Question

Write a story in about 150-200 words about a villager who saved the life of an old man who had fallen in the village well. plz write your own story ( NO SPAM PLZ).

Answer 1

one day iam going in the well and take the water on them then we dip the bucket on the well and then we suddenly see that one old man can come for that more than one ton of paper and tgat man was feeling very tierd and then i went going into that people and iam feeling very guilty and i am taking that paper and bring the water for them and the man was giving me blessing and then the people can goes in his way and iam feeling very happy and proud to us that help that old man.

Answer 2

I was driving by a road near the woods when I saw a small boy standing in the woods and crying. I had gone ahead, but, I saw his reflection in the mirror of my car and therefore drove back to the spot where he was standing all the time thinking that what was such a young boy doing in the woods. I halted my car near him and went to the place where he was standing. He continued to cry.

"Child, why are you crying and what are you doing by yourself all alone in the woods?"

There was no answer and he continued crying. I examined him. He looked to be around 8-9 years old.

I looked around the place to see if I could find anyone or see a dwelling nearby. But, there was no one in sight.

I again approached the boy. "What is your name?" But, again there was no answer and he continued with his crying. I drew a packed of biscuit from my car thinking that he might be hungry and offered it to the boy with the hope that it would pacify him. But, there was no reaction. He refused to stop crying. Finally, when I was about to give up, he held my hand and started tugging at it while pointing in ahead.

Thinking that he wanted me to lead him back to his dwelling, I started following him. We walked around hundred meters, when we came across a well.

The boy halted at the well and started pointing towards it. The wall of the well was dilapidated so I took careful steps to see what was in the well. I carefully rested one hand on the wall of the well and the other on the wood that was used to draw water from the well rather whatever was left of it.

I struggled to make out what is in the well as it was a little dark. Having strained my eyes to the maximum I finally managed to see what was at the bottom.

I was about to loose my balance out of shock. But, somehow I managed to balance myself and hurriedly drew away from the well. I had now started to sweat out of fear.

Floating at the bottom of the well was the dead body of the boy. I looked in the direction where he had stood sometime back. The boy was no longer there.

Sorry, a bit long for 150-200 words but had to build up the suspense.