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write a fictionious diary entry for a day.dates can be in the past ,present or future.
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Dear Diary,
Today was the second day of the Nazis bombing us here in London. It was truly terrifying,something one is never meant to live through,or experience.The houses shook,people fled for the underground shelter, or in their basements. Luckily our neighborhood seems not to have had any damage so far. Already the air raid warnings and the eerily close scream of planes overhead are etched in our minds.
God help us,that we may get through this unnecessary war as shortly and safely as possible.
Emma.

Jacques,

I'm not sure if paying $200,000 was worth it for the Virgin Galactic ride. Good thing I was a stowaway.

Sam

November 13, 2893

The days grow colder with the onset of winter here. We are uncomfortable and sluggish in our response to changes in the fighting. We hole up in tunnels and safe houses like the homeless, trying to stay out of the streets and the cold as much as possible. Almost nightly, the Alliance conducts raids on our installations, flushing the occupants out into the open, slaughtering them before they have a chance to run for cover. Young men and women fighting and killing and dying in the name of a cause which at times seems almost completely forgotten in the bloodshed and sacrifice.

We are no longer the social visionaries and leaders we originally meant ourselves to be. The war has seen to that. There is no glory in the work we do now. Once we thought our cause to be grand and noble, for the good of the people- all people, but now one cannot be so sure. The war has taken its toll on us all; some have lost friends, some lovers, still others parents or children.

In this new, grim perspective, we are not the saviors of the people any longer. We are soldiers. Nothing more.

Dear Diary:

So you know how I've been writing about this new guy, Bert, and all the weird stuff he does? Well I don't want him to know that I have been thinking about him, so that's why I've been writing these runes in a cave that no one knows about and no one will ever find. ( I hope, haha.)

They say he's visiting from this other clan that lives way over on the other side of the river. The people over there are very strange, and that's why I don't go there, ever.

So anyway yesterday Clemente caught some rabbits - YUM!! ! -and we were sitting around the fire eating and talking like we always do when all of a sudden Bert, the new guy stabs his piece of food with a long stick and holds it right over the flames!! ! Of course it caught on fire and every one just stared at it until Raymond finally said what in the world are you doing? And then Bert blows on the piece of meat which is now smoking and almost black, and says ' I'm eating my dinner '.

I must say it smelled pretty good. He said this is how they eat their food across the river.

Clarence and Elizabeth tried a little bit of it. So if they're not sick or dead tomorrow then maybe I'll try some too next time.

Well dear diary the sun is going down and i must stop for now. Goodnight.

Sally
43963 BC