HISTORY : Class 1 : Past Life

(I went slightly over word count - hope this is ok)


After consulting some online past life sites, I have come to the conclusion that I was male in a past life. Im not entirely sure how I feel about this, though it may explain why I now prefer to wear typically male clothes such as sporty clothes and trousers opposed to dresses or skirts.

I was born into a semi-rich family with the name of William in the year 1909 and was one of four children. I had an older sister, Margaret, a younger sister, Adele and a younger brother, Percival. My mother was French and my father was American. We lived in France in a medium sized house with maids and a gardener.

I was only 9 years old when I had an operation on my right eye which made me blind (this signifies my bad eyesight now).

I was a very shy young boy and spent many hours reading in a darkened room (possibly why I don’t read a lot now) and eventually began to study ancient books and became the local map maker in my adult life.

My father and mother died when I turned 18, leaving me to look after my siblings, Margaret (who was now 21) had already left the family home and married a young man named Homer, moved back into the family home with her husband and two young daughters, Anne and Mary. My younger brother, Percival, was now 14 and began working for the local market trader to help bring in the money, though Adele, who was still only 11 years of age, was sickly. I had to care for her at home. I was still able to continue with my map making.

Only two years later, Adele died on pneumonia. This devastated our family. Percival, now 16, became a soldier and moved away. I could not join as by now my eyesight in my other eye had deteriorated, leaving me nearly blind. Margaret and her family continued to live in the house with me.

When I was 22, I met a young woman, Sara, whom I married only 3 months later. We were blessed with three children, Adele (after my sister), Jack and Alex. When Jack was only 2, we realized that he had inherited my eye condition and was blind by the time he turned 5 years old.

When I turned 28, I became ill with pneumonia. My brother, who was now 24, came home to visit – the first time we saw him in 4 years. He brought my children, and Margarets children some toys he brought from abroad. He spent hours by my bedside telling me the tales of his journeys.

Only three months later, I died of pneumonia. My children were only 6, 4 and 3.
I was buried in a local family cemetery near my parents and younger sister.

Ahem. It's ten words over I think...sorry. But I could easily have gone on for another 1000 words or so. And I really couldn't cut any more...I cut so much fun stuff out!



I was born in July of 1922, youngest girl in a family of five. My home was in South Carolina, on a small farm that brought us in a decent living.

They named me Elizabeth, and by the time I was six I was making my parents proud. I helped out with picking vegetables, darning socks and preparing meals. When I burnt the dinner once, my dad laughed and called me his 'little forest fire.' From then on, this was his pet name for me, and it fit because my hair was a reddish-gold and my skin burned red in the sun.

When I was seven I ought to have started school. My mam had been teaching me letters for two years previous, and since I was a bright child I already knew how to read. My dad had a full edition of encyclopedias, and I would work my way through one heavy book at a time, struggling to read at night after all my chores were done. I had been looking forward to school...but the Great Depression hit us hard.

It got better a few years later, when I was about twelve, and I attended school then. I found it to be dreadfully boring at first, because my mam had made sure to teach me all she knew. But oh! The books! I must’ve worked my way through a dozen classics that first school year. I was in heaven, literally.

When WWII broke out I really wanted to stay home, but my parents urged me to go to college. I was accepted to the University of South Carolina, thanks in part to an inheritance from a great-aunt. The following 2 years may have been ranked among some of the worst in the world, but they were some of the best in my life. It was in college that I met my sweetheart James.

We had a couple of blissful years together before he was drafted into the war in 1942. A few awful years followed; I dropped out of school and helped out with the war effort, and half the time my letters to him went unanswered…but at last when I was cheering in the crowd along with everyone else to welcome home the soldiers, he found me. And we held each other tightly and couldn’t stop laughing.

We married when he was 27 and I 26. After my fourth child, I was informed I was no longer able to have children. That same year, at the age of 39, James took ill with tuberculosis. How glad I was that we had all been vaccinated a few years earlier!

I died when I was 64 after a sudden stroke, with James and my youngest daughter at my side.




Extra Credit:

Me, my mam and dad in front of our farmhouse in 1938. I look more like my mom, but I have my dad's hair and complexion. XD

My name was Arion and I lived before dates could be confirmed. I was born in the great city of Atlantis, surrounded by magnificent pillars, to my mother, Freya, and my father, Warin. I was one of seven children. I was the eldest followed by my two brothers, Zion and Thor and my four sisters, Angelia, Flora, Kali and Maia.

From the moment I was born I was a sickly child. My parents kept me hidden from the community of Atlantis as they thought that the devil had taken control of my body as I regularly had fits (Thinking about my epilepsy I used to suffer).

When I was six, a healer came to our house and used a laser to help heal me, though it left me very weak but from that day on I was able to help heal others. People would come to our house in secret for me to take away their illnesses, though whilst they got better, I seemed to get worse.

When I was eight years old, I started getting visions. I saw Atlantis fall into the sea, thousands of people dying as the city vanished from sight. I told my parents yet they just looked at me scared. A week later, a man came to our house and took me away. My sisters stood there crying as we rode away in a golden carriage. I knew that I would never see them again.

We arrived at the mans house. It was set within the great mountains of the outskirts of the city and painted with a vibrant golden glow. He made me write down my visions in a small book and spent hours reading them and making notes. I kept having the vision of the city falling into the sea, which the man took very seriously. He tried to warn Atlantis’ government but no one would listen.

