Entries of JUNE (2nd W.C)

[Chris]

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[Jemma *Dollie*]

Jemma
Loves heartache
Romance
689 words




I sighed as i watched the moon rise. My tears had dried but i felt like i could cry forever. How could he leave me without a goodbye? I looked over the bridge into the black ink that ran below.
So many memories on this stupid bridge but it was in so little time. My mother would say i was stupid to cry over someone who i hardly know but i fell in love.
I collapsed on the bridge as the memory of our first meeting hit me....

My fathers engagement to his new wife was news to all, every lord, duke and lady was here. Making my lovely home a place that i didn't want to be. This was my mothers house. I stomped off as soon as i saw Rose in my mothers best gown.
She had NO rights. I stomped to the bridge and threw bricks into the river. I was satisfied with each PLOP each one wishing that it was Rose.
"Gr. I HATE her!" i screamed
"i take it my lady is in a mood" came a deep voice
I turned to see a gentleman standing at the foot of the bridge, i was taken back by his unearthly handsome face. Dark eyes held my searching gaze. How my lord can one man like this be so intrested in me. I looked a tramp compared to him.
He held his head high and i noticed the small dimple on his right cheek. His black hair swept into a tidy ponytail. He was a man any lady would swoon over, and yet i was the one to capture his attention.

I wiped my tears away, i could not of possibly held his attention for him to leave without a goodbye.

"Is it such a warm night that i am presented with such a beautiful sight" came Daniel's voice.
I looked up and saw him standing at the bottom of the bridge. Just like the day i met him.
"Daniel is that really you?" i asked barely over a whisper
"Give me permission to come to you miss and i shall prove it"
"You need permission?" i asked
"I shall tell you all if i am allowed to come to you" he replied gently
"You may come" i whispered
He smiled and came towards me. His soft fingers brushed my cheek and tucked a stray hair behind my ear.
"I am a gaurdian angel, you have to give me permission because of the bond that stops me.. ... I did not mean to leave you"
"I understand know.... But if father finds you he will kill you.... He hates you"
"Isobel Jayne White...... I love you" he said
"And i love you Daniel" i replied.
The kiss was sweeter then anything, i had prayed for this moment since i had met him. I wanted more of him as i just couldn't get enough. I lived him so and i prayed he did love me.
"But i can not stay with you"
"Why?" i asked as the thought of losing him hit me
"Our love is wrong"
"so.... You going to leave me..... With loves heartbreak" i whisper a single tear rolls down my face.
"I have a plan so we can stay together.... But it is not peaceful" he whispered
I bit my lip and nodded, i would do anything to stay with him.


The next morning, Edward white had the urge to go outside for a walk. He followed the narrow stones to the bridge his past wife had built and stopped horror filling his heart as tears sprung to his eyes.
On the beloved bridge his daughter was upon covered in dark red blood. Her spirit had become an angel thanks to her mother who smiled at her daughters life. Yes she was gone but was in a place where here love was safe and not forbidden.

[Gauri]

Title: Jenny’s Unknown Past
Genre: Drama
Wordcount: 1501
Ratings: K
Summary: In a car accident, Jenny loses her memory. It becomes difficult for her to cope up with her own life .She thinks it’ll change when she finds her journal but that complicates her life even more. She finds out that her life was previously problematic and complex. When friends refuse to help her, Jenny has no option but to approach her enemy.


