Question

A story which ends with the statement:better late than never

Answer 1

The above question wants to assess your writing ability and your imagination, for that reason I can't answer it for you, but I'll show you how to answer it.

First, you need to keep in mind that your story must end with the sentence "better late than never." This means that you should think of a story where something very important and expected by the characters took a while to happen, but it happened after a long wait.

After that, you should write your story in three parts, according to the following steps:

• Start: Introduce the characters and setting where the story takes place.

• Middle: Present the character's goals and desires and develop interactions between that character and others, as well as interactions with the setting. It's important that in this part of the story, you show what element this character is hoping to happen.

• Final: Show how agonizing this wait is for the character, but how rewarding it is on the day that element finally happens. Show how happy and relieved the character feels.

More information is below:

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Answer 2

A frightening place

As I woke up on the wet forest floor with that familiar taste in my mouth, there was warm blood running from my head down to my face, and the bold taste of blood traveled into my mouth. I slowly got up and eventually struggled to my feet. My vision was blurred and I tried looking around, it was useless, it was dark as a demon’s dread thought. I stumbled around trying to find some sort of light source,  then saw the bright light through the thickness of the trees. I got on the ground and crawled slowly towards the light. Behind all the thick leaves, I saw a silhouette in the distance of what looked like a castle. As I came to the edge of the jungle, there it was: an opened field of grass. I struggled to get up on my feet again. I fell onto the grass, and it felt like knives were stabbing into my skin. The grass was dead and dry. It looked like no one had been taking care of it for many years. I finally got up, not fully balanced, but enough to keep me going. Mist covered the path in front of me and unexpectedly there was a giant gate made from rusty metal. I tried opening it, but i was just not strong enough. I took a couple of steps back, and charged the gate... it didn’t open, so I waited a couple of minutes to get my energy back then tried again. Barged into the gate and it budged opened. It made a piercing noise. My ears felt like they were going to bleed. Out of the blue it started to pour with rain. The lighting whipped across the sky and lit up the whole area and it showed the silhouette of a castle, I was so close to it, it felt like a couple of steps away. And followed with that, the thunder roared like i’ve never heard. Goosebumps took over me as the wind hushed.

I eventually got to the front door of the castle. I knocked a couple of times, and there was no response. Just as I was about to knock again, the door creaked open. There was no one there. I walked in at a slow pace. It was pitch-dark, I heard whispers and it felt like someone was watching me. I shivered from the draughty chill of the castle. The air smelled musty and dusty. In a flash, the chandelier turned on and the room lit up. A wooden dining table with a glass of wine that looked freshly poured was placed in the centre of the room. Paintings were on the wall. Some landscapes, some people, but there was one, which looked very familiar. It was of a girl, blue eyes, light brown hair, and holding a bouquet of flowers. I scanned the room briefly and saw some stairs that led up somewhere. I decided to follow that stairs up. The steps were made with old stones, and the walls had cracks on them.  

I got to the top. It was dark. There were more paintings, similar to the ones down stairs, but these were bigger, I could see the paintings only when I squinted my eyes, since it was so dark.  I walked to the windows, and gazed outside, the sky was cloudy, lightning was whipped gently in the clouds, and the rain sprinkled. I ran my fingers on the windowsill, it had no dust, like someone was living here. This place felt like home. I turned around to observe the room further, to see if I could find a source of light, like a candle or a torch. There was something covered with a dark cloth. I went towards it. I lifted up the cloth and it felt silky. And there was a box, a wooden box, which had the shape of a coffin. I opened it with all my energy. I started to cry in horror, it was a dead body. It kind of looked like the girl in the paintings from down stairs. I heard some footsteps on the stairs, and I got scared so I hid behind an object. I curled up into a ball, and cried slightly, being frightened. I closed my eyes and hoped that whoever or whatever was coming up from downstairs was going to get me.Suddenly I felt something grab onto me, pulled me up, I opened my eyes and saw it was a tall person, a man precisely. The lighting cracked it and lit up the room enough for me to have a glance of his face. The man had scars on his face, he had dark dreary eyes. He whispered into my ear in a deep voice, and it gave me chills up my spine. “Better late than never”

you can just edit it (it was a story i wrote, you can just make it fit)