In Progress Writing!!! Romance

Dear Allies

Chapter Four Stephen didn’t tell me if the Allies had received my letter. I assumed that they hadn’t, because he would have told me or given me a tiny hint. And anyway, it could take months for the letter to even make it, and months before I got an answer back.  “Emilia!”  My mother peered into my room. “Dinner is ready,” she said, before turning sharply and leaving.  “How was the rally?” Frau Muller asked,…

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In Progress Writing!!! Romance

Dear Allies

Chapter Three “Emilia Muller! Get down here right now!” I sat upright on my bed, slapped my book shut, and raced downstairs. “Yes, Frau Muller?” I asked, skidding into the dining room. My mother looked at me disapprovingly. “What were you doing upstairs in your room for heaven’s sake?” Frau Muller asked. “And running down the stairs? Has the League of German Girls taught you anything?” I wanted to shrug, but instead went with, “No…

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In Progress Writing!!! Romance

Dear Allies

Chapter Two I stayed up late last night. First I was frightened. Did the Nazi suspect me? Would Hitler march into my house, demanding to see me?  Then I got angry. How dare Hitler take over my country? Take away my culture, my way of life? Who said he could rule the world? Mutter. And Vater. And almost all of Germany. What could I do to stop him?  Then it hit me.  What if I…

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In Progress Writing!!! Romance

Dear Allies

Chapter One Germany, 1943 They march through our streets like they are welcome. They tear through houses as guests. They salute, shouting “Heil Hitler!” for everyone, as though everyone agrees. Because everyone has to agree.  My name is Emilia, meaning “rival” in Latin. I am fourteen, and I am a German Jew, one of the few left in this country. One of the few to realize the lies that Hitler spoke in his speeches on…

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In Progress Writing!!! Last Minute Reads!

Goddess of the Realm

Chapter Three PART ONE: Re-Discovered Over time, Crystal had learned (and known) that there was something special about herself. Just a bit of odd about her versus other 5th grade children. After all, she had amber eyes. Even her best friend Hazel had the usual and preferred blue eyes and blond hair. Not that she was an exception. With her waist-length wavy red hair and thick lashes, she could have been the most popular girl…

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