March 11, 1776
Many Patriots have come to town, and Dad is fed up with it. He says there has been too much secrecy, and we need to move immediately.Mom and I don’t want to move. I haven’t told my brothers, Fredric, Dustin, or Austin yet, and I don’t think they will be very happy when they find out.
American Revolution Journal... | March 5, 1776
It has been six years since the Boston Massacre. The Patriots are close to winning, and the British are paying dearly for what they did. Even though the British have a better military, we seem to be holding them off. I think that the Patriots will win, but my dad thinks otherwise. He said he is embarrassed to think that his family is un-loyal to the king, especially in front of his loyalist friends. I know it is a sin to not obey your parents, but it just feels right. Not only is he embarrassed, he is punishing the whole family for it. I don’t think it is right because we are just standing up for our beliefs just like he is.
American Revolution Journal... |
March 2, 1776
My name is Timothy Blake, and I am 13. This is my first journal entry. I have much to say and not much time to say it. My dad is already mad at me for asking for the journal. He says it is a waste of time. When he gave me money to go to market, I had a little left over, and I bet you can guess what I spent it on. There are many British patrols in town and more are coming in. I have a pretty good guess as to why they are coming, but I can’t be positive. I have heard of wars in near-by towns, but none that are really close to us. That’s all I can say right now. Until next time.
American Reveloution Journal... | 3/9/1780
Dear Diary,
Day 1. My name is Johannes Williams and I’m 14 years old. And my family is torn apart because my brothers are fighting in the Continental War. My mother Beth is on the colonists side and my father James is loyal to the king. I believe Colonies should have the right for independence.
My life is horrible right now because we are not getting enough food because my parents are fighting to much and don’t have time to work for more money. Our house is a log cabin and the insolation is mud splashed on it. So far I haven't seen both my brothers in 3 months. My mom is trying to convince me to go on the colonists side. My dad is also trying to get me to be loyal to the king. And my brothers are trying to get me to go into the Continental war to fight. So as that happens my brothers and my mom and dad argue and I hate when they argue. We don’t have enough money to pay for dept so we only have one week left of our rent and we will get kicked out.
Johhannes Williams Diary Entry... |
Dear Diary,
21, Day 3: That morning we heard gunshots outside our window. Mom looked outside to see what it was and there stood hundreds of Patriots. In the front line was my brothers. They smiled at me and mom, and then gave dad an unpleasant look. Dad went over to him and started yelling, “ Why are you betraying us, me, your country!”
“ Well, when you put it that way I do not really care about this country, you, nor should I care about your self-centered king!”
Father went off into the house and threw the family Bible out of the window. It hit one of the Patriots and after he shut the window sill, we heard him yelling at himself or someone else.
Mary Washinworth
Mary Washinworth's Diary entry... | Dear Diary,
20, Day 2: That morning my mom walked in crying, “ I have been fired from work.”
She worked at a place that sews clothing for the Continental Army. “They said with all this arguing and the war they could not afford to pay me any more, but they let everyone else stay. They just don’t like the fact that I am against the king.”
After we all ate breakfast, my brothers went back to camp. Father and mother kept arguing like they always do, but I’m used to it by now. I went to go read the Bible. My mother told me that she named me after Jesus’s mother, Mary, in the Bible. My brothers did not come back that night.
Has the war begun?
Mary Washinworth Mary Washinworth's Diary entry... |
Dear Diary,
19, Day 1: Life is so hard now that the American Revolutionary War has started, dad and mom fight a lot more. I just wish that this was a two-day war, not a war that lasted for months. Earlier this morning I was doing my chores when I heard dad yelling at my brothers who just came back from training from the war.
“ You two are nothing to me anymore. I tried to keep you safe but you became traders to the king!”
The boys said back, “ Well we want freedom not orders from some king who is nothing but a person and thinks that he has more power than us!”
“ Well, he does have more power than you pathetic people who think that paying taxes is so bad.”
We were really poor. My brothers and mom wanted to have independence from the king and not have to pay taxes. Mary Washinworth Mary Washinworth's Diary entry | Drahá dcero,
napadl nás král Matyáš. Museli jsme uprchnout a vetšinu naseho bohatství jsme museli zanechat za sebou.
