Dear Diary – Creative Writing

Creative Writing Stories

I am a little scared today…I didn’t sleep much last night. I couldn’t, too much noise. The air raid siren went off at 7pm when we were having dinner and we ran to the bottom of the garden where our bunker is and we have been here ever since.

Mother keeps telling me it is going to be alright, that the horrible people that like destroying things and our home are going to stop being horrible one day. That we just have to stay here, in our bunker, with our books and games and horrible, cold beans that are coming out of a tin and wait, wait to be told it is over. I know Alysia is right when she says we musn’t complain, and I wouldn’t understand the half of what is going on but I do. I know I’m her little brother and it’s easier to say that to me, but I can see what they see.

I can see the war outside. I can, how can I not?

I miss father. I miss him reading to me before bed, or kicking the ball about our garden after I’ve finished all of my maths puzzles ready for school. I wonder where he is, I wonder if he is ok…if he is hurt. My god diary I miss him, do you think he got my letter? I sent it 2 weeks ago now but I haven’t heard back. Oh what do you know you’re just a piece of paper at the end of the day, I’m so silly. I know he’s busy anyway…but I miss him…we all do.

Speak tomorrow Diary

Love Tommy 🙂

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4 thoughts on “Dear Diary – Creative Writing

  1. You just get better! Diary entry number 2 please! loving that you’re mixing your topics It’s also a good way to remind people what they have during a pandemic…😊

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