Write a short story in about 250 words beginning with the following line:
‘The park was usually brightly lit and full of people, but tonight it was strangely silent.’
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Answer:
A Terrible Collision Night before the zonal debate competition I was practicing my part till late night. Everyone was fast asleep. Even I was planning to go to sleep. Suddenly there was a loud crash. I jumped out of my bed and rushed out to see the cause of that sound. The sight outside was ghastly. Two cars had collided with each other because of the dense fog. The occupants of both the cars were screaming and shouting for help. Other people had also come out of their houses after hearing the sound. In a flash of second everyone started helping the injured. There were four young men in one car who were returning after attending a party while a family was there in the other car. The drivers of both the cars were badly injured. I called up the ambulance service and the police as well. Within no time the ambulance reached there. It was a tough job taking the passengers out of the front seat as they had got stuck in their seats due to the collision. Many helping hands came forward and finally all the passengers from both cars were taken out. They were taken to a nearby hospital. Two people had not received serious injuries so they were asked to inform their family members about the accident. One man from the crowd informed the authorities to send a crane as the cars had blocked the road as well. It took almost one hour for all this. Then I went inside but I could not practice any more due to the terrible scenes flashing in my mind. The only good thing was that nobody had lost his or her life and all were safe.
Answer:
And the shortest root goes back to
when my own daughter, a sixth-grader at
the time, became intrigued by my stories
about my “Egyptian period” and started
her own version of the Egypt Game. Her
game was much more complicated than
nine and involved many of the activities
I described in the story, including the
mummification of our parakeet, who,
like Elizabeth’s Prince Pete-ho-tep, died
by feline assassination. A few years
later, when my daughter was in her
teens, she sometimes threatened to go
through every one of my books looking
for all the good ideas she had given me
—and charge me for them!
But as I said before, all these idea roots came from rather ordinary sources
that needed to be built on and woven
together until they became the story of
The Egypt Game.
Nobody knew for sure what the A-Z
meant. Perhaps it referred to the fact that
all sorts of strange things—everything
from A to Z—were sold in the store. Or
perhaps it had something to do with the
owner’s name. However, no one seemed
to know for sure what his name actually
was. It was all part of a mysterious
uncertainty about even the smallest item
of public information about the old man.