“Losing something is different than losing memory, mom!”, said Jenny ‘s sad voice. She became immensely emotional as she spoke to her mom. Not many days had passed after Jenny’s accident in which she had lost her memory.
Life for fifteen year old Jenny was difficult to imagine, difficult to cope up with her friends and family spoke to her several times a day trying their level best to bring back her memory. But Jenny was lost in an unknown world. Everyday was a challenge for her. She had lost hope.
As she was going through her cupboard in search of some old albums, she found something that she never expected; never imagined or thought of before. This is going to make my lost life a little easier, she thought. The smile which had deserted from her face earlier came back.
“Oh my God ! Why I never thought of this? , Jenny asked herself when she found her journal.
He heart was dancing with joy. Without wasting another moment, she curiously opened the first page of the journal. Her name had been designed on the light purple page. She observed her own handwriting carefully, feeling pleased that at last she had found something interesting. Her happiness was short-lived when she turned to the next page. She angrily turned to the following pages. Anger was boiling inside her. Her journal which she thought was going to help her, posed another mystery in front of her. The reason for her anger was- par of her journal was written in a code language which her mind was unable to understand. After calming down, she decided to find some clue. The day passed but jenny didn’t find anything. Frustratingly Jenny dialed a couple of numbers which she was told to be her friends. But they were of no use. Her friend Gena said-
“I knew you would find your journal soon, Jenny. But you lived a difficult left before .Its good you forgot the past. If possible burn the journal.” After listening to Gena, jenny didn’t utter a word but hung up.
While her other friend Foxy said-
“Forget about it. Its of no use.”, Foxy was also disappointing. Jenny was about to hung up when Foxy said,” I wish Chris was here to help you out.”
“Who’s he?”, Jenny hadn’t heard his name after the accident from anybody,
“Did anyone not tell you about him?” There was silence. ”He was your boyfriend.”
“Was? Did we break-up?” Jenny had thousand questions to ask.
“You’ll didn’t break-up. I can’t believe you don’t remember any of this! I’m telling you what you had told me earlier –You’ll loved each other very much but recently he disappeared. No one knows where he went. Since then you have been enemies with his twin sister Crystal.
“Why is this Crystal girl my enemy? She’s in our school?” the conversation sounded to jenny as if Foxy was telling her some movie story.
“I don’t know why you’ll dislike each other. You never told me. And yes Crystal is in our school. She is in our English class. I’ll show if you want.”
“Yeah that would be good. See you in school then. Bye. “
“Bye, Jen”
Even though her friends refused to help her regarding the journal, jenny spent the whole night in breaking the code. She searched for names like Chris and Crystal and fortunately she did find them but nothing more about them.
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“See jenny that’s Crystal.”, Foxy pointed to a girl going for English class. Crystal was kind of a reclusive person, Jenny thought. She looked quite normal, actually pretty and so she had a group of guys glaring at her.
“Okay, I’ll speak to her” Jenny hurried behind Crystal but Foxy stopped her and reminded Jenny-
“NO! You don’t say anything. I told you-You’ll are enemies. Hate each other. Remember?” Foxy explained Jenny’s past.
“Exactly ! Why?” Foxy had no answer. ”That’s what I want to know. I can’t remain like this forever, can I? No! “Jenny was really irritated not with Foxy but with her own self. Without uttering another word she went to Crystal and this time no one stopped her.
“Hey Crystal!”, Jenny said. Crystal heard a familiar voice and turned. She didn’t speak when she saw Jenny who wanted to ask million questions. Crystal made a face and said,” Whatever”
Crystal was in no mood to talk to or rather argue with Jenny. She turned again and made her way to the English class.
“Please stop. I really want to talk to you. Ah…you know about my accident?” ,this made Crystal turn again and face Jenny.
“Yes, I know. What do you want? I don’t have time to talk to you.” ,Crystal said rudely.
“I’ll come to the point. I don’t know you. I don’t know anyone including myself. So –“
“Okay! Stttoop that.”, Crystal yelled. Jenny saw the anger in her eyes. “Don’t tell me your sad story. Stop pretending. Get lost please. “
“I am already. Lost. And what do you mean pretending?”, Jenny spoke so loudly that she made the crowd around to stare at both of them. But both of them didn’t care.
“Yes, pretending. Maybe you had an accident, but you have not lost your memory. You haven’t, Miss Jenny! Just because you had so had problems in life, you decided to add spice to it to attract attention. Simpathy seeker.” Crystal taunted her.
Jenny just looked straight at Crystal’s face as she went on accusing her. Jenny‘s eyes were watery. She didn’t know that Crystal hated her so much.
“Can’t you just shut up and tell me where your brother is?”, Jenny yelled loudly.
“No, I will not!”, Crystal yelled even louder. Foxy thought it was her duty to stop Jenny and take her away, which she did .But at that moment Crystal stopped and said-
“Jenny, wait.”, she sounded as if it was hard for her to speak to Jenny. “Mail him. Today itself and he’ll reply back.”
“What?”, Jenny sounded confused. After a second she realized what Crystal was telling her. “Oh! Okay. Thanks.” There was a pause. “But where exactly is he?” Crystal didn’t answer “Okay don’t tell me. But could we meet tomorrow? I have many things to talk about. Please?”
“No!”, Crystal was back to her rudeness.
“Weekend?”, Jenny begged.
“No!” , Crystal said and Jenny was about to leave but Crystal said, ”Actually, I’m leaving the town today itself.
“Forever? I mean shifting somewhere?, Jenny was shocked. “Yep!”, Crystal was pleased to answer.
“Why?” , Jenny pleaded.
“Ah…You don’t need to know that.” Crystal said and disappeared in the crowd. Jenny stood there still like a stone.
“Forget her.” , Foxy explained. “Let us e-mail Chris.”
“Yeah, But who remembers the password. Not me!”, Jenny reminded . Foxy suggested to make a new e-mail address which they did very quickly and also bunked English class.
Jenny typed-
Hey! Chris, this is Jenny. I want to meet you and I’ve got plenty of things to tell you and ask you. Can we meet? Why are you not coming to school? Please don’t disappear like this. Do come back.
And then she pressed “send” button. The e-mail was gone. School was over but Jenny got no reply.
“Tell me when you get a reply.” ,Foxy had told her before heading to home.
Jenny went home. The evening passed quickly. She ate dinned and changed into her pajamas. As she was doing her homework, her cell beeped. She knew it would be Chris. The mail said-
Jenny, this is not Chris. Chris is murdered. I know who murdered him. And he also knew by whom he was murdered because it was an accident. I won’t tell you how it happened but he told me something before dying- “Don’t tell anyone who murdered me. Tell people that I disappeared somewhere. This is an accident. Please forgive my murderer” and he died. From that time I am hiding this from the world. But since you lost your memory, I’m reminding you- You are the murderer.

