It was an unusual day to begin with. Although, my mother tried to laugh at my fears and did her best to put my mind at rest, I could distantly sense that something terrible was going to happen soon. I didn’t know what it was, but the feeling of discomfort persisted. I peeked through my window, to see a war outside. I am now confined in my abode and scared by the people battling outside. People shot each other with guns and bombs and made the street into a battle ground. The mere thought that I have to step outside, gives me goosebumps, unfortunately there is no other option. I acquisted all my courage and then took my bulletproof and sheild to face the battle. Unfortunately, I forgot my helmet and got a shot on my head. My face turned red and what I feared the most has come true. My aim to not get shot by any colour this holi has failed, but now all my fears have turned into exitement to win the colourful battle of holi – a colourful war.
“The Most Fearsome War- Short Story”
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