Dear Journal,
It is now about 4:30 o’clock in the morning and more bombs had been dropped by the Germans throughout the night. Oh, what a dismal day today is. My parents have yet to arrive at the shelter. The agonizing screams of the innocent citizens in the streets have been heard all night. This has by far been the worst birthday imaginable. I miss my parents very dearly and hope for their return soon. Maybe then I won’t feel so alone.
~Clarissa E. Starkweather
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Journal Entries: Blitz of 1940
Historical FictionThis is the Journal of Clarissa E. Starkweather during her journey through the Blitz of 1940 in London. Will Clarissa make it or will she crack? (As a heads up none of this is real, this was simply a project that I had to do in my English class and...