Jenny was shocked to read the mail. She threw her phone away. She leaned against the wall and started weeping. She couldn’t believe the mail. Foxy was inquiring several times if Chris had messaged back. Jenny was not sure if to tell Foxy about the mail. But at this moment she couldn’t feel like doing anything but crying which she did the whole night. And then she remembered that she had not seen something. She had not seen who had sent the mail. She got down from her bed to fetch her cell phone. She scrolled down and read the name. It was CRYSTAL.

[Rea]

Name: Rea
Title: Mihai
Genre: Fantasy (9)
Word count: 986
(Note: I wanted to get the speech translated into Romanian (so it would have been in Romanian first, followed by the English translation) but my Romanian friends are being hard to get hold of and I don't trust online translators considering my knowledge of the language is feeble at best. :( I feel like my story is unfinished, but oh well.)

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The familiar sound of the metal of the spade hitting wood rang out. At the unspoken signal, Alexei stopped, his eyes meeting mine. The unease in them was obvious, even in the dim, flickering light cast by Ioana’s lantern. I shared his nervousness, no happier to be standing in Mihai’s grave than he was.

He nodded, the movement so small that it could almost have been just a play of shadows cast by the candle’s flame and the light breeze. But I knew. Swallowing my reluctance, I reached down to pry the lid from the coffin.

We all sucked in our breath, desperately hoping against hope that we would find a decaying corpse housed snugly in the wooden box; hoping against hope that our eyes had deceived us when Mihai fell to the beasts. Alas, our hope was in vain, as we had already known it would be. The stark interior of the coffin did not house a corpse. It housed nothing at all: it was empty.

Alexei swore under his breath. Secretly I agreed with his sentiments, though I would never have voiced them aloud before the women. They wore disapproving looks but made no comment about such language being used on hallowed ground. The evidence before us was indisputable. The beasts, the stalkers of the night, had not allowed Mihai the quiet of death: they had brought him back to be one more player in their rule of night-time tyranny.

“We must find him.”

Ioana’s voice caught as she spoke, her words barely more than a whisper. Her eyes glistened in the feeble light: it could have been the glow of steely determination or the gleam of unshed tears. I suspected the latter. She caught me studying her and quickly pulled her bonnet further down over her face, casting it all in darkness. She obviously did not want her weakness to be seen. At a guess, she wanted to be as strong as me and Alexei… as strong as Mihai had been. Little did she know, Alexei and I were also quaking in our boots and fighting back tears.

“You do not have to stay, Ioana,” I told her as gently as I could. “We will understand if you choose to remain at home this one time.”

“But I do have to be here, Vladi, I do. He was my husband. Can you not see why I have to be here for this?”

Indeed I could. I knew that the new widow would never really be able to accept her loss until her loss really was a true loss, until Mihai was gone.

Alexei silently handed me a wooden stake from the sack at Claudia’s feet, his face full of grim determination. A strange feeling swept over me as I took the weapon. The light feel of it in my hand was familiar but the feeling it stirred in me was entirely foreign.

“He is not Mihai anymore, Vladi. We cannot lose sight of that fact.”

