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I wrote this story for homework and it was only 2 paragraphs but i extended it in my free time .....................

The plague: My diary

Dear diary,
I fear I have caught the plague, for my death is near and I am scared, I awoke this morning feeling horrible, I am sore all over and I know there is no cure for my aches and pains. I have boils the size of my clenched fist, I have a tremendous fever one like no other.
A doctor is on his way round, my wife insisted on him coming, even I am sure of my death, why have doctor state this? It is unknown of the cause of this black pus death. My throat is now closing so much, that I cannot swallow water to quench my thirst. I am in pain, thirst and fear, for this is only the beginning of my black, painful DEATH!
The doctor arrives and enters my room, I am scared, nervous and in pain. For I know what I am about to receive, this same disease was passed on to my brother; he died two weeks ago. I can clearly remember the stages he went through pain, pain and more pain. As the doctor approaches he asked how am feeling, I refused to answer I believe this is because; I didn’t think I needed to and because of the pain my throat was going through, he nodded, as he understood the agony that passed through my body.
He sat on my bed he asked my wife, Anna where I worked she answered in a whisper “down the pit” the doctor nodded again in understanding, he looked his notes and scribbled quickly, he then turned to look at me.
Still in thirst I took a sip of my drink, unable to swallow, it rested in my mouth, I had another attempt to drink it…I jumped up and spat the water out as it splashed against the wall, I screamed out in pain the doctor fell back off the bed and he scribbled on his paper again. I asked, “ Is this the end my certain death”.
He came closer and raised my arm too expose the boils and soreness of my misfortune. He then pulled out a long sharp object rather like a giant needle, he said “This WILL hurt” I gritted my teeth and held my breath, as he then plunged it in to my arm. I screeched with pain…obviously holding my breath and gritting my teeth had no effect, a shooting pain went through my arm and back, as he poked around in the boil; at this point my wife had left, she could not bare to see me in pain, a stench like burning garbage filled the room I felt something trickle down my side and onto my bed, the smell got worse and unable to endure the pain much more I screamed STOP, STOP. He withdrew the needle, now dripping with a black liquid. My arm now sorer than ever; the doctor said to me in a low and mournful tone “I am the unfortunate one to say your death is near and the cart will be here tomorrow to collect your body. Tell your wife this as soon as possible.”
The doctor leaves and on closing the door I reach for my diary to record my final words hoping who ever shall read this will think of me as not just another victim of the black death but as a step towards a enlightenment to the plague…
I awoke next morning to see I was standing outside of St Peter’s gates, as this came to no shock because of being a Catholic all my life, as I peer through the gate I realise that it is not open, I glance over the clouds insight of someone to help, but instead of this I am drawn towards a bright light, as I head to it my eyes become squinted for the reason that it is so bight. As I open my eyes in hope of a dissent sight I see a great white building, rather familiar to me. As the sight becomes clearer I see this building crowded with people…people I knew. I move forward with a strange numbness in my body, all my senses become stronger again and I smell the distinct stench of bodies (dead and alive) I also hear the rustle of those I once knew and the commotion from moving from place to place.
I think back when I was alive and realise I missed out on so much. I turn around and see another white light my sense are becoming weaker again, I am feeling…feeling….
I woke in a shock and broke out in a sweat my heart rate sounds like a heard of running cows I’m panting and very much out of breath. “I am alive!!” For this I cannot believe and rush down stairs my wife is there making breakfast. I think back on this adventure of a dream and I am now and all ways will be great full for that I am not in that year of…
THE BLACK DEATH!!