I turn the coin over in my hands a few times, trying to find something out of the ordinary about it. Ever since I was a child I was aware of this coin, and I knew I would receive it one day. Unfortunately, today is not that day. But I could borrow it and study it...until my dad finds me fiddling with it of course. He knows I think there's something odd about it so he always hides it in a new spot. But I always manage to find it again. So for probably the eleventh time I study every engravement, every detail. But I just find the same things. All the words are in a language I don't know. The symbols are also unknown to me even with extensive searching on the internet.
And-- "Well at this point I'm just surprised it took you this long to find it." He spoke taking the coin from my hand. "I don't think 3 days is that long considering I was at mom's for a day, and it was in my pillowcase." I slumped down in my place on the couch. "I suppose so, now why don't you do something besides obsess over some coin." He chuckled and walked away. I'd only had it for 10 minutes this time. Whatever, I'll find it again.
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Short Stories
RandomSo I love writing short stories or just excerpts based on one word or a small idea, and that's what this is gonna be made up of so I hope you enjoy :)