I knew Alexei’s words were true and yet it was still unspeakably difficult to reconcile them with fact. The thought that a monster had taken over my brother’s body enraged me but the realisation that I would have to kill that body made my blood run cold. It would keep his body, his memories, his voice and eyes and walk. But it would not be him.

A strangled yelp brought me back from my ruminations. Ioana’s lantern fell to the floor, the light snuffed out by the quick descent. An arm grabbed mine, hauling me from the hole we’d dug before I could get my bearings. Even though he had been with me in the grave, I tried to tell myself that it was Alexei, that fear had lent him the strength to lift me. But in the dull light of the moon I could just make out a shape on the ground that I already knew to be Alexei’s corpse. Something told me that Ioana and Claudia would also be lost. Realisation dawned that Mihai would have been waiting for us. I could not believe that any of us could have been so blinded to not have even considered the possibility.

I raised my stake in a last feeble attempt at protection. I knew it would be useless; without the others’ help I would never be able to stake on of these monsters. And yet, I had to at least try. If we were all gone, there would be no last line of defence to keep the monsters from the villagers. I had to protect them.

A small gust of wind tickled the sensitive hairs at the back of my neck. I whirled around, stake held at the ready. Despite all that I knew about these creatures, I was still unprepared for the shock of finding myself face to face with what appeared to be my brother. Only his eyes were different. It was a surreal experience, knowing that Mihai’s body stood before me but that it was not really Mihai. The creature gave me no time to dwell on this.

“They are dead.”

Its voice was devoid of all emotion. It sounded like Mihai’s voice but it held none of the warmth and joy that been so characteristic of Mihai in life.

“Why?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

“Only you know. Without you I am free. If I allowed you to live, you would hunt me. The choice is clear.”

His hands grasped my throat. I could see it in his unnaturally pale eyes that he meant to snap my neck. The stake clattered to the ground, forgotten. I scrabbled desperately at his hands, knowing already that it was useless. His skin was like a rock, there was no give to it. But I had to try something, however futile. I was not ready! I did not want to…

[Andrea]

Name: Andrea
Title: My Prophecy
Genre: historical fiction
Synopsis A diary was recovered, the dates take us back to world war two, where a soldier's daughter falls in love with a Jew
Word count: 1501

The remains of a diary were recovered. A girl’s diary. The dates start from 1939 to 1943, when she wrote her last entry, from the ones that could be recovered. The book was written in English, we assume, to protect the girl’s identity and any kind of statement that might get her arrested. The diary was found in burned ruins; only some entries could be retrieved. These are some of them…


December 6th, 1942

Things have gotten worse every day. Threatening letter against my family. People I used to know, gone from one day to another. Everywhere I look soldiers, shooting people in plain sight. And I think to myself, “Who is the monster behind this?” And I know it’s my vater. My own father. Killing people for a living, people who I used to know. Gone forever. It breaks my heart to say that I’ve learned to hate my own father.
But there is one person that’s still with me, he’s not gone, not yet. Abraham. The love of my life, my true half. And a Jew. Abraham makes me forget about my dad, the war, everything. Living in Germany right now, looking at all the massacres, it’s made me realize what I could loose. Abraham.
How could a soldier’s daughter date a Jew? It started way before the war, and now our love was stronger than ever. He lived in hiding and so did I, but the few times we had together were the best.
But I really couldn’t believe it when two days ago, he asked me to run away. He had family in America and we would be free from all chaos and persecution. I accepted. We would run the first chance we had. The boat would leave from France, it was a long run, but we could manage. At least I hope we could.
But what if we got caught. I knew the fate that awaited for Abraham. Death, torture, concentration camps. But what about me? Would my father spare my life? I believe he would. And if I begged for it, would he have the courage to kill his own daughter?
If something happened to Abraham, I hope he would.



