gen·o·cide/ˈjenəˌsīd/ noun the deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation. For years, Americans have been telling themselves a threat was upon them. Ever since terrorist attacks rose here and there, citizens have been on edge and ready to strike back, but they began settling down and shoving off their gut instincts. Then the bombs hit. Jack was working towards his American citizenship one day at a time after moving in with Mark and deciding he could live out his life there with him. While Jack held onto his green card, Mark was helping every way he could, helping Jack study for the test he'd have to take and pass in order to get his citizenship in a few years. Needless to say it was exciting for the friends, who were also edging towards something more. Then the bombs hit. [Cover art is not my own] [Somewhat AU - Contains violence, gore, harsh language.]

- this was an assignment for my English class that I wished to share - Peter Van Daan was another person that Anne Frank lodged with while in hiding, along with his parents, Anne's Parents, Anne's sister, and eventually another man by the name of Dussel. These were code names, and I used the names Anne used in her diary as well. This was an assignment for my English class that I decided to share, nothing more.

Just a poem that I was inspired to write. It's about a Jewish girl who was born in 1930, who is growing up in the Holocaust. One poem for every year, which is why it's called Year By Year. THIS IS FICTION!!!

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Have you ever wondered what would have happened if Anne Frank and Peter Van Pels survived the Holocaust ? See what might have happened if they returned back to Amsterdam. Enjoy !!! -Joy

What if Anne and Peter had lived? Would they become something more or not? Sneak Peek. Anne's POV April 15, 1945. I feel awful sick because of Typhus I can hardly move anymore I don't think I'll be able to survive. I heard the door swing open. "We are being liberated!" Hanneli Goslar yelled. I tried to get up but fell to the ground. I was being picked up suddenly and carried to a train. Finally, I thought