Question

Write, in around 250-300 words, a composition on "Looking through the window..."

P.S. Don't answer anything absurd unless you wanna be dissed.

Answer 1

Hi friend,
Here is ur ans:-
Looking through the window,a 12 year boy was waiting for his parents to come.
It was raining heavily.It was already dark by then.
The boy was happy as his parents had promised him to buy a game and some comic books.
Suddenly he heard a knock on the door.
The boy was very happy and he ran towards the door.
While opening the door ,he saw a tall man of his father's age.
The man smiled and hugged him and said,"Oh dear, you have grown up.I haven't seen you since ages.Do you know who am I?I am your father's fourth cousin."
He was surprised because his father had told him that he had only three cousins and he also didn't saw this man before.
The boy asked him to seat as it was raininh heavily.When he was going to bring him a glass of water,then the man showed him a knife and shouted,"Give me all your money , otherwise I shall kill you."
The boy was very frightened.He regreted for opening the door to a stranger.The boy said,"I don't know where my parents kept their money"
The man did't listen and attacked the boy with a knife.
"Ouch",shouted the boy and began to cry loudly.He got hurt on his right hand.The man heard the voice of his parents and ran away.
His parents were shocked to see their son bleeding on the floor.
They took him immediately to the hospital.The doctor gave him some medicines and asked to take some rest.His parents praised him for his bravery.
Hope it helps.

Answer 2

Looking Through The Window :-

Gone. All Gone. They've left me alone, just to die. I bet they aren't even searching for me. No one cared for me in my whole worthless life, and now I reside here, crying and feeling pity on myself. I miss my mom. My mom, she is the kindest person you could ever see. Her smile fades off every pain to nothing and she is the sweetest, no, not the sweetest, the greatest of all. I wonder what could she be doing right now when after they ruined off my wedding with Max. They killed everyone, my relatives and friends and guests and Max.. too. I hope my mom is okay. It was the last time when I heard her voice, crying and saying, "Xav! Run! Run!". But then, it faded, faded off amidst the murders and blood. What if they had killed her too? She was the only one whom I could call mine in this lone, empty place. I will never accept this fact, she can't leave me alone when I needed her the most. But those murderers, they took her away from me and grabbed me by the hair, and scribbled me on the road brutally. I was crying, I was dying but they didn't care. My skin tore off, my dress dyed in red and they then hit me with a heavy stone, making my head bleed and leaving me fainted. I don't know how many days have passed, or hours after they threw me into this place, wet and muddy, and with just a light of a window. That window gives me hope of a new life, a new light filled with happiness. In this dead and quiet darkness, I look through the window, hoping to be found by someone soon.