March 18th, 1943

I was reading a book when my father got home. I always read books, it was a way to escape the sick world I was living in right now. But no more. We would leave within a week. And within a few months, we would be free. My love and I.
Then my father came in, he took the book away from me and slapped me hard. I let out a cry of pain and looked at him.
“Harriet, we need to talk.” He said.
“Ja, vater.” I said sobbing. I suspected what this was about. But I begged it wasn’t true. That he didn’t know.
“I know about you and the Jew.” He said, his voice monotone, his face cold and serious. I couldn’t help it, my eyes widened. The moment he lay hand on me I knew he knew. I wished mutter was here. She always knew what to do.
“Well?” He said angrily. He raised his hand again to slap me. I stood up.
“Yes! I am in love.” I replied. “I am in love with ein Jude, a Jew! And you know what, I don’t care! I am in love with him and not even war can separate us. Gas chambers may suffocate us, but it won’t kill our love. Bullets may pierce out body, but they will not kill out love. And a thousand soldiers might step over us but will ever tear our love apart!”
My father slapped me again. I looked at him outraged. He grabbed my books and tore them apart before my very eyes. Even though for him it was just writing, for me it was everything. The only thing that kept me asleep, away from the war.
“All this! This has filled your head with nonsense!” My father said. “Jane Austen? Shakespeare? Forbidden love that ends up in a happy ending, it doesn’t exist. All this, what is it? Magic, love, prophecies, they don’t exist.”
“You don’t believe in prophecies?” I said. Raising my eyebrows.
“Only if I know it will happen for certain.” Vater said. “Like how you’re going to stop seeing this boy and if we can’t find him, he’ll be lucky enough to leave. And you will never leave this house again!”
“That’s not a prophecy. Want to hear mine, vater?” I said. “Before the war ends, a bullet will end your life as a Nazi, you will ask for forgiveness to a Jew and you will ask for my forgiveness as well.”
I don’t know where that came from, but it was enough to make my father laugh. I turned and left. I grabbed my bag, it was already under my bed. And left.
And tonight, while I tried to sleep in a hiding place, wrapped in Abraham’s arms. I could still hear my father’s voice ordering me to come back.



May 10th, 1943

Today we would leave to France. The city was filled with soldiers. Ever since I ran from home none of us has been able to leave. I had almost forgot about my prophecy, but as I read it over and over again, I hoped I wouldn’t be there to witness it. I don’t even know what it meant. The literal meaning of it.
As we left the basement in which we were hiding, we ran to the train station. Walking as if nothing were wrong. But there were posters with my face everywhere, someone was bound to recognize me.
Then it all happened to fast. Abraham being taken away from me. Arms grabbing me, pulling me back. I screamed and he did too. Suddenly, the chaos stopped. Abraham was being restrained a few feet away and I was held in place.
My father clapped his hands as he approached me. I didn’t want to look at the man who had caused so much pain to Germany. He claimed to be helping but he didn’t.
“Brava, you managed to hide for two whole months. Clever, but not as much as me.” My father said. “Now you will watch as I kill this filthy Jew and you will be punished. You will be lucky if you ever leave your room again.”
My father approached Abraham and punched him in the face. I screamed and struggled against the guards. Another punch, followed by another and another. I struggled, but they were so strong.
Finally, my dad pulled his gun out. He pointed it at Abraham. “Seems like you were right my child. There are happy endings after all.” He pointed and charged.
“NO!” I screamed and managed to get free. I ran to Abraham.
And then everything seems like a blur from then.
I heard a gunshot and felt something cold pierce my back. My dress started to feel wet and my legs couldn’t hold me any longer. I fell to the arms of my loved one and my vision was blurry.
“Sweetie, please don’t die.” Abraham said over and over again, stroking my hair . I smiled. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” He said, knowing that was my favorite poem.
“Bullets may pierce out body, but they will not kill out love. “ I said. And I kissed him one last time.
Father approached me, he stroked my hair. “Get the hell away from me you murders! You Nazis! Look at what you did to my daughter!”
A bullet will end your life as a Nazi…
“Sweetie hand on, we’ll get you to the hospital.” My father said over and over again. I smiled.
“It was you who killed her! Might as well kill me as well!” Abraham said to my father. And him, instead of anger, showed compassion for the first time since 1939. I saw a tear fall.
“I am sorry. I am sorry Abraham, I was blinded by what the government believe was right.” My father said, still stroking my hair.
You will ask for forgiveness to a Jew…
My eyes were staring to close, I coughed. “I love you Papa. No matter how many lives you ended, how many Jews were tortured on your account. I will always love you Papa. And right now, I’ve never felt so proud of you.”
My father kissed my forehead. “I love you meine Tochter, my daughter.” He stroked my cheek once again. “I’m sorry.”
And you will ask for my forgiveness as well…
I gave one last kiss to the people I loved most in the world.
And when I closed my eyes, all was well.



Whether this woman lived or not is still undetermined. Since there was a page with an unreadable entry dated in 1944, in America. All that is known is that this woman believed in love as much as she believed in destiny. For that last entry wasn’t based on a prophecy, but on destiny.