short story 150 words with moral
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"Forgiveness is nobler than revenge"
One of my colleagues tried to steal cash from the clutch of a lady to buy movie passes. Coincidentally that woman was my mother, she was asking for help suddenly a policeman who was arriving from the other side of the street, caught him. The boy gave back all the cash of my mother at the cost of capturing him in the crime of stealing. But, my mother being kind in nature asked the policeman to leave him. She gave him another opportunity to change his manner of stealing by responding to him that you should work hard to become adequate enough to buy everything you need. Stealing items will send you in prison. This particular instance left a profound mark on him and he started studying hard. It was his hard work that allowed him to become a big businessman today.
One day, he met us in a store; we even did not remember him. He came to my mother and said Aunt, You have shown that "forgiveness is nobler than revenge" because if that day you threw me in jail by taking revenge for my impression. It could result in the destruction of my life and family.
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HOW WOULD I HAVE GAINED MY POWER IF I WERE A SUPERHERO
If I were a superhero, I would have the ability to heal the ills of the world with music
I would have gained this power by a severe accident on my way to school. I was walking as a van full of bank robbers was speeding away from a robbery. These robbers were careless in their driving as they turned the corner to the street I was headed down. Instead of a backpack, I had a guitar case holding a very expensive guitar on my back and rolling a case of other high-quality instruments to donate to my school.The van turned and hit me hard, causing severe damage to almost all of my body. The last thing I was heard screaming before I blacked out was “Not the instruments!!!” As I awoke in the hospital, my body felt strange. It felt stiffer than normal, but with a new sense of feeling. I looked down upon my reconstructed body to see that arts of my flesh and bones had been put together with the remains of my precious musical tools.
My arm, composed partially of piano, looked as if someone had given me an extremely detailed tattoo, but to my surprise, the piano played. As the tune of the keyboard sung, my roommate in the hospital jumped to his feet. “I can walk?” he questioned in surprise. “I can walk!” he repeated, with more excitement and security. The tune of my body has healed a paralyzed man.
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