write a short story of your own invention by continuing the following, "it was a cold winter". In 350 to 400 words.
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It was a cold winter night and I was walking alone towards my home thinking about the warmth and delicious food. The streets were deserted. Suddenly I heard the echo of footsteps in the silence of the night. I was scared! ‘Who could it be? A watch man, police, someone like me going home late at night or …some criminal following me?’ thought I. I started walking more briskly. My home was still a few hundred meters away. I thought of scramming for help; but then decided against it as everyone had gone to bed by that time. There was no soul around. People were fast asleep in their snug rooms.
As I began running towards my house, I felt the footsteps behind me moving swiftly towards me. I saw the outline of a tall man with cap moving rapidly towards me in the dark of the night. As I ran faster, the voice of the man following me shouted: ‘Stop! Or I will shoot you!’ Scared terribly I stopped. The man came closer to me! As he came closer, I saw in the light of the nearest lamppost that he was a cop. He said, ‘What are you doing outside so late in the cold night? I suspected you were either a criminal or a terrorist. If you had not stopped, I would have fired at you.’ I told him I was returning home after attending a friend’s birthday party. I showed him my identity card and showed him my house too. The cop escorted me to the house and wishing me good night went away.
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was a cold winter night.
All our efforts to start a bonfire went in vain. The wind was too strong to be defeated. So we all sat around the designated bonfire area, albeit without one.It was time to come up with something interesting to do.Eventually we settled for a round of sharing horror stories one by one. Afterall, what better way to enjoy a cold wintery night than to keep people on their toes.So, it began. There was this time when I was a kid, I had gone to my grandma's. Given that he wasn't much of a talker, we weren't expecting anything exciting to happen.“ I remember the first time I heard his voice. It felt as if it belonged to a burly man who had lost all his energy. There was no greeting or an introduction. Still, it felt like the most natural thing to talk to him.'There's no point in doing anything. It's all a waste.’ He talked like a philosopher. I liked him. He was such a great friend that I did not talk with any of my other friends anymore.That wasn't the only side effect of being his friend. Days passed and I started losing sleep and stopped playing piano. It was my mother who noticed this first.'You're a loser. You won't amount to anything in life.’ He said one day. I took it light-heartedly, after all he was a friend. So he was allowed to make fun of me once in a while.I had lost a lot of weight, I realised one day. I hadn't been eating food. Maybe that was another side effect of being his friend. I didn't mind it though.