PHOTOSHOP STORIES Episode 1- Winter

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Welcome to the first episode of Photoshop Stories, where I photoshop images and tell stories with them. 😃 This way, I get to improve my Photoshop skills and also practice my writing. 

This piece is going to be the beginning of the 'Seasons’ Series'. Try to say that pretty fast without biting your tongue, I dare you.

Today's title is winter and without further ado, let’s get into it.

Photo: 

📸Credits: (Woman by Photo by Ayo Ogunseinde on Unsplash), (Background by Pixabay on Pexel.com), (Snow from falling snow PNG Designed By 588ku from <a href="https://pngtree.com/">Pngtree.com</a>) 
Photo by Me on https://www.instagram.com/cloudywithachanceofmagic_/ 



Story:

WINTER

She was swept in the ruckus of the heavy wind, but she kept on walking through the thick snow. Her shoes got heavier and heavier as she stomped on. She hugged her blanket closer to herself and continued to scream out his name. “Benny! Benny, where are you?!” She had been at it for what felt like 10 minutes now and her teeth had begun to knock together, every step she took became tougher than the last. “Benny, it’s happening”. “Benny please where are you”. Her left leg hung like a dead rock, surges of pain gushed through her body, she couldn’t walk any longer, so she sat in the snow. Her exposed feet were turning blue in her house slippers. Fear did not paralyze her, she started to move quickly now because she could feel another wave building. This time she did not hold it in, this was happening, and it was happening now. Her scream released her pain and created space for what was about to come. She edged herself up and crawled to the Oaktree beside her. She had always hated this tree and now she was going to tell her daughter that this was the place she was born. She had read about the woman that gave birth to her baby in the tub of a hotel in a foreign country, this definitely beat that. Another wave was coming, she was going to use this one. She pulled off her now wet pyjamas bottoms and started to squat. Her fingers brushed herself and she felt her baby’s head. That was when all her fear doubled, fear for her unborn child. Now was the time for her to become a mother for her baby. She lay her blanket down and bent over it. The contractions were coming within seconds now, another one was edging in. She was ready, waiting like a mother hen. It hit, she screamed deep from her belly. She was pushing, it was happening. It was working. She started to deepen her breathe now, panting consciously and getting ready for the next one. “Here we go, you can do this”. Another came tumbling in, she pushed so hard she thought she might rip open. Now she could see her baby girl’s head pushing through. My child, she is already a fighter, she thought. By now, her lips were blue, but she did not feel them. The wind was gusting stronger as the storm began to build. She hugged herself tight, another wave was coming, she screamed, her voice cracking. Her baby edged on closer. She held the blanket around her fists as the final push came and with it her baby. ‘My love’, she whispered. Her baby’s cry was choked by the volume of the storm. “All 10 fingers and 10 toes, baby Winter, I love you.”


What do you think? If this picture inspires you to write, don't keep all that creative energy to yourself. Write a piece and tag "Photoshopstories"  and include today's title "Winter" so we can all enjoy it too😃. The comments are also always a good place to start😉


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