Creative Diary

London, 1284

Dear Family,

I arrived here in London just a few nights ago. I would have written sooner but it has been busy. So far this place is not rural at all. It was dark when I arrived and I had trouble finding Uncle Timothy in the rain. When I finally found him, I could hardly recognize his voice since I haven’t seen him since I was six years old. Did you know that he had gotten married and had three beautiful children? MaryAnn, who is only twelve, is sweet and very neat, nothing like me! I was such a pain, and always a mess! Well I did only grow up with my brothers. She also is very tactful, especially when it comes to dealing with Robert.  Robert, he is only seven, and he is just like me! He can be very vicious, but very kind at points. Oh, and Katharine being only three she is still a sweet and adorable little girl. She also has a lot of potential for only being three.  People around here are saying what a hazard this town is, saying how there have been bombings. Since I’ve been here, I haven’t noticed any hazards. With this little radiant candle for my only light, I shall say goodnight.

Sincerely,

Sara Ann

London, 1284, three months later

Dear Family,

I guess I haven’t had much time to write you letters. Robert keeps tampering with my writing utensils. Today I had to go out and buy a completely new set. It’s not as much as the one you gave me, just an iota of pencils and paper. I’m really uncertain of London. I’ve figured out why people were saying there were hazards. Last night there was a siren that went off, which meant get to safety. We all were in the basement when a bomb hit the streets. The next day we couldn’t find Katherine and MaryAnn; they went out to the grocery store that day, and we haven’t seen them since. We have been praying that they found safety. We are going to go search for them, so goodbye. Keep care.

Sincerely,

Sara Ann

London, 1284, one week later

Dear Family,

Here in London, I could only grasp the thought of staying. We found MaryAnn and... Katherine. MaryAnn was in a subway, she was so sullen. We asked her where Katherine was, but all she could do was weep. We searched around some more, and there she laid, all broken and still… dead. I flung myself on to her and held her in my arms, weeping myself. Uncle Timothy just fell to the ground, virtual. MaryAnn said that a man was mauling them around when the sirens came. They tried to run to safety, but the man was crazy, yelling that it was the end. They heard the bombs, and then one came down, killing the man and Katherine. MaryAnn said that she had gotten free from his grasp seconds before the bomb landed, and that she remembered hearing a short cry, and then she woke up and couldn’t hear a thing for a couple hours and she couldn’t find her way home. I’m going now to help with MaryAnn, Goodbye.

Sincerely,

Sara Ann

London, 1284, four months later

Dear Family,

There has been more and more bombing. Queen Elizabeth announced to the city that all the children were being shipped to rural areas in Britain and to America, babies to seventeen. The soldiers aren’t giving me enough time to write a long letter. This might be my last letter, so if you don’t get a letter from me, I’m sorry.

I love you guys

Sincerely,

Sara Ann

 

Death Certificate

Sara Ann Clever

To the Clevers,

Your daughter, Sara Ann Clever, has died in a bombing while in a shelter.

We are sorry for your loss.

Royal Army

By: DayDreamer