I have been working on writing this story off and on since last December. I have put a lot of my time and effort into writing it, and I hope that comes through. So basically, the premises of this story is a combination of my modern life and my family's historical life. The time period for this is from my character's birth, November 16th, 1927 to my character's death somewhere in the late 2010s. I will just give you the prologue to the story because i feel the most confident about that. I will add chapters if I get enough support for the story. I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammatical errors (I used Google Translate for a bit of it since my typing English isn't great), since English is not my first language. If anyone doesn't know, which you most likely don't- my family is from Belarus. I did a lot of researching to write this story, I contacted some of my family members that still live there to explain what they went through during their life. I hope you like my story..
prologue:
I hear death. I breathe death and I see death. All around me is death. My insides are death. Death has given me so much yet taken away so much simultaneously. Death has given me a new life. A life empty of everything. I have yet to succumb to death, though. My mind goes numb when I think of the moment that death comes and takes everything away from me again like it did so many years ago. My fingertips trembled, grasping the pencil in them- giving them so much strain. Finally, my fingers went limp. There was something beautiful about watching my own body give in. My nose was still cherry red from the harsh Russian winter going on outside, and my cheeks were that beautiful rosy pink color. The color of the sunset right before the world turns into an endless void, as far as the eye can see. In a split second, all of that color and vibrance was flushed out of my tired face. My cheeks turned to more of the color of a pink rose after a forest fire. My mouth slowly curled into a smile before I left. In reality, I’ve been dead for a long, long time. Since my body has finally caught up with my mind, I’ll tell you my story.
prologue:
I hear death. I breathe death and I see death. All around me is death. My insides are death. Death has given me so much yet taken away so much simultaneously. Death has given me a new life. A life empty of everything. I have yet to succumb to death, though. My mind goes numb when I think of the moment that death comes and takes everything away from me again like it did so many years ago. My fingertips trembled, grasping the pencil in them- giving them so much strain. Finally, my fingers went limp. There was something beautiful about watching my own body give in. My nose was still cherry red from the harsh Russian winter going on outside, and my cheeks were that beautiful rosy pink color. The color of the sunset right before the world turns into an endless void, as far as the eye can see. In a split second, all of that color and vibrance was flushed out of my tired face. My cheeks turned to more of the color of a pink rose after a forest fire. My mouth slowly curled into a smile before I left. In reality, I’ve been dead for a long, long time. Since my body has finally caught up with my mind, I’ll tell you my story.
{other chapters will appear in the different pages, not on this one.}
i give credit to the following people:
my grandmother, Tatiana Vladislav (Gomel, Belarus)
my great uncle, Yevgeni Vladislav (Vyetka, Belarus)
my great grandmother, Polina Kuznetsov's family autobiography (r.i.p)
chapter 1 part 1/2: page 1
chapter 1 part 3/4: page 2
i give credit to the following people:
my grandmother, Tatiana Vladislav (Gomel, Belarus)
my great uncle, Yevgeni Vladislav (Vyetka, Belarus)
my great grandmother, Polina Kuznetsov's family autobiography (r.i.p)
chapter 1 part 1/2: page 1
chapter 1 part 3/4: page 2
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