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Question:-01

  1. Given below is a story idea. Your task is to build a story around it. You can choose to make your story serious or comic, depending on whichever you think you can handle better:
    A poor young boy or girl comes into an unexpected fortune. Not all fortunes are good. Sometimes discovering a fortune will destroy your life.Your story should revolve around this situation and reach a plausible conclusion.
Answer:

The Curse of Sudden Wealth

In a quiet, windswept village of Cobbleworth, tucked away between ancient forests and sprawling fields, lived Tim, a young boy with unruly hair and eyes that held galaxies. Tim was poor—his mother a seamstress and his father a carpenter—and yet he never failed to wear a perpetual smile on his face.
Despite his circumstances, he never envied the children who had more than him; instead, he found joy in the simple things—like the way the sun turned the sky into a canvas of orange and pink every evening, or how rain transformed the earthy scent of the soil into something intoxicating.
One summer’s day, after a morning filled with chores, Tim decided to explore the Old Woods, a mysterious forest that bordered the village. Tales of haunted spirits and long-lost treasures often dominated fireside conversations, but Tim was not afraid. The woods, he thought, were just misunderstood, much like him.
Armed with nothing but a stick he pretended was a sword, he ventured deeper and deeper into the forest until he reached the legendary Hollow Oak. It was said to be the oldest tree in the woods—a gnarled behemoth that seemed as though it held the weight of the world on its branches. Today, something felt different. The air grew colder and the wind seemed to whisper secrets.
Driven by an inexplicable curiosity, Tim decided to peek into a small hollow near the base of the tree. And there it was—a rusty old box, half-buried under damp leaves and twigs.
His heart pounding, he pulled the box out and opened it cautiously. Inside was a glittering hoard of gold coins, jewels, and a parchment with scribbles that seemed to be a map. It felt like a fortune enough to change not just his life but the entire village’s fate.
Elated and dizzy with dreams of prosperity, Tim carried the box home, hiding it under his bed until he could decide what to do with it. That night, he showed it to his parents, who reacted with a mix of disbelief, joy, and caution.
“Tim,” his father said, “good fortune rarely comes without strings attached.”
The next day, the rumors spread like wildfire. Tim had found the legendary treasure of the Old Woods, they said. The family, once struggling to make ends meet, suddenly became the epicenter of attention, admiration, and envy.
New friends and old acquaintances flocked to their humble house, each with their own reasons—some genuine, others veiled in deception. Advisors popped up offering to “invest” the money, and distant relatives whom Tim had never even heard of made unexpected visits.
But something else changed too. The close-knit community spirit of Cobbleworth seemed to shatter. Neighbors eyed each other suspiciously, wondering who would be the next to stumble upon a fortune. Even Tim’s childhood friends started treating him differently—as if his newfound wealth had created an insurmountable barrier between them.
Weeks turned into months, and the luster of the treasure began to tarnish. Tim noticed his parents arguing more, cracks forming in their once rock-solid relationship. The discussions were always the same—what to do with the money, who to trust, how to manage the never-ending stream of people who came asking for favors or loans.
And then came the drought—a cruel, relentless absence of rain that parched the fields and dried the streams. The villagers turned desperate, and eyes turned toward Tim and his family. “They have the wealth to save us,” they muttered, forgetting that no amount of gold could make the skies weep.
One night, unable to bear the heavy weight of his fortune, Tim took the box and returned to the Hollow Oak. There, he found another parchment hidden deeper in the hollow, one that he had missed before. It was a letter, old and weathered, warning of a curse that followed the treasure—a curse of broken friendships, fractured families, and unquenchable greed.
Tim buried the box back where he had found it and returned home. He told his parents what he had done, and for the first time in months, he saw relief wash over their faces.
“It was never our treasure to keep,” his mother said softly, hugging him tightly.
As if on cue, rain began to fall that night—a gentle, cleansing rain that seemed to wash away the layers of tension, mistrust, and envy that had settled over Cobbleworth.
Life returned to normal, or as normal as it could be. The treasure was never spoken of, but its lesson lingered in the hearts of Tim and his family. They had tasted the seductive allure of sudden wealth and found it laced with poison.
The villagers never found out what happened to the treasure, and Tim never ventured deep into the Old Woods again. But he learned something invaluable—some fortunes come at a cost too steep to pay, and the richest treasures are those that don’t turn friends into strangers and love into resentment.
And so, under the same sky of orange and pink sunsets, Tim realized that he was wealthy in ways that no treasure could ever provide.
The end.


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