Hello all,
Do you know power words? What do they do when they trigger in your mind? Do they influence you to write a strongly-woven thought or a story? Yes, that is the power of words. If you take some time off to flip through some pages of my blog, you'll see an ample number of stories. That's what the words boost my brain to weave story. Most stories that I've written and published on my blog are written during night time. Words are simply amazing! Today, the post that I'm publishing revolves around only one word that is 'Blanket' and I finished writing a story! I would love to hear your stories as well and would like to know what is that word that triggered a story in your mind! Till then I just want you to just chill and read this story!
P.S I've written that word in bold letters that triggered me to write this story!
Do you know power words? What do they do when they trigger in your mind? Do they influence you to write a strongly-woven thought or a story? Yes, that is the power of words. If you take some time off to flip through some pages of my blog, you'll see an ample number of stories. That's what the words boost my brain to weave story. Most stories that I've written and published on my blog are written during night time. Words are simply amazing! Today, the post that I'm publishing revolves around only one word that is 'Blanket' and I finished writing a story! I would love to hear your stories as well and would like to know what is that word that triggered a story in your mind! Till then I just want you to just chill and read this story!
P.S I've written that word in bold letters that triggered me to write this story!
A blanket
The
roads, cars, roofs and corners of the busiest New York City were blanketed by
snow. A fire melts her coldness for some time but as she wrapped herself with a
blanket she felt warmer.
Aaliya's mother was busy packing her daughter’s bag as she was being sent away to the
boarding school and she didn’t know how long it would take to see her daughter
again. It could take 4-5 months or it could take a year. A tear rolled down on
her cheek as she packed her bag with a blanket. Aaliya entered the room running
towards her mom. She took Aaliya in her arms and said, “This blanket would give
the warmth whenever you need it” and she meant it.
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A
roadside beggar could feel the chilly weather and he thought to himself that
the weather would really kill him. Even a thought of dying in chilly weather
made him shiver more and so he pulled his torn blanket and covered himself. He
turned to the other side and slept in his tiny hut.
Margarita
was feeling nostalgic during the Christmas. She got up from her chair and
opened the cupboard. She took the blanket out. While her mind flooded with
memories her blanket soaked with her tears. The blanket was a gift from her
grandma who died one year back.
A
blanket can be a memory, a cover that protect from chilly weather; provides
much-needed warmth, a gift or simply a blanket. There is a story behind every
blanket, what yours?
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