As part of our Victorian topic, we have written a diary extract from the Dickensian Novel – Oliver. We have worked amazingly hard and the final results have been inspiring! Below, are the beginning two paragraphs of one of our budding authors.
Trapped between these four cold, dank walls, I finally gave in to the endless amount of tears I had been bottling up all day. Finally allowing them to trickle down my battered and bruised face. Anger and sadness overcame my already weak mind – demanding to be let out or eventually crushing me to a pulp.
My quivering fingers glanced over my battle scars – the swollen bruise just above my hip; the deep cut on my leg; the painful lump on my ribcage. I cry out in pain at their sting. My body may heal from this savagery, yet my mind will not. Never did I think I would end up in the devil’s clutches again, yet here I lay: despised and tormented; enslaved and disgraced.