Ale pri úteku jsem ukryla cást mincí cestou z hradu. 30 kroku od sousoší svate Anny mezi Jankovicemi a Chomýží.
Tvá drahá matka, Machna z Krcman. Drahá dcero,
napadl nás král... |
Dear Mum & Dad,
Back at "home" the worst that could happen was to lose you. And now the worst has come true. being taken away from both of you upsets me everyday. There has not yet been one day where my cheeks are dry of my painful tears.
My life is scary, not knowing what's around the corner. Not knowing what obstacle is going to confront me tomorrow makes everyday life a struggle.
My only wish in life at the moment would be that I could see you again. But as long and today brings tomorrow I must change my wish. For now my only wish is that you would both be safe together and continue on a happy life.
Love you to the moon and back
Yours Sincerely Anastasia xx Child M S | Dear Mum & Dad,
back at "home" the worst that could happen was to loose you. And now the worst has come true. being taken away from both of you upsets me everyday. There has not yet been one day where my cheeks are dry of my painful tears.
My life is scary, not knowing what's around the corner. Not knowing what obstacle is going to confront me tomorrow makes everyday life a struggle.
My only wish in life at the moment would be that I could see you again. But as long and today brings tomorrow I must change my wish. For now my only wish is that you would both be safe together and continue on a happy life.
Love you to the moon and back
Yours Sincerely Anastasia xx Dear Mum Dad,
back at... |
Poland Z., 15.03.2015
To my darling, beloved A.
From time to time I have those days when I woke up in the morning and I have totally different perspective on certain things. Vast majority of things seems to be screwed up. I even don't want to get out of my bed. I feel like almost everything has no sense.
Almost, because you have a sense, you are the sense of my life. You are my whole universe and I want to live for you. I'm all yours.
I'd like to thank you with all my heart that you keep me alive, you give me power and that you inspire me.
P.S You Made My Day Again. Thank You.
Loving M. Poland Z, 15032015
To my... | Poland Z., 15.03.2015
To my darling, beloved A.
From time to time I have those days when I woke up in the morning and I have totally different perspective on certain things. Vast majority of things seems to be screwed up. I even don't want to get out of my bed. I feel like almost everything has no sense.
Almost, because you have a sense, you are the sense of my life. You are my whole universe and I want to live for you. I'm all yours.
I'd like to thank you with all my heart that you keep me alive, you give me power and that you inspire me.
P.S You Made My Day Again. Thank You.
Loving M. Poland Z, 15032015
To my... |
Poland Z., 14.03.2015
Dear A.
Today I attended workshops. We had so many exercises and meditations in which we had to be aware of our thoughts. I realised that you are almost every thought in my mind. It's quite disturbing when I have to focus on something in particular, but I really don't mind. Moreover, You have to know that you inspire me in everything I do. You are my soul.
Your M. Poland Z, 14032015
Dear... | Dear Division
Firstly, I would like to apologize for not writing back sooner. You see, a lot has been going on lately, my patients have been feeling quite… distressed... But enough about that, I write you back with what I would call good news. Last month, when you asked me to manufacture a drug, strong enough to bend anybody to your will I was quite disturbed by your request, but alas, I have come a long way to present you with my tiny pill I call BLISS. As the name suggest, the consumer will reach a state of perfect happiness, oblivious of everything else, easy to control and manipulate as requested. Although in my studies, I found that consumed for a long period of time, the consumer will begin to ‘fade’ slowly and then all together, just like mist. It also stops the person from thinking straight, leaving you to make all the valuable decisions for them. Hopefully you do not encounter any sort of…issues… if so, do not hesitate to write me back, i'm sure we can compromise on something.
