Dimes Stories

Every time Hadley Chase makes use of a dime, it seems to always connect her to two gorgeous boys: Evan Prince and Nathaniel Thordox. Coincidence? Or fate? ---------------------------------------------------------- At that moment, I really wanted to wring his neck out and stab his eyeballs out with a fork and- quickly, I shook my head, ridding it off of such violent thoughts. Nate Thordox brought out a whole new side of me I had never known to exist. He made me want to run his pretty face over with a bulldozer and- Ahhh!!! That thing is turning me into a murderer! I refuse to go to prison because of it! I was going to be a mature young lady and remain civilised with him. Even if he is the most obnoxious creature to ever set foot on earth? The little voice was back. I nod. Even so! With newfound determination, I turned towards him and opened my mouth to apologise but the imbecile cut me off. "Done fantasising about me yet?" He snickered. All was thrown out the window.

in my other account, I made a book about coin collecting. If that didn't get you interested in off and collecting, this will. This is my Coinstar finds, mostly silver finds. back when I wrote the book, I had only about some 6 oz of silver. Now I have a 8.5 Oz. based on silver prices now, since that book was last edited, they have skyrocketed to the highest I have seen them, in the heist I've been in my lifetime with the exception of the start of last decade. I calculated the price with the current price between 25 and $26, and all of this silver is worth for intrinsic value, $213. The numismatic value based on silver prices right now might take me to $300 at this point. However I am not selling it unless the price goes over $1,000 or something, which is not probably going to happen in my lifetime, well we cannot rule it out we'll see what happens and unfolds. Hopefully it's over $1,000 before I passed because I would like to have a fortune to pass on to my child.

This was a narrative piece written for my writer's craft course. We were supposed to take an event from our lives and turn it into a narrative piece. I decided to write about a story of loss within my life and chose to share it.

This is a poem inspired by, for lack of a better term, a black poet named Langston Hughs, he was very inspirational during segregation to alot of people. Though this description does not offer the best description of him, he is very acknowledged for the hope and inspiration that he brought to people of the past, and present day culture.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫?