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Holocaust Essay"I think [music] is an almost automatic response to a situation of detention. They wanted to leave a testament; they leave to us music," says pianist Francesco Lotoro (www.npr.org). The art, music, and literature created in the concentration camps during the Holocaust and after liberation are a haunting representation of the many different emotional extremes reached by those who had to suffer through the experience. One form of art left by the survivors is their music, which has left us with an idea of the state of their morale in the camps. A second form of art is paintings and drawings. These things help us see into the daily lives of those in the ghettos and camps. Another form of art was the literature of the time. The literature gives us a look at all aspects of life as a Jewish person during the Holocaust. These art forms allow us a small glance into a large past, as we attempt to comprehend what happened to the Jewish people.
The music of the Holocaust was what often kept
The Sixth Decision for SuccessAs Michael’s head swam, he closed his eyes. He almost didn’t want to leave Anne’s room. The pictures on her wall brought tears to his eyes. She was younger than him, but she still wanted so much out of life, where he had been ready to give his own away. He sat down; keeping his eyes closed, and rested his head in his hands. Maybe to be happy, he needed to let everything out first.
Michael sat like that for the longest time. Maybe he hadn’t even left Anne’s room yet. But as he opened his eyes, he realized Amsterdam was long gone. He tried to stand, but another wave of nausea hit him. He squeezed his eyes closed as he slowly got to his feet and regained balance. Once he finally managed to open his eyes, he was slightly shocked by what he saw. It was not a battlefield, it was not the Santa Maria, it was not even the office of President Truman.
Michael was in a dingy room not too much bigger than the central room Anne had shared. This was a plain room, but it
Drowning myselfIf letters were raindrops
And words were storm clouds
I would already be dead,
Drowned in books and lyrics and
All the words I was too afraid to say to anyone but myself
A Story of Lyrics and LoveHer eyes quickly scanned the area around her, her head down, a curtain of hair guarding her face. She sat alone in her seat, although you're never truly alone on a school bus. There were always the idiots who liked to scream obscenities at the smaller children as loud as they could. Or that obnoxious popular girl leaning across everyone else to flirt borridly. You could turn your music as loud as you wanted, but you couldn't escape, especially when you were busy dodging the projectile wads of paper and pencils. The girl was bent over a sketchbook, her body angled toward the window so no one could see her work, her bag presiding over the rest of the seat. She was dressed to blend in, with her trademark blue hoodie and worn black Chucks. The easier it was to fade away in the real world, the easier it was to escape within her own.
She was good at drawing, but not great, and she knew it. That's why she didn't let people see her art. Most of the time all she drew were song lyrics accompanie
See the stars, that's all they areSee the stars in the sky?
They're amazing storytellers.
And they always create pictures to go with their tales.
They're quite bright too,
In more than one sense.
Not only intelligent, the stars,
They are the kind of bright that just light up the space around them.
They make great friends too.
They'll sit there for hours;
Just listening to your problems,
Never complaining or rushing away after too long.
Sometimes they even respond.
We just don't always understand their language right away.
And though they act kind, they're known for being fiery,
So I don't recommend messing with them.
They're very honest;
They never try to cover anything up.
And while many say they'll always come back for you,
In reality, they never really leave.
Pop Culture Nightmare Chapter 3“Oh…”
The building was smoking. Trees were uprooted. We could hear the sounds of gunshots ringing out clearly.
“What? I don’t even…” I began.
But we were cut off by the ninjas. Yes. Ninjas. Legitimate Japanese ninjas. I immediately pulled my lightsaber. Even in this random turmoil, I couldn’t help but giggle at the ‘zzzt’ sound. I swung it forward, but the ninja in front of me flipped backwards and pulled one of those fancy Japanese swords.
“Back to back!” I yelled, and we moved into a circle, our backs to each other. It would help protect us from the fast attacks…maybe…or maybe we needed to move around. Or maybe even…
I lunged sideways and caught Grace’s ninja off guard, slicing through his stomach with a sickening sound. I didn’t stop, but they were aware of my new strategy. Time for something new. I started to run forward but
Pop Culture Nightmare Chapter 2“So…um…what now?” Grace asked. “Should we go…maybe tell someone?!”
“No. No one will believe us. We need to figure this out on our own!” Celeste exclaimed.
“She’s right,” I chimed in. “I think we need to check out Smythe.”
See, Smythe is one of two middle schools in our school district. We go to Nortin.
“Maybe someone there can help us. Or maybe the same thing’s happening over there, and we can break them out,” I suggested.
“Well we can think while we’re here.”
