Post by ivyflight on Dec 31, 2011 15:45:42 GMT -5
So I know HistNoWriMo begins tomorrow, but I couldn't help but get a jump start, even if it doesn't go towards my word count.
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Still. It wasn’t the safest time to do anything. Only yesterday she had been skipping to school with Katrina on one hand and Alfred on the other, singing their favorite song,
“Blue, blue, blue are all my clothes
Blue, blue, blue is all that I have
So I love anything that's blue
Because my love is a sailor, a sailor…”
But a man had extended his arm, as rigid as those tall Nazi boots, hitting her in the chest and pushing them all to an ungainly halt. Seeing only a man, and then the ugly green uniform, she pulled the two children behind her. He had cold eyes, and a colder voice.
“This isn’t the place for frivolity,” he scolded, crossing his arms as he stared down at the three. Isolde had felt her siblings pulling behind her, somehow knowing that this was a figure to be frightened of.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she had said between clenched teeth. How dare this man scare Katrina and Alfred-were children suddenly against the law? Was singing a crime, too now? Behind him she could see Rachael and Helen, staring from their apartment step. They were the only ones she recognized amid a gathering number of onlookers. Oh, few stopped to watch, but they all were looking at the tall man, his crisp uniform, the SS pins on his collar. The children at his feet. “It must have been moved. Would you mind telling me as to where it is now?”
She stumbled backward as his palm connected with her face, the slap bringing tears to her eyes. Bells rang in her ears, but somewhere, someone was shouting. She pushed Katrina and Alfred away, further from the Nazi, even as someone grabbed her from behind.
“Let me go!” She screamed, tears blurring her vision as she jerked, thrashing away from her captor. “Let me go!”
“Isolde, it’s me! Stop it, it’s me!”
She twisted around, pulling her arms away. Her vision was blurry, but there was no mistaking those eyes or that flyaway hair. “Claus?”
The Nazi was smirking, she could see that now, even as Claus pulled her away. She kicked, aiming at his legs, but he succeeded in dragging her to the next corner.
“Did you see that?” She hissed. “Claus! He-”
“Is a Nazi,” he said into her ear, voice fierce. “What the hell did you think you were doing? Dummkopf.”
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Still. It wasn’t the safest time to do anything. Only yesterday she had been skipping to school with Katrina on one hand and Alfred on the other, singing their favorite song,
“Blue, blue, blue are all my clothes
Blue, blue, blue is all that I have
So I love anything that's blue
Because my love is a sailor, a sailor…”
But a man had extended his arm, as rigid as those tall Nazi boots, hitting her in the chest and pushing them all to an ungainly halt. Seeing only a man, and then the ugly green uniform, she pulled the two children behind her. He had cold eyes, and a colder voice.
“This isn’t the place for frivolity,” he scolded, crossing his arms as he stared down at the three. Isolde had felt her siblings pulling behind her, somehow knowing that this was a figure to be frightened of.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she had said between clenched teeth. How dare this man scare Katrina and Alfred-were children suddenly against the law? Was singing a crime, too now? Behind him she could see Rachael and Helen, staring from their apartment step. They were the only ones she recognized amid a gathering number of onlookers. Oh, few stopped to watch, but they all were looking at the tall man, his crisp uniform, the SS pins on his collar. The children at his feet. “It must have been moved. Would you mind telling me as to where it is now?”
She stumbled backward as his palm connected with her face, the slap bringing tears to her eyes. Bells rang in her ears, but somewhere, someone was shouting. She pushed Katrina and Alfred away, further from the Nazi, even as someone grabbed her from behind.
“Let me go!” She screamed, tears blurring her vision as she jerked, thrashing away from her captor. “Let me go!”
“Isolde, it’s me! Stop it, it’s me!”
She twisted around, pulling her arms away. Her vision was blurry, but there was no mistaking those eyes or that flyaway hair. “Claus?”
The Nazi was smirking, she could see that now, even as Claus pulled her away. She kicked, aiming at his legs, but he succeeded in dragging her to the next corner.
“Did you see that?” She hissed. “Claus! He-”
“Is a Nazi,” he said into her ear, voice fierce. “What the hell did you think you were doing? Dummkopf.”
I hope your novel is going well too!