Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt: In Hiding
We have started learning about Anne Frank in class and have begun to realise how difficult her life must have been, hiding in the Annexe to avoid the Nazis who were occupying The Netherlands at the time. How will you interpret this week’s prompt?
Miss T
Dear diary
My name is Tom. This is about me hiding in the war. It was terrible knowing that bombs were being drop somewhere on top of you that is why me and my mother never went to our house in till the blitz ended. I was about 13 when the war started and my dad was already dead so mum didn’t want to lose me to. The underground were I lived was the worst thing in the world. You slept with rats, mice and big big spiders, but if my mother hadn’t kept m safe I would be dead.
IN HIDING
I was thirteen years old at the time.
As I rounded the corner there were three soldiers pointing their rifles at my mother.
‘CRACK’.
My world emptied.
Betty grabbed my hand. “Follow me!”
As we rushed through the streets she sobbed.
The same thing had happened to her sister Eva.
“Don’t worry, my mother will look after you.” Betty cried.
I didn’t leave that house for many years.
Betty and I shared a small cupboard with the cat I named Angelica, after my dear mum.
It was a very long war.
We are now happily living in London
In Hiding
There is an annexe.
There is a family
There is a worry
There is a house
There is some fear
There is some money
Waiting to be spent
There is a girl
There is a sister
There is a mother
There is a father
There is another family
There is an argument
Which goes on and on
There is a Nazi
There is a camp
There is death awaiting
There is Anne Frank
Her mother and father
There is her sister
There is the family
The one that argues
There is the woman
There is the money
Hiding
Day 1.
I awoke.Everyone was as still as a rock. no one said a word incase the people downstairs could hear us.I could hear the distant muttering and gossip and I could smell the cigars from the cracks of the floorboards.As I walked into the dining room for dinner my mothers face was as pale as a ghost.It was probably because all those jews went missing.Everyone was settled except her and it made my father more worried.But, everyone sat around the table and ate are dinner quietly. Nothing was the same.it never will.
It was a dark day, raining harder as thunder struck. I was only nine, so I didn’t know anything except that my mother and father said that we have to leave our home and take as much on you and in your bag.
We arrived.
I was holding my mothers hand as we walked into the double doors of the brick house. It looked like it was falling apart but then they came out of nowhere, wearing helmets and army suits. Mother told me to run. I was hiding behind a wall inside a barrel but, where was my family?
Dear Kitty,
Life so far has been hard living in the annexe. We have to stay silent from early till 5 O’clock pm. What if somebody is loud? The Nazis shall find us and I daren’t wonder what will happen next.
Margot has been ever so nice ,but the other family behave awfully. The boy won’t even speak to me. We had to make curtains so that nobody could look in and see us in hiding.Our hiding place is tucked away behind a small cupboard. It is very squashed ,but at least we can stand up and move around. I am rather lucky if I’d say so myself.
Yours,
Anne
It was 1940 when we went into hiding, or something like that, I lost track of time as soon as we got there. My whole life had been ruined in a day, it felt like a dream, but it was reality. Every day was torture. We had to be silent or the Fuhrer would come. That’s what I was told anyway. The cramped attic was all we had now. The beds practically on top of each other. We had to rely on our friends to bring us food. All for one reason, because of our beliefs, because we are Jews.
It was 1941 when it happened. I was in my room looking out the window. German soldiers patrolled the streets their rifles poised, ready for a fight. When they turned the corner a scared looking Jewish family crossed the road they were pale and malnourished with a girl who looked about thirteen and a boy who looked six they scurried into a uninhabited building and shut the door behind them. They were in hiding. I ran out of the house and caught the attention of the German soldiers and i told them everything minutes later the family came out with guns at the heads and tears running down there cheeks. I never saw them again
IN HIDING
Two Nazi SS officers searched around the barn. They were joined by three standard German soldiers. George, a British soldier, hid at the top of the barn. His rifle had no ammunition and he was hiding. George heard the German conversations outside. The people were walking inside the barn, their rifles at the ready. They stabbed the piles of hay with their bayonets and struggled to get them out. George was very quiet and breathed softly. The SS officers were coming to the top where George was. The pair got to the top. His hands went up. It was over.
My heart pounded against my chest as the bombs rained down. I sat huddled in the corner of our Anderson shelter. It was cold and rainy outside. Rufus, my dog, howled at the door. I’m sure he was praying for the bombs to stop as much as I was. The floor shifted as a huge explosion shook the shelter. When the all-clear sounded, I stumbled out, the sun in my eyes, to find our neighbours house blown flat. There was no damage done to our house – apart from shattered windows. Thank goodness the neighbours had left London a week ago.
Hiding in the dark!
Dear diary,
I am running away in the darkness. We are running away from the
Nazi. We are running for our lives. If they catch us we will
Certainly die. We are living in a secret room upstairs from an
Office space. I live with two families. My family and another family
Called Van Pels. There is also another man called Fritz Pfeffer.
Every day I could hear the church bell ringing. I have to be quiet
Every day because people work downstairs. On the weekends we
Can move around more because there is nobody here.
In Hiding
Dearest Kitty,
I’m incredibly infuriated,
I am not allowed to write any letters in this dank hiding place, yet my roommate is… ☹ if I were to write any scribble like his, I would write…
To Pim,
Having bombs dropped on our heads was quite enough – but do I really have to put up with this?
It’s cramped enough as it is, so do we really have to stay here? I mean, were practically a target for the bombers, and what about the new owner? Might he tell the Nazis if he found us here hiding?
Yours Anne
In Hiding
Dear Diary August 26th 1942
I am a Jew that needs to hide. I do not want to get sent to the camps. My friend Anne Frank is letting me and my family stay in their hidden attic for a while but after a few weeks we need to get moving.
Dear Diary September 23rd 1942
We left Anne’s, we might never see each other again. We left in the middle of the night so it would be easier to get away unseen. My head is filled with questions.
Dear Diary September 30th 1942
I hear guns firing-I think this is the end. Will I ever stop running?
“They’re here”
“Shhhh. Keep quiet or they will hear us!”
“How long do we have to stay quiet?”
“About two and a half hours.”
“WHAT?!”
“SSSHHH!”
“They’re close… They’re actually coming…”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Quiet now, please. You two are being too noisy. Someone will hear us.”
Thud, thud, thud, thud…
“Someone’s coming!”
Thud, thud, thud, thud…
“It’s getting closer.”
“This is all your fault!”
“No, it’s your fault.”
“Just stop fighting…”
Thud, thud, thud, thud…
“What if they find us?”
“Are we going to die?”
“Maybe.”
Thud, thud, thud, thud…
Creeaaak…
“You’ve been discovered and now you will die!”
I was the only person of my family that survived the war,just 5
years old. On the 6th of January my father told us because we were Jews we would have to leave Germany and hide somewhere. When we had arrived to our new hiding place in England we were scared they would find out we’re German.
We lived a good year in England until that awful night. I was being shaken awake by my friends mother (I was at a sleep over) when she told me a bomb had fallen on my families shelter,I was alone and an orphan!