As The Yellow Storm Approaches
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  • Reads 55
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 23m
Ongoing, First published Apr 21, 2015
"August 18, 1793,

This heat is killing me. But I am so cold. My body shivers as if I had just run out in the snow barefoot, but I sweat as if I just ran with a herd of wild horses. My hands were shakey as I lifted them up to inspect them. My skin looked deathly pale, and—just as I thought—a tint of yellow. The sweat rolled down my face, making the tears coming from my eyes look natural. But I knew they weren't. 

Why is she crying, you may ask? Well I would ask myself the same thing, if I hadn't already known the answer.

The fever. It got me. The Yellow Fever.

I'm dying... I'm"



This is a project for history, actually. It is about the Yellow Fever epidemic that went around the US in 1793. It will be from the vantage points of many different people. People that had it, people that have it, and people who don't. Please enjoy!
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