I bit into my taco. Yes, that’s right. A taco. We stopped at Taco Bell in the midst of all this. Now, you may be asking yourself how we were sitting so calmly, when we know darn well that our school was just turned into the Hunger Games arena and we’ve just killed our classmates. You see, we were all still in denial. The realizatio
Pop Culture Nightmare-Chapter One"Ha! So who broke up this time?" Avocado laughed.
"No, Av, I think this is serious!" I cried.
"Of course it is!" Celeste chimed in. "It's always important when they break up after the second week! That's, like, forever in popular time!"
Okay, so what happened next is something that I just cannot possibly describe in any way that even relatively makes the least bit of sense. It almost seemed like some kind of......some kind of dome with trees was being lowered upon the field. The smell of a musty forest hit my nose almost instantly.
"What the f-"
"Language Celeste! Even in this godforsaken forest from the land of Narnia you are still at school!" Grace went off on Celeste.
Celeste made her 'bah' face.
Everyone looked to be in a state of shock. Except Phil. Phil .Phil is the one in the group that probably belongs in a mental hospital (well, we all do, but you should really meet Phil). She was running around in circles screaming like an alarm. It was quite comica
Pop Culture Nightmare-Prologue"RAINBOWS!" I awoke with a start in algebra class. Yes, algebra in 7th grade. Stop your astonished wows, I know, I'm a genius. Even though I hate math. If it were a person with an actual human physique, I would kill it. I would kill it until it died. Oh, but wait, the majority of this story is actually about death. Before you ask, no, it's not your typical loved one with cancer sob story. I mean, come on, use your brain. What kind of sob story starts with RAINBOWS!? Seriously people, gosh. Sorry, but I can't tell you anymore without giving anything away. I've only told you enough to make you wonder what a story with a 7th grade algebra student who dreams about rainbows could possibly do with death.
Okay, so, RAINBOWS, right? After the class finished laughing (like they've never done it) my teacher asked me to talk to her in the hall. Mrs. Refrednegnal is our math teacher. She's about 2 inches shorter than me, but she's extremely menacing. Fortunately though, she likes me. Besides, toda
Code Red Avenger x Pmsing ReaderAka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing you
“Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.
Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of relief you put your focus on making jelly toast instead of not killing your friend, only to find the jelly missing again. With a small growl you stole it from Tony again.
“I was using that.” He complained while he reached for it again. You put a stop to that though by twisting around and pointing the knife at him
Hetalia X Reader: The Translator
You walk up to one of your office colleague, Arthur Kirkland, with a folder to your side and look at him in concern
“You alright?” you asked, stopping in front of him.
Arthur looks down at his phone with a distress look
“No, I have a bit of a nightmare actually…” he sighs, looking up at you.
“What’s the matter?” you asked immediately in concern.
“Well we have all the NSOCO from around the world in this room” he gestures to the door beside him while smiling pathetically.
“In ten minutes the annual summit is supposed to take place” he takes a deep breath before continuing “They phone thousand of miles to get here and my translator hasn’t turned up” he scowls down at his phone.
You continue to watch him, still wonder what’s bothering him.
Arthur tear his gaze away from his phone and frowns
“I need to find someone who can translate into seven different languages…” he explaine
Spider (BEN DrownedXReader)BEN was playing Call Of Duty on his X-box when you walked by and ruffled his hair after removing his hat.
“Hey!” BEN whined.
“What?” You shrugged innocently.
“Give me my hat” BEN shot you a playful glare. You rolled your eyes at him and dropped his hat back onto his messy hair. You shook your head when he turned back and resumed his game and walked up to your room that you both shared. Sighing you looked down at your now ripped favourite t-shirt while damning Jeff to hell for ripping it. Just as you were about to change you saw something move out of the corner of your eye. You turned and shrieked at the sight of the spider’s sitting on the floor. You ran downstairs and tackled BEN who yelped and fell over.
“What the hell?!” BEN exclaimed.
“There are spiders in our room! Go kill them!” You replied.
“Oh hell no!” BEN shook his head.
“BEN!” You whined shaking him by the shoulders.
“I hate spide
It's a rat Clint x Reader It was a peaceful Saturday morning and your faithful husband slept soundly in the bedroom, until you ear piercing shrieks filled the air. Clint’s eyes snapped open and within seconds his loaded bow was in his hands as he headed for your location.
“What’s wrong?” He nearly shouted as his wide eyes swept over the room. When he found nothing he diverted his gaze to your trembling form in search of wounds. You stood on top of the kitchen table, your horror struck eyes flickered between your left leg and the far corner of the room. Clint placed his hand on your leg to try and jumpstart you after he checked the room once again.
“It was a rat, a big fat rat! Ugh, it was crawling on my leg and wouldn’t let go!”
