Write a short story in about 100-150
words that begins with the following words“
It was raining hard that night. In my hurry to
get into the house, I didn’t notice the black car
parked across the road, I realized something was
wrong when…..”
Answers
Answer:
A Ghastly Rainy Night
It was raining heavily, the street lights had gone off and I was returning home after watching the late night show of a movie. Suddenly, I heard a sound behind me. I looked back but no one was there. I started walking again. Again I heard a sound. This time I was sure I’d heard a cry of pain. I took my cell-phone and switched on the torch-light and started flashing it around. I noticed that the sound was coming from the left side. I was frightened but I took courage and went towards the sound, what I saw gave me goose bumps. A man was lying in a pool of blood and his leg was crushed under a huge tree. On asking, he told me that he had stopped under the tree and was waiting for the rain to stop when suddenly out of the dark two men came on a bike. They robbed him of his valuables. When he cried for help they shot him. As if it was not enough, a storm started blowing immediately. The old tree could not stand against the raging storm. It was uprooted and his leg was crushed under it as it fell. I immediately called the ambulance because I could not lift that tree up. The ambulance arrived within no time. The people came and helped the man out of that painful experience. They lifted the tree with lots of labour, put the man in the ambulance and took him to the hospital.
I felt happy and contented that I had saved a life.
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Answer:
It was raining hard that night. In my hurry to get into the house, I didn’t notice the black car parked across the road. I realized something was wrong when I looked at my doormat and it was crooked. “But I never leave the doormat like this”, I thought. I checked under the doormat, and lo and behold, my key was missing. I started thinking of the million possibilities of who it might be behind my door.
I carefully opened the door without making a sound. It was difficult to do so, purely because of the fact that the house was a hundred years old and the hinges were on their last legs, red and rusty. I got in. I was being careful to take cover with my furniture because I was not aware of what I was dealing with when suddenly, I took a blow to the head. I woke up tied to a chair and with my forehead bleeding out. I could see the silhouette of a well-built man. I was terrified, not that I was in danger, but that I didn’t know what was soon going to follow. When the man came out to talk to me, I did not recognize him. He said something along the lines of “This is a routine robbery, don’t move or we will have to kill you.” He said ‘we’, but I could tell it was only him. As I slowly regained consciousness, I remembered that I had a cell phone in my back pocket. When the man went into the other room, I carefully pulled out my phone, which took about fifteen minutes. I could not see it. I tried to loosen the rope from my hands, and to my surprise, it was sloppily tied. I could now bring one hand in front of my face, but I was careful not to do so in front of him. I dialed the emergency number quickly. A lady picked up as soon as he came into the room again. I was wracking my brain for ideas. Finally, I asked the man, “Why did you choose to rob 1722 Oakland Drive, anyway? There’s nothing here.” The robber shushed me. I was praying that the lady had heard me.
Finally, I heard the sirens outside. The police had arrived in less than ten minutes, and I was saved. I learned that day to never leave my keys in a secret place ever again.