Short story

Character

Name : Soho

Appearance : fat

Personality : outgoing/ critical

Age : 23

Unique trait : too sentimental

Environment : lives in Ghetto

Problem : got terrible grades

                  The atmosphere of Ghetto was stifling and somber. Every Jewish residents of Ghetto fretted about when they will be dragged and killed by Nazi, so they lay awake every night feeling anxiety. In this oppressive atmosphere, Soho, a gregarious girl, was an energizer for townsfolk’s lives. She was bursting with vitality and new ideas so that townsfolk had drawn strength and comfort from her. Though she was a little bit on the plump side, her flushed cheek made her look animated and healthy, and she was always sympathetic to her neighbors’ tragic happenings.  

                  The day was seemingly the same with her usual day. She wandered around her home as always, and in the meantime, she caught a glimpse of someone’s shadow which was cast from a narrow alley. It struck her as strange. She walked toward the alley, and checked the inside of the alley. There, she could find an abandoned young boy, beaten to death by Nazi. Seeing that scene, she shuddered with extreme fury and sudden tears ran down her face. Then she muttered.  

               
                  “How could they do that? I have to do something to prevent this happening. I can’t stand it anymore.”

                  She right went back to her home, and started to gather information about Nazi’s act of brutality. Then, she pondered about what she can do with the information, and suddenly, one thought flashed through her mind.

                  “Yes. I’m going to write a journal to disclose Nazi’s viciousness. Come to think of it, didn’t I get a great grade only in writing class though other subjects’ grades were terrible? Through writing, I can not only criticize the Nazis, but also inform their cruel and unjustified deeds to the public, further, to foreign countries. I can protect Ghetto’s people on my own.”

                  She started to write down something with determined resolution. Her hold on her pen tightened. Soon, as the busy scratching sound of pens on paper stopped, she put down the pen. She sealed the papers in a blank envelop to submit it to a newspaper. She was full of hope that foreign forces might set free them from Nazi’s clutches. A month later, she picked up and unfolded that day’s newspaper. As her name came into sight on the first page of the newspaper, she was almost beside herself with joy. She turned to the next page and uttered shout of glee.

 ‘The Allied Forces and the Soviet army invaded Germany!’

 It seemed that the day of freedom is nearing. A beam of satisfaction crossed her face.