Question

essay on storm at mid night

Answer 1

Dark Stormy Night It was a dark and stormy night. The rain came down in torrents, 
soaking the solitary man to the skin. He stood alone, silent, still 
enveloped by the black of the night. 
Had the sun been shining, this lonely man would have seen the flat 
green fields surrounding him and far in the distance a house stood, as 
solitary as the man. Yet the dark limited the man's vision so the 
house vanished. 

Suddenly the man's eyes snapped open. The look on his face was one of 
absolute horror as if he had no recollection of his coming to this 
place. He turned in a circle, taking in his surroundings and as he 
did, he felt something small and sharp touch his right leg. He ran his 
hand over his calf and felt nothing. 

As if to find a clue about why he was in this place, he glanced down 
at his clothes. Striped pyjamas clung to his legs and arms with the 
rain and the mud squelched between his bare toes. 
Something made a buzzing sound close to the man's ear. He swatted 
around his head, but the buzzing still persisted. 
What is it? He though. The buzzing became louder yet it seemed further 
away as IFA€¦..that's it! He realised suddenly. The buzzing is in my 
head! As this though crossed his mind, terror crossed his face. The 
terror turned to anger as he hit himself over the head, hoping to 
dispel the unknown buzzing. One thought, and one thought only crossed 
his mind. Get it out. Over and over he heard these words, infuriating 
him but yet he listened.....
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Answer 2

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Dark Stormy Night It was a dark and stormy night. The rain came down in torrents, 

soaking the solitary man to the skin. He stood alone, silent, still 

enveloped by the black of the night. 

Had the sun been shining, this lonely man would have seen the flat 

green fields surrounding him and far in the distance a house stood, as 

solitary as the man. Yet the dark limited the man's vision so the 

house vanished. 

Suddenly the man's eyes snapped open. The look on his face was one of 

absolute horror as if he had no recollection of his coming to this 

place. He turned in a circle, taking in his surroundings and as he 

did, he felt something small and sharp touch his right leg. He ran his 

hand over his calf and felt nothing. 

As if to find a clue about why he was in this place, he glanced down 

at his clothes. Striped pyjamas clung to his legs and arms with the 

rain and the mud squelched between his bare toes. 

Something made a buzzing sound close to the man's ear. He swatted 

around his head, but the buzzing still persisted. 

What is it? He though. The buzzing became louder yet it seemed further 

away as IFA€¦..that's it! He realised suddenly. The buzzing is in my 

head! As this though crossed his mind, terror crossed his face. The 

terror turned to anger as he hit himself over the head, hoping to 

dispel the unknown buzzing. One thought, and one thought only crossed 

his mind. Get it out. Over and over he heard these words, infuriating 

him but yet he listened.....