Liz McCallum
I was born in a wee town called Kilbirnie in Ayrshire. I have a son, a daughter and six grandchildren.
I work as a Youth Worker/Project Worker with NAC (North Ayrshire Council) Absolutely love my job. I have a degree in Politics & Social Policy and a Diploma on Alcohol & Drug Studies. Both of them gained as a mature student. So it's never too late. I have always wanted to write, especially children's stories. I also like reading, genealogy and keeping fit with Zumba and Line Dancing. |
SILENT CRIES
Stench and squalor bringing tears to my eyes. I look around and all I see is misery and sadness. Young who look old and old who are no more. This disease-ridden place ironically called home was the only option there was. Human waste and mouldy food lay scattered across the floor. Each day we prayed to be freed from this retched existence. No one ever heard our cries, it was like we never existed. Shut away out of sight out of mind. Dear Lord help us.
I was inspired to write this short story after a visit to the Auchwitz concentration camp.
It was the most horrific experience I’ve ever encountered.
Stench and squalor bringing tears to my eyes. I look around and all I see is misery and sadness. Young who look old and old who are no more. This disease-ridden place ironically called home was the only option there was. Human waste and mouldy food lay scattered across the floor. Each day we prayed to be freed from this retched existence. No one ever heard our cries, it was like we never existed. Shut away out of sight out of mind. Dear Lord help us.
I was inspired to write this short story after a visit to the Auchwitz concentration camp.
It was the most horrific experience I’ve ever encountered.
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