It was not until I turned 15 that this vision came true. I heard the screams as the city began to fall into the sea as though it was being pulled in. I knew I was going to die. Before I went under the waves, I had one last vision. I saw a man and a woman in a church getting married, then later having a child who they named Aimee. I wasn’t scared for I knew that I would be reborn and would be happy.



A painting which I painted as a child in atlantis showing the home of the man in the background and how I saw the future of my siblings if Atlantis hadn't sunk into the sea

I was born in the year 1670 in Salem, Massachusetts. My name was Zaira Kane. Things seemed to be going quite well through most of my childhood, however, when I turned age twenty, several men and woman in my village started to question myself as well as eighteen others with whom I was close with. They accused us of being witches and using witchcraft both to cause horrific happenings and for self satisfaction. This of coarse was absurd. We were not witches, not in the least. Our beliefs might have been a bit different than the others of our territory but it did not mean we were anything less than normal humans like they were. We begged and pleaded for anyone of importance to believe us but it seemed people feared what they could not explain and because of this, their fingers were pointed toward us.

We did managed to convince some that we were just like them, as normal as they. That the strange occurrences that were happening in our presence were just uncanny coincidences. Unfortunately, we were not able to convince them all and warrants were issued for our capture.

Many of us decided that the only way to ensure our survival was to flee the area. We did manage to elude for a short time. Some people who had always believed in our innocence helped us as much as they could. Our evasion however did not last long and we were eventually caught. It seemed that our fate was sealed.

On June the sixteenth, 1692, when I was just twenty two years of age, after being tried and convicted of witchcraft, I was led, along with several others to Gallows Hill, a barren slope near Salem Village, for hanging where I shortly was put to death for something that was never accurate in the first place.

O Christian Martyr Who for Truth could die
When all about thee Owned the hideous lie!
The world, redeemed from superstition's sway,
Is breathing freer for thy sake today.



This is a photograph of me as I was
being led to the gallows, June 16th, 1692.

COMES WITH THE WIND

My name is Comes With The Wind I was born in the year 1328 in the Chickasaw tribe. We didn’t know what states where or where Europe was. All we knew was how we live with the passing of the days. We didn’t have just one God. Christianity had not come to the green land. We didn’t have 12 months. We had harvest time and cold time. The time of the buffalo and the time of the crop. We seemed to be simple ,but we where oh so much more complex.

I had two parents my father Flies With Hawks and my mother The Red One. I never knew my father he died when I was only two. My mother raised me until I was wedding age. I married my husband (The Thunder maker) when I was about 14. My mother continued to help me be a proper wife. She taught me to cook and to sew. That was the women’s job back then. My husband and I where every happy indeed.

Ten years later I had five children ( three girls and two boys). Me and two oldest girls would go out and pick berries together in the morning. The boys would take care of the little girl and play. After picking the berries we would go and boil them into a pot. When my husband came home about mid day he would clean the meat he had gotten if any and we would take the fat and mix it with the berries to make mash. It was very good. Then we would eat and then clean up and get ready for another day. On cold or rainy days all we would do was sew in the tent and sing songs. It was a hard life ,but we didn’t know any better. The day was just another part of life to us.

When I was thirty I had already eight children and they where having children. My mother was very lucky in this. She had good health until then. She had fallen ill in the time of the cold and caught an evil spirit as we thought. The medicine doctor came over and said that there was no hope and said that we just had to dill with that. Well at that time a storm of buffalo where moving to another area and the tribe was on the move. My mother was not up for the trip so we had to leave her. It was normal to leave the old that couldn’t go. My father was left. Before we left her thought we raped her in blankets and gave her some food. I cried a little and prayed to the gods to be with her. I told her that I would miss her and that was that. It wasn’t shortly after that ,that I fell ill with the same illness. My children did the same to me when I died, but I got to see all of my family again. That was the good part.

I am telling you this today to show you how hard it was in the Indian tribe. Losing and loving. It was life to us and we didn’t know any better. That was all we knew. I am glad that I lived out in the wild than rather in such populated areas of Europe. I have learned a lot since I have been dead. All death is , is a learning experience and that is all I have to say.
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Ill try to get a picture put together in the next day or two.

I was born in 1729 to Isabella and Adolph Ventura. I was the last of five children. My name was Edward Ventura. We lived on a farm in the west of the United States. In 1741 I turned twelve years old. My mother was very ill with a disease that we did not know about. We were a pure family so we couldn't afford to get her to a doctor. She died just a week after her twenty nineth birthday.

When I turned twenty-eight I became a doctor and started to save lives. I helped to save slaves as well. I would try to sneek them out while trying to give a doctors exam to them. Eventually the slave owners found out that I was freeing slaves and came after me. I tried to get away from them but they always found me.

They then caught up with me. They captured me and took me back to the town where they lived. All the slave owners whose slaves had gotten free were waiting for me. A huge man threw me on the ground in front of all of them. I then saw a man walk infront of me holding a gun. He pointed it at me and shot me in the head. I left behind my two sisters and one brother, the others had died before me. I also left behind the love of my life, Elizabeth Jenkins.

My body was never buried, I wanted it buried beside my family, instead it was burned by the men who killed me. Elizabeth Jenkins found out that I was dead and went after the men who killed me, she was out for revenge. She eventually got killed herself by the same man who had killed me. we were finally together again.

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