write a story on sunset seeing boy word limit 200
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THOSE DAYS IN THE PAST
Satish was standing on the balcony watching the last rays of the Sun. Loud and angry voices in the street below distracted his attention. He ran down the stairs to see what had happened and when he reached down the stairs he saw Ashish and Varun his neigbours son's fighting over a bicycle as they had only one bicycle . But that was a normal issue so I did not take it a very big. But this time it went a bit to far because when I was trying to stop them Ashish punched me on the hand and that hurted a lot but I just held up with it. But those two were fighting a bit to much that the children who were playing in the compound formed a crowd that left me with no choice other than calling their parents down to stop it. And their parents came down with me to stop it and as soon as they both saw their parents coming from there they both were speechless. But suddenly water droplets started coming from the sky. Within a few seconds it started raining heavily and we all ran inside the building. But when I looked around Ashish and Varun were nowhere to be seen among all of us. So we thought that they both again started fighting so we all ran to the compound to check and we were to surprised to see what they were doing(enjoying the rain).Then all the children who were with us also went with them(to enjoy the rain with them).
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The Boy Who Rode into the Sunset
Once upon a time — it was not so very long ago, either — a little boy, named Neville, lived with his people in a house which was almost in the country. That is to say, it was just at the edge of the city; and at the back of the house was a rather large hill, which was quite bald.
Neville, who was fond of playing by himself, would often wander to the top of the bald hill; and if he stood right on top of it and looked one way, toward the East, he could see right over the city, with all its tall buildings and domes and spires and smoking chimneys. But looking the other way, to the West, he could see for miles over the beautiful country, with its green fields and orchards and white roads and little farm houses.
One evening Neville was playing alone on the top of the hill when he noticed that one of the very finest sunsets he had ever seen was just coming on. The sky in the West, away over the broad country lands, was filled with little clouds of all sorts and shapes, and they were just beginning to take on the most wonderful colours.
Neville had often before amused himself with watching clouds and the strange shapes into which they changed themselves — sometimes like great mountain ranges, sometimes like sea-waves, and very often like elephants and lions and seals and all manner of interesting things of that sort. But never before had he been able to make out so many animal shapes in the clouds. The sky was almost as good as a Zoo. There were kangaroos and elephants and a hen with chickens and wallabies and rabbits and a funny man with large ears and all sorts of other peculiar shapes.
The sun was sinking behind a distant range of hills, where a golden light shone out as if through a gateway. It was so much like a great golden gateway that Neville fell to wondering what might be found on the other side of it.
Suddenly, right in the middle of all the coloured clouds, he saw one little cloud which was perfectly white, and, as he watched it, he noticed that it seemed to be shaped like a small horse. A very small horse it seemed at that distance; but, as Neville gazed, it grew bigger and bigger, just as if it were coming toward him very fast, and he was almost certain he could see its legs moving.