Shane Michael Hudson
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I'm a Fantasy & Thriller genre novel enthusiast, Inspired by such authors as Arthur C Clarke, Edgar Allan Poe, Bram Stoker, John Milton & J.R.R Tolkien.
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Next Stop, Auschwitz
“Elijah! Elijah! Wake up!” The voice of my friend Isaac awoke me from my pleasant memory of my family and brought me back to a living nightmare. It was day two in this hell-hole of a train – if you could call this a train. The cattle cart as it was initially designed and intended for was no longer used for cattle, but for men, women, and children. There, I lay among fifty others, squashed like sardines in a tin. The cattle cart was dark, hardly any light would come through the small windows on either side. They were barred with iron. We were held prisoner, our crime, being born into a Jewish family. We were heading to Poland, all rounded up in Paris, France. The trip would take seventy-two hours according to one of the guards. They took all our possessions and gave us each one receipt in return. Upon arrival at our final destination, we would retrieve our belongings once we present our ticket to the camp guards – this was of course a lie. The train showed no sign of stopping, time was not on our side, with roughly forty-eight hours already passed we had one more day until arrival. The concentration camp that we were heading to was infamous, the few that escaped the horrors told the resistance. Most knew all too well from the rumours and horror stories that quickly spread soon after, they spoke of a gas chamber and a crematorium that constantly burning, this place was where we were heading according to the guards boarding us on, the guards all smiled when they saw the fear in our eyes as one said...
By Shane Michael Hudson3 years ago in Fiction
