Young Writers Society

At one time, at a certain place, I fell in love with a beautiful girl who lived beyond the fence.
Robbed of freedom, by their hands I suffer persecution.
Apparently there is a difference between she and I. They say I'm nothing but a rat.

Still, we wrote letters, folding paper airplanes in order to send them over the wall to each other.
And I treasured every single one.
Ah, I said that I'd be free and live happily with you one day.

"I want to see you"

At one time, at a certain place, I fell in love with a beautiful girl who lived just beyond the fence.

Robbed of freedom, by their hands I suffer persecution.

Apparently there is a difference between she and I. They say I'm nothing but a ratdo you mean he is the rat or she? is he the prisoner or she?.

Still, we wrote letters, folding paper airplanes in order to send them over the wall to each other. cute :3

And I treasured every single one.

Ah, I said that I'd be free and live happily with you one day.

Even though I knew that was a lie.

Whether what I said was a lie or not, when I was with you, I felt that it all could come true.

And yet, I could never convey the thought that burned in me so strongly:

"Come over here and speak with me."

However, just looking at you was always my small happiness for tomorrow. Even as I toiled and saw hunger and death all around me, for many days and months, your paper airplanes had been my one true joy.

One day, you suddenly informed me that you were going far away. As I stood watching you, all I could mutter was you chnaged from "she" to "you" this will really mess up a story, if it is written as a letter, keep it that way,if it is written in first person keep it that way!

"Farewell."

Ah, now that we've parted, I'm in agony. There hasn't been a day in my life until today where I've cried this much. If I had you near me, whatever those men had planned for me, I felt that I could have a smile on my face. I met you, whose name I don't even know, and felt that the future would be bright.

I can't call out to you, chase after you, or even leave. I'm unable to. We all are, in this wretched place.

Finally, my time has come.

Even though I have committed no sins in this world, they are still sending me to die. You're gone now and my heart is screaming. Why is that? most people in camps if that is what you are talking about, Concentration camps, they didn't know they were going to die, that was news to them...

I wanted to live just a little more.

I have no hard feelings, but in the end...

"I want to see you"

The days I spent with you won't return. What you gave me, one by one, became the sustenance for me to live.

We lived in the same world, yet we were different.

Yet, I desperately stretched out my hand....

"Please, if this is the end....let me speak with that girl."



In a small dark room, my pained voice resounds among hundreds of screams.

My chest is in pain, but still...

"I would've liked to at least have known your name........"