Please Write a good story in 3000 words. please write a good story.
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I saw a small boy standing in the woods and crying. I went towards him. On seeing me coming towards him, he started runnig. I shouted, "Wait, wait...where are you going?" Hey wait..." He stopped. I asked him,"why did you run...you were crying..What happen?"
He remained quiet. He looked frightened. I said, "Don't worry..calm down..tell me what happen?" He said in a shaky voice," I am Chotu..I do odd jobs for earning. It's a festive season. People are buying sweets and crackers. Everyone is busy in weaving their moments of happiness..but no one cares for me..Not even my Memsahab. She made me do all the Diwali Safai..in return she gave me old useless crackers. In her absence, I have stolen some sweets and 2 packets of fuljadis, which she bought for her son. But now I am scared. I have done wrong. Maa will scold me for doing this...". I could sense the pain in his tears.
"Don't worry, I will buy you crackers and sweets", I said to cheer him up. "Really didi", he said with a gleam in his eyes. We bought lots of crackers and sweets. I accompanied him to his home. He distributed sweets among his friends. The sky sparkled with the fireworks and their faces glowed with smiles. It was indeed the best Diwali ever.
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Once upon a time a child started to play outside in the garden, to get away from the noise. She had never had a garden before, but even if she had it wouldn’t have compared to this one.I ran blind, on instinct, and something followed me. I did not look behind. I was the monster under the bed, and the big bad wolf and the bogey man and I didn’t need to look at it to know that I should run.I heard it ahead of me and veered away, and I heard the whuff-whuff-whuff of its breath again, but now it sounded like laughter.It played with me like a cat playing with a mouse, but it wasn’t a cat.I swerved to get away, and swerved again, but it was always faster than me, always in the way. And just like a cat playing with a mouse, once in a very great while the mouse gets away.I saw my tunnel through the hedge – almost invisible from this side- and dived in, head first without thinking. The thing made a noise, a shrieking growl of frustration, and it grabbed at my legs, reached in to pull me out.Have you ever tried to flee for your life by crawling on your belly through a low dark hole while something pulls and scratches at your feet, the backs of your legs, your backside?I’d say it’s not something you forget, but I did forget. Or decided to forget. I know that must have happened, but the next thing I can recall is standing at the far side of the sour-apple orchard trying to catch my breath and convince myself to turn around and make sure it wasn’t following.I could see my mum through the window, yellow light spilling out, and two of my aunts in there with her, and a cousin I didn’t like , and it looked so normal and boring and I forced myself to look at that claustrophobic comfort and breathe in great gulps of air and I told myself that no monsters could exist in the same world as mothers who made the same chicken casserole again and again even though she knows I don’t like it and cousins who leave sticky fingerprints on all your things but you have to play with anyway even if you don’t want to.I heard nothing, but had a sudden image of the beast standing just on the other side of the hedge, watching the same hole on its side as I was watching on my side, and only a screen of leaves and branches away. I bolted back to the house all in a panic all over again.Mum gave out to me for ruining my trousers but she didn’t scold long or loud and she hugged me and drew me a bath and didn’t make me play with my cousins after dinner .You would think I’d never have gone back. Why would I go back?But children think differently. For a week, maybe two, I didn’t go back. The thought was terrifying. And then I went to stay with dad and he took me to the funfair and it was the first good visit ever.So it all faded back behind lights and candyfloss and you don’t really hold onto memories at that age, and the house was still stuffy and the garden wasn’t nearly as good, so I found myself back at the end of the orchard again and again.And in the end I went through.The tunnel was bigger on the woods side now. It must have tried to get through after all. That made me feel worse and better all at the same time. Worse because it was such tangible evidence that it was really real, and had really happened and it had really chased me and really dug up real soil, and better because it definitely couldn’t get through even though it had tried to.But I always checked after that. Once or twice it was quiet in the woods, and I didn’t hear the birds, and I backed out. Once it felt dark, but I heard birds singing and I almost wriggled through when I heard a whuff-whuff and went backwards as fast as I could, but still I felt the air move on my face from where it reached for me.It must have waited hours for the woods to forget about it and start being noisy again.I only went through after that if I saw an orange-face bird. They were my allies, my best friends and I trusted them. Mum got a dog for herself for Christmas to take it for walks. We were going to a place called Tolston Wood. I was less clever now that I wasn’t a child any more. Maybe if I just wait, just hide for a while. It forgot about me before, maybe it will again.
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