Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt: Through the Fence
We have been reading The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas as our class text this term; tackling some very serious issues and learning more about the atrocities of The Holocaust.
How will you interpret this week’s prompt?
Miss T
Through the fence
I see my friend Bruno through the fence just 2 metres away. I see him every, but I can see he doesn’t understand who I am and what I am in. He try’s so hard, but always let me down because his farther is a Nazi and I’m a Jew. I told him about how the Nazi had beaten me up and showed him the black eye; he still doesn’t get who I am though. He still thinks everything is a game. Why he thinks everything is a game I will never know, but its not. Ever
Schindler’s list.
It was a dark night as we walked through the electric fence, ash was falling everywhere and a rancid smell suffocated me. Mr Schindler said that we was to go to a place to work and have soup and bread.
They should be here right now, said Mr Schindler. A message went through the door saying that the Jews went to Auschwitz in CzechSlovakia.
As we came in to the hut, they told us to take off their clothes and then I heard A person stamp towards us and it was Mr Schindler.
We were safe at last.
Day 1
We arrived at the concentration camp.But, everything looked like a wreck.The bricks had moss and there were no windows in the huts, and there was no wooden floors just the earth’ s surface.All the beds were cramped together with no pillows just planks of wood.
day2
I awoke.Everything was dark and I got out of my bed and wen’t outside to work.But no one else was outside just me. Suddenly to armed guards grabbed me by the arms and chucked me in a isolated room.Minutes later, I started coughing and choking.I felt my bones rip.I lay dead!
Through The Fence
Through the fence, I see huts.
People, all wearing striped pyjamas.
When I asked father, he wouldn’t tell.
“They’re not people,” was all he said.
Through the fence, is a farm.
At least according to Gretel.
But I don’t think so.
Because there aren’t any animals.
Through the fence, there are soldiers.
Marching up and down.
They seem to be patrolling.
But who?
Through the fence, I see mystery.
Who are those farmers?
They work hard.
If they are farmers.
Through the fence, I know nothing.
Of the lives of the people.
The ones that aren’t people.
Under the fence
A concentration camp. That was what was under the fence. That is where we were sent. To our death, we thought, but we didn’t die, because the Nazis made us work for them. They made us do jobs they didn’t want to do. They made us kill our friends. Some Jews wanted to be in our position, but they didn’t know what it was like. It was kill, or be killed. And so that’s what we did, we killed. Why were we there? None of us really knew, and then we did. It was Hitler. Our death was on him.
The Fence
I look through the fence everyday of my life, sometimes I see sad things and sometimes I see happy things. My mind is always in another world, I feel weak and useless, my family are gone forever. I sit by the fence praying for hope; but all I see are my tears falling till they make a stain on the ground. Soldiers marching and shouting at me all the time. I always remember the times when everyone was happy. I look up to the sky and there is no sun there are just clouds. When will this end?
Dear diary today the gestapo came for me. It all started when I applied for hitlerjugend, but they found out mama was a Jew and knew I am one. Later that day the gestapo came and shoved me and mama into a van, then we were taken to a train with no seats. About five hours later we arrived at Aushvitz. A strange thing is that through the fence I see a big house. Our clothes were taken away.
Dear diary today is my sixth anniversary of being here. Mama is in hospital and is most likely to die. HELP ME
I looked through the fence and could see the lush fields growing a metre or so away. I can also see a house. Who lives there? A single tear dropped from my tired eye. Life here was so horrible. My family were killed in a gas chamber and I feel that nothing could be right again. But then it all changed. We were herded together and shoved by armed guards through a metal gate. We were then taken to a battered train and told that we were free. I don’t think that there was a happier moment in my life.
Through the fence is where my home used to be
Through the fence all I see is hope, gone.
Through the fence where I was free
Through the fence there is no me.
Through the fence I wonder if the Allies will ever come.
Inside the fence the labour is ongoing
Inside the fence I see nothing but sorrow
Inside the fence the rotting smell overwhelms me
Inside the fence all I want to do is cry
Inside the fence I feel weary
The Allies storm in and set us free, . Outside the fence is where my home is now.
Suddenly I was lost. I found myself wandering by a fence that I’d never seen before. I felt I had to climb over it. Through the fence, things looked different, mysterious and everything was eerily silent. Anxiously, I looked behind me but the fence was gone. I felt strangely trapped and alone. Then, I felt something crawl over my foot. Fear overcame me. I ran, stumbling along, trying to find the fence again when something grabbed me! I screamed but no-one came. It was smothering me. I struggled. I gasped and suddenly sat bolt upright, awake in my bed…
Through the fence
Through the fence you will see people wearing striped clothing being put through torture by horrible people. They will hurt them throughout the time they are there. Thousands will never step out. Never be free from the camp. The fence will stretch out for miles. It will go round in an endless rectangle. The war is ending. These people will perish away from the others. Many will not see a free world again. The door closes. Complete darkness. The screech of the latch. Trapped for life. The room fills with people. The horrid smell of death comes into the room.
I here shooting in the distance
are they coming to save me?
are they going to deliver me from my misery?
i have been forced to work,
to suffer behind this fence,
the one i have come to hate
the one which holds my fate
my hands,legs and body are falling to the ground
for all these months of suffering
endless nights, endless mornings
will i ever see my family again?
they treat me like this everyday
because of my religion
because i was born this way
they don’t care
about anyone but there selves
they don’t play fair
Through the fence
They grabbed us as we rounded the corner.
The Luftwaffe.
They killed my mum, my dad and my sister.
They put me onto a train so packed that some passengers blacked out. I could not move, nor could anyone.
We got there after what must have been days. Some people I never saw again. Will I live? Thats a mystery but I know I will not live if I stay here.
Will I ever see my home again.
I have to run, so I sprint towards the fence. no one around will come with me.
Good bye.
I saw his face peeking through the fence from my bedroom window. He was wearing the same clothes as the rest of them. He looked so sad and he didn’t have anyone to play with. He looked about my age, so I thought that maybe we could play together. I went down and knocked on my father’s door. “Come in”, he said. I walked in and asked: “Can I go and meet the boy with the striped pajamas on the other side of the fence”. “Ha, ha, Bruno, you don’t want to be with him he’s not even a human.”