Clint sighed once before bending down and picking up one of the biscuits that littered the floor. His aim followed your gaze and with a small flick of his wrist the piece of bread flew through the air.
Beaming Spock (Star TrekXReader)You sat bored in the control room of the Enterprise as everyone left to gather supplies for the next voyage. You smirked when you saw Spock walk by the room and pressed a few buttons aiming to beam him from room to room. Spock walked with his hands behind his back whistling a tune thinking he was alone when suddenly he was beamed to the main room.
"What the hell?" Spock said to himself before shrugging and walking back out. You smirked again and beamed him to another room leaving him confused.
"Who is beaming me?!" Spock yelled as you beamed him again.
"This is for not killing that spider in my room" You smirked beaming him as far as you could from his destination. Spock let out a shout of anger and stormed into the room you were in.
"(Y/N)! WHO IS ON THIS SHIP?!" Spock demanded.
"Me, you and Scotty" You replied.
"Are you beaming me from room to room?!" Spock growled.
"No sir'" You lied while laughing menacingly on the inside.
"Thank you" Spock nodded before storming off to
Friendstuck|..A new start, a new place...|
Beep, beep, beep, bee— SMASH.
..Okay. Probably not to the best way to shut the stupid thing up. Oh well. Mission accomplished anyways!!
And now, for your most arduous, painful and demanding mission yet:
....Going to school.
..With a groan, you got out of bed and got ready for your first day at your new school.
Throughout your life, you've more or less been a loner, as you are a (shy/sassy) type of person. You sigh. It'd be great if you managed to make some friends this year. No more being the awkward loner leftover hanging out with your good ol' friends: Dust, Corner, and the occasional cricket.
Phase 1 Complete:
You got your freaking schedule. Yay.
..Now, your first class is....
RWBY- We Swear It's Combat GearRWBY- We Swear It's Combat Gear
Part thirty-four of my RWBY series "Pollination: The Bumblebee and White Rose"
One of these combat suits isn't a contest entry. See if you can guess which one isn't like the others!
Velvet Scarlatina deals with an onslaught of "combat gear". Hilarity ensues.
"Penny, could you move Blake and Yang's bed over to the corner?" Ruby asks absentmindedly as she rummages behind a collapsable wall for changing clothes.
I stare at the bed. It's standard issue, and they're not so easily moved. "Of course, friend Ruby!" the girl responds with a robotic amount of joy and effortlessly pushes the bed over against the one that Ruby and Weiss share. She immediately calls to Ruby, "Task: Complete!" Gently placing her hands behind her back, she gleams with joy, unblinking.
"Woah." is all I can mutter. "How are you so strong, Penny?" I ask her with genuine curiosity. I'm totally not terrified of the possible answers.
"I am-" She begins.
"Combat ready!" She and Weiss finis
How to annoy AlastairAlastair sat on the couch of Slender Mansion gritting his teeth behind his mask. He closed his eyes and resisted the urge to yell at the 13 year old girl beside him.
“Come on!” Insane Smiles whined poking his side.
“No” Alastair gritted out while clenching his fists by his sides.
“But I’m bored!” Smiles exclaimed kneeling beside him.
“Go bother BEN” Alastair growled.
“No I wanna go killing!” Smiles replied.
“Well I don’t. Go ask Masky” Alastair sighed.
“Masky won’t go killing with me and I want you to take me!” Smiles pouted hoping it would convince him.
“I have a 14 year old sister Smiles nothing will work on me” Alastair smirked.
“Damn” Smiles muttered before getting an idea.
“Pwease Ali?” Smiles pouted as her bottom lip began to quiver.
“Still no” Alastair kept his gaze on the TV in front of him. A few seconds later he heard a light so
APH: Board Game Battle (Secret Santa Gift)2p!USA, 2p!Canada, USA & Canada: Brother's Board Game Battle
2p!America - Jason
2p!Canada - Matthieu
(I've seen different names be used, I prefer these)
The sun glowed dimly as it hung at the edge of the clouded sky. The weather had been gloomy for the past week, rain pattered on the roof every night and the storms had taken out the electricity several times. Right now, the same synchronization was being repeated; water trickled down the windowpanes and lightning occasional zapped in the sky. The constant barrage of attacks Mother Nature tormented the world with was more than pissing off a certain individual.
Matthieu, the 2p! version of Canada, was grumbling as he hunched himself against the concrete wall of the basement. The overgrown polar-bear beside him licked its bloody paws; the Canadian patted the large animal and continued to curse the stormy weather. At first, he liked the depressed atmosphere, but soon he got sick of it and yearned for it to go away and piss on someone
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