In the earlier part of the twentieth century, life is difficult living in the Soviet Union. Everyday, citizens must overcome starvation and extreme poverty. Yet still, their situation becomes even more dire with the German invasion into the Soviet Union, causing tens of millions of deaths. In my story, The Winter, this struggle is viewed through the eyes of a young girl named Katyusha. The story begins in the early spring of 1939, with Katyusha as optimistic as can be, despite her poverty and lack of food. Living in a small, isolated village, she barely sees what the outside world is really like. Slowly, Katyusha becomes more interconnected with with the rest of the world, especially after the start of the second world war. After the German invasion of the Soviet Union in 1941, Katyusha's life starts to go downhill. She must deal with immense loss and depression while struggling each day just for survival. While constantly attempting to avoid the German army, she must also discover what meaning of life still exists. While evading capture and escape deeper and deeper into the Soviet Union, Katyusha discovers more about her nation, its people, its culture, and even more about herself. In a twist, the story takes place in an alternate timeline where the German invasion is slightly more successful than how it historically was. I wrote this story to focus on character development, to show how a young, happy, and innocent girl changes when faced with the horrors of war. Now, go along, and relive Katyusha's story through her own eyes.
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The tall tale of the later hardships faced by "the gifted child". As Russia ages, he finds his life dulling because he has nothing to live for. He had already succeeded in so much that his life loses purpose. One fateful day he unexpectedly befriends America who understands exactly how he is feeling. He persuades Russia to partake in deadly events with him to help him feel excitement again. Intelligently gifted depressed psychopaths should never become addicted to danger... or become besties.
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America glances back over to me with a menacing grin plastered onto his face. He laughs and its echo haunts my ears. "I don't think I'm insane; surely my entire situation is understandable. If it weren't, I would've been put into that asylum when I was younger."
I stare into his doe mismatched colored eyes. What the hell did I get myself into? "America, you are insane." I repeat. I was truly at a loss for words and had conflicting emotions. Crossing the street blindfolded was the last thing I had expected him to try. And yet, I was even more disturbed at how much I wanted to try it for myself...
"And so are you, Russia." he says chillingly as if he had a key to my gated mind. "We are not so different and you know it. You are not normal; you revealed that to me in your past. Our horrible childhoods molded us into what we are today. "
"I'm not fucking crazy." I tell him, "I find hobbies to feel alive- not to try to kill myself!"
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**Not the story you will be expecting**
⚠️ Warning: This is a fictional novel, so please don't attempt or copy anything life threatening that these characters do, thanks TuT 💗
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- Yes, there are many allusions to famous works of literature because I am an obsessed fanatic for them!! Also I included a shit ton of symbolism and foreshadowing. So be on the look out for everything! ✨ ;)