There  was a contest in a company to write a fictional story for 500 words max which  would start with the line "On a dark and foggy night, a small figure lay huddled  on the railway tracks leading to the 
This is what one  professional wrote for the contest....... surprisingly, it was adjudged the best  short story ;;))
On a dark and foggy  night, a small figure lay huddled on the railway tracks leading to the  
 I opened the  envelope to find a shining paper on which the appraisal details where typed in  flying colors. Thunders broke into my ears and lightening struck my heart when I  saw the appraisal amount of the dead guy!!!!! My God, it was not even, as much  as the cost of the letter on which the appraisal details were printed.... My  heart poured out for the guy and huge calls were heard inside my mind saying "no  wonder, this guy died such a miserable death"...  As a fellow worker in the same  industry, I thought I should mourn for him for the sake of respect and stood  there with a heavy heart thinking of the shock that he would have experienced  when his manager had placed the appraisal letter  in his hand. I am sure his  heart would have stopped and eyes would have gone blank for few seconds looking  at the near to nothing increment in his salary.
While I mourned for him,  for a second my hands froze to see the employee's name in the appraisal  letter... hey, what a strange co-incidence, this
guy's name is same as mine,  including the initials. This was interesting. With some mental strength, I  turned the body upside down and found myself fainted for a second. The guy not  only had my name, but also looked exactly like me. Same looks, same built, same  name.... it was me who was dead there!!!!!!!! While I was lost in that shock, I  felt someone patting on my shoulders. My heart stopped completely, I could not  breathe and sprung in fear to see who was behind......... splash!!! Went the  glass of water on my laptop screen as I came out of my wild dream to see my  manager standing behind my chair patting on my shoulder saying, "wake up man?  Come to meeting room number two. I have your appraisal letter ready"  
 