Hopefully, I have proven useful to your business,
Yours sincerely
Dear Division
Firstly, I... |
Dear Miss Hallford,
We are requesting to have your son, William Hallford, join exclusively selected individuals from all over the world to create a new planet for the future. Your son has been chosen due to his rare blood type of 555. This category of blood type have much advanced minds than the normal human, which lets them create progressive radical ideas and review them, considering the positives and negatives from both parties. These distinct individuals will belong to a group sanctioned the PML (Planetoid Mechanized League). They will be carefully observed by their mentor and paid daily. If you accept this request you are to meet at the Representative Unity of Provinces Main Headquarters at 11am sharp on the 23 of June. I hope to see William Hallford attending.
Yours Sincerely,
Representative Unity of Provinces
Dear Miss Hallford, ... | Unpublished story, Boston Globe 1918.
1918 feature story, which was never published.
It states that in 1880, a family of French immigrants
moved into the house but fled after
a series of violent accidents left the parents
dead and three children crippled. The house
long stood vacant.
In 1909 another family moved in, and immediately
fell prey to illnesses. In 1914, the
oldest brother went mad and killed himself
with a kitchen knife, and the heartbroken
family moved out. In 1918, a third family,
the Macarios, rented the house, but they left
almost immediately after they all became ill
at the same time. Unpublished story, Boston... |
Mahal kong Nakaraan,
Maraming salamat sa pakikipaglaban sa mga “kabanal-banalan”, mga “maginoo” at sa mga “kalinis-linisang” mananakop. Nahihiya ako sa’yo dahil sa katangahan ko ngayon, hindi ko maipaglaban ang aking karapatan, nananakawan ako ng mga taong lumpo na ayaw pakawalan ang upuan, at ang masaklap ay ako ang dapat may kapangyarihan ngunit wala epekto ang aking ginagawa. Hindi sila nakikinig sa akin, ako dapat ang “boss” nila pero ako ang naghihirap. May mga panahong mabait sila sa akin, mga panahong kailanga nila ako para mapasakahila ulit ang bwisit na upuan na yan. Oo nga pala, hindi ka nagtagumpay paalisin ang mga “kalinis-linisan”, hanggang ngayon ay nakadepende pa rin ko sa kanya. Pagpasensyahan mo na ang aking katangahan.
Nagmamahal,
Kasalukuyan
Mahal kong Nakaraan,
Maraming... | kjw |
december 19th, 1914 | Poland Z., 13.03.2015
Dear beloved A.
I haven't written to you yesterday since I had this horrible headache. I felt so melancholic recently and I was fighting with my thoughts. However rembering you and reading letter from you which was totally fantastic and it brought me a peace of my mind. You amaze me everyday, you're so phenomenal and ideal.
You are the visible personification of absolute perfection.
From time to time I ask myslef ' Am I dead?' because I have to be in heaven to see that wonderful and fabulous angel whose name is beloved A. Sometimes I'm not sure if everything (everything = you) is happening for real but what I know for sure is that I'm the luckiest man in the whole universe!
P.S Without you I'm nothing, there is no me beyond you.
Yours ever
M. Poland Z, 13032015
Dear beloved... |
Poland Z., 13.03.2015
Dear beloved A.
I haven't written to you yesterday since I had this horrible headache. I felt so melancholic recently and I was fighting with my thoughts. However rembering you and reading letter from you which was totally fantastic and it brought me a peace of my mind. You amaze me everyday, you're so phenomenal and ideal.
You are the visible personification of absolute perfection.
From time to time I ask myslef ' Am I dead?' because I have to be in heaven to see that wonderful and fabulous angel whose name is beloved A. Sometimes I'm not sure if everything (everything = you) is happening for real but what I know for sure is that I'm the luckiest man in the whole universe!
P.S Without you I'm nothing, there is no me beyond you.
Yours ever
M. Poland Z, 13032015
Dear... | Friday July 30th, 2081.
Diary,
I have started this diary to record the events of the zombies apocalypse for future reference.
