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The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas: personalised writing

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GCSE Coursework Personal Writing unit The Boy That Nobody Anticipated "I am forty-six years old, and have been a member of the NSDAP since 1922; a member of the SS since 1934 and a member of the Waffen-SS since 1939. I was a member from the first of December 1934 of the SS Guard Unit, the so-called Deathshead Formation (Totenkopf Verband). From 4th May 1940 until November 1943 I was the first commandant of Auschwitz Concentration Camp, where the estimates of people killed range from 1 to 2.5 million. It was a glorious three years. I have no regret for what I've done." Ralph Franz Fewerhter H�wess, 1946 before execution. The door to the cupboard under the stairs and the mat that lay before it were concealed in a shadowy corner, and one would have to strain ones eye to see them in the dim candlelit corridor. The candle, which stood upright on the table, was burnt almost to the wick; and it barely let any light through the keyhole; and under the cupboards impeding door. The candles thin flame also failed to pierce the opposite end of the room, and left an ocean of mystery and suggestion beyond its island of light. Every now and again there would come a sharp crack from the heavens above the house-as though God was not, or would be, happy with the country that lay beneath Him, nestled between the borders of France and Czechoslovakia. The effect however would scarcely last, for the lightning, coming in by the great window on the grand staircase, picked out everything in vivid black shadow or silvery illumination; almost as though it were emancipating the country-which was undoubtedly Germany-for the evil and heresy which would plague the fatherland for the next thirty-eight years. ...read more.


Father had an air about him that gave him a confident and prickly demeanour-he seemed to exude power; it crackled in the air around him like static electricity, and the way his clothes hung about his muscular frame gave him the look of an aristocrat. Around his neck hung a gold cross on a gold chain, which-Ralf knew-he barely left home without. Ralf wondered if there was a permanent shadow on Father's chest where the gold cross-hung. Father made straight for the funny lady, who retired with Father's permission, and then sat, rather clumsily, on Ralf's bed on the opposite side of the room before indicating a spot for Ralf to sit on the floor at Father's feet. When Ralf was sitting as comfortable as a small boy can when sitting on a hard wooden floor, Father gave a small fit of coughs-which Ralf knew meant that Father would make a speech-and then opened the conversation with his usual phrases. "Have you done your chores?" "Yes Father" "Have you said the Lords Prayer?" "Yes Father, of course I have" "Good, have you brushed your teeth?", Ralf struggled to remember "Err, yes I have Father" "I'll ask you again" Father's voice got louder and more aggressive, Ralf bared to look up and meet Father's gaze and he wished he hadn't, for he caught a momentary glimpse of Father's eyes, small and bright and inflamed, and felt the earth slide under him as Father overpowered him. "Yes Father, of course I've brushed my teeth-Mother was watching me-that funny lady also, and..." "What funny lady?" Father interrupted, for it was considered ok in the household for Father to interrupt everyone, but when Ralf did it he had to go to the cupboard and the stairs, and Ralf didn't like the cupboard under the stairs. ...read more.


It was dark in the room, but the Luger's muzzle flash picked out everything in a vivid yellow light making the shadows cower and quiver as if they were afraid of a demonic menace in the room. The light also abbreviated Ralph's facial features into a truly credible monstrous contortion of what could be his normal appearance in five years time, given that he had genocide for breakfast, lunch and tea. Ralph then pulled all four dead bodies down the stairs, not caring for the ugly smear of blood that trailed behind, and dumped them inside the cupboard under the stairs. He stared into the room where he had spent many lonely nights with nothing but the shadow in the corner and the smell of his own urine to keep him company, and smiled under his breath as he considered that he was returning the ethereal cupboard with more bodies and more ghastly smells to feast on. As Ralph walked out of the door not caring to close it, he said his last goodbye to the house and to the city of Baden-Baden. This city was now no more to him than a distant and slightly forlorn memory, a black mark on this new rich and prospering Germany. He walked hunched over as though he was bearing a heavy lumber-one that only he could carry-before walking away in the still pitch-blackness until night had him in Her clutches. As he walked home his mind strayed to his family-and he wondered if his son Bruno had done well in his Geography test, if his daughter Gretel's dancing classes had gone well. He also wondered what was for dinner, his usual nights work of tidying up always made him rather peckish. Ben Edmonds English Essay 9C Mrs Welford ...read more.

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