or where it's at, but the Nazis said we could bring one suitcase with that doesn't go over the 20 pound limit. My little brother is crying because he has to leave all his toys behind and ma is trying to calm him down some. Well my grams is in deep thought about something, but I didn't know what it was, and every time I asked she would just say, "You will know in due time my child.". I didn't really understand what it meant so I went back to packing things that were important.
                                                  
-Jonathan

May 24, 1941
Dear Diary,

    My family and me have lived in the ghetto for a year now and I hate it. They never give you enough food and when they do it's almost always moldy, and most people here don't have running water. My little brother cried almost every night when we first got here, so ma had to stay up real late to help him fall asleep most the time. It's cold in the winter with little heat to keep us warm and alive. I hear people screaming for their parents, or children every night. At least 1-3 people die a day to disease, starvation, or the Nazis killing them. The worst part about it is that grams died two days ago to typhus because they shove so many people into such tiny places.
-Jonathan

November 7, 1943
Dear Diary,

    Today my family got moved to an even smaller ghetto closer to a place called Auschwitz. I don't know what it is, but every one that hears the name has fear written on there face. So I guess it's a bad place to go to, so I hope my family isn't sent there too. My brother got sick last night and i'm worried he's going to die just like gram's did I don't want to lose an more of my family it hurts, it hurts so much to lose people you love.

-Jonathan

November 8, 1944
Dear Diary,

    It turns out Evan will pull thru it was just a fever and an upset stomach. I was walking around the ghetto looking for food or even some clean water when I saw the Nazis pushing and shoving people into a box cart. I was scared so I ran back to ma and told her what happened she just bowed her head and prayed so I did the same thing, but I didn't know what for.

-Jonathan

December 17, 1944
Dear Diary,

    Today is my birthday im turning 14, but little brother Evan didn't make it what we thought was a fever was actually typhus. It developed slowly over time so on November 28, 1944 my 7 year old brother died. My ma finally said I was old enough to know why we were moved to the ghetto, why Nazis treated us like animals, and what they did to people in Auschwitz. I was so scared that I finally understand what grams meant when she said I would know in due time, why ma prayed every night after the story I told her.

-Jonathan

December 21, 1944
Dear Diary,

    Today is the day we get sent to Auschwitz I was waiting in line to get shoved into a box cart they said we could keep are things, but I felt like that was a lie. A family with two little girls were in front of us they were both happy not knowing what was going to happen to them, but I knew. Well i'm going in the cart now I'll write again when I get off at Auschwitz.

-Jonathan

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I mean no harm with this story it was a school project. To try and imagine and write the story of a person we see in a picture of the time. To get a better feel on how they might have felt and things they may have seen.