We thought Dr. Kovic's condition was a mere swelling of the brain? How wrong we were. The supposed virus was something much more sinister. It was something they showed in the theatre, something you watched on television. It wasn’t something that was meant to exist in real life; The zombie apocalypse. Dr Kovic never really was dead. He was just in a sleep like state, while a parasite in his brain infected him. Within minutes of reaching the morgue, Kovic was alive again, and he was not the smart reasonable man he once was. He was a violent, diseased monster who instantly attacked everyone in sight, killing the fortunate ones. The others were condemned to a worse fate. They were infected, turned from decent human beings into deadly creatures of pure chaos. Their flesh rotted, their eyes bulged, saliva dripped from their blackened mouths. The unprepared public didn't stand a chance. The hordes rose, hunting down any sign of human life. As the human population decreased, the zombie numbers soared. Even the most remote village in the north of Russia was not safe. Only a few made it out alive. 2 from my village, to be exact. Myself and my sister, Katarina. She is out there somewhere. And I will find her. I swear it.
I hope to live another day in this nightmare.
Yuri. Friday July 30th, 2081
Diary,
I... |
Dear Diary,
I hid behind an old fallen tree. I was terrified because I can see the Germans in the woods. The old fallen tree was like a guard that was guarding me from the Germans. Then, suddenly, one innocent young man was crawling sneakily toward me.
I didn’t fire at him, I let him crawl and crawl till he was only 3 or 4 feet away from me and then I shouted surrender bravely, (inside I was alarmed and fightened!) to the innocent young man. But the man didn’t surrender. Instead of surrendering, he reached for his gun and pointed at me.
When he started to reach for his gun, I shot at him with a bang! But this young man, he was a beautiful, handsome man, just like an angel. I felt terrible for him, so terrible that I can’t even sleep!
Crying, I always wake up at midnight and always, my eyes are filled with tears. My minds on the beautiful, handsome man I cant get him out of my head and I always dream about him.
Dear diary, I’m going to sleep. I hope that the man will not come into my dreams anymore. But I don’t think this handsome man will get out of my mind. But it’s a good memory of me and the boy.
Joe
Student Diary | Dear Mum,
Hello mum, I miss you so much! Are you all right? How about my brother? Is he going to school now?
A terrible thing happened last night. I was hiding behind an old broken tree. There was a German soldier crawling like a hunting dog. I was terrified and hid, but he was getting closer. When he came closer to me I got up and said surrender but instead of surrendering he pulled a gun on me! I was surprised but I shot him. But it was a mistake! He was like an angel.
First night, nothing bothered me to sleep. But the second night, I woke up terrified and shouting like a monster. I cannot erase him from my mind. So I woke up to write this letter. I hate it here! I want to come back to my home. I need to sleep now though because our captain looks kind but inside is very scary. See you soon.
Love Joe
March 2nd, 1944.
Student Writing |
"Dear Renn
I really need to talk to you sometime in the future about... some certain things... I have heard things and I want to talk to you before I make a Rash choice... please come see me when you can at this location"
[!] Below is a map attached to the new location of Thess "Dear Renn
I really need... | HE DID IT. He left me for another woman. He left me, his kids, his family, all her ever had all for some skank. Was I not good enough? Did I bore him to death. preview |
11.03.2015
Poland, Z.
Dear A.
It's better to not say anything about this day. I miss you so badly, but remember my stweatheart that I'm always with you.
P.S. I love you so much and I want to spend my whole life with you!
Your beloved M.
11032015
Poland, Z
Dear... | April 4,1766
Dear family,
I have seen a lot of amazing things over the last couple of years that I would like to tell you about. When they first recruited me, I wasn't on the front line but this battle I was. I got to see every thing that happened except the person who shot first. When the lobster backs showed up it, seemed like there was 1,000,000 of them, but we had the better fighting position. Right before the battle started a commander from the 43rd regiment came to get me to fight on the North Bridge. After we shot a couple volleys the British retreated. We did not pursue the Redcoats because we did not want to be tired for the battle at Boston. Some of the other minutemen were surrounding Boston or at Breed's Hill, but I was at Bunker Hill. We demolished the British. I hope this letter comforts you and now you know what iv'e seen over the past couple of years. Jacob snickers Minuteman |
10.03.2015
Poland
Dear Beloved A,
You're my greatest dream of my life. I love you so much, and you are even more important than me. I'd do everything for you.
With all my heart, I thank you for your endless love.
All I need is you!
P.S Never forget about this.
Loving M. 10032015
Poland
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