Anne Frank Novels & Stories

Fatma Mathilda was the pack leader and it meant she was the wolf. Hana was always the caring mother, like an orangutan. Agnes was the cub fox. Abigail was their deer. And Edith was the little pup. Fatma knew she was nothing, but a little scaredy hummingbird. But not anymore. Fatma promised herself that she would be now changed, and that she would slay her battles and save those who need saving like she was before. And like Linda now.

* Azra was a bright-eyed, polite, little eleven year old who couldn't meet anyone's eyes when she was brought to the house by Adnan. Afrah, who had been discharged three days prior, watched from her window as he drove into the house with the little girl sitting beside him.

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

She smiles and dragged the jar over her directions, reading through the picked-up flashcard by her. "Salem this question is for you!!! Who do you love most in this world?". The second, Riya asked, Elena's ears itched to hear my response, I turned my head and saw the look, the son, please say it's me, kind of look!!. She got the shock when I called out someone else's name. "My Nanny, miss Sara Scott, she's the most important person in myself, after that, some else!". "Who?" Everyone still maintained the same look, waiting for a name.

In Berlin, after World War Two, money was short, food was in very short supply and everyone was hungry ... A girl saw a blind man trying to cross the road. Being a kind soul, she helped him, and the two started to talk. He asked her for a favour: could she deliver a letter for him? The address on the envelope was on her way home, so she agreed. Left with the letter, she was about to go when she turned around to see the man hurrying away, suddenly without his dark glasses or his cane. She stopped a policeman and told him what had happened. He read the letter, and immediately called on three colleagues to hurry to the address. There, they found a slaughterhouse full of human flesh for sale.

Grabbing the microphone, Anna lifted the book over her head. “Sorry to interrupt, but this is very important,” She said with Nate at her side. “I’m Anna Berger Steine of Steine and Steine Publishers in the U.S. and this is Dr. Nathanial Braverman, author of Vashti’s Daughter.” Many boos greeted them in response.

"We are grateful for their courage." I didn't need the names said aloud. I knew who they were. Marcus Webb, who had carried a name and a memory for thirty years and never let either go. Claire Deane, who couldn't burn the names. Nora, Iris, Ava — three sisters separated at birth, each finding their way back to a truth that none of them had chosen. Sophia Bennett, who had broken protocol and given me a different life. And the woman who had arranged, before the fire took her memory, for a small girl to survive it.