xoxdanielle18
03-09-2008, 05:41 PM
Planet Mole
Introduction
The boy didn’t find the coin, the coin found him. It was the perfect way to be found. If it had been a sunny day, the boy would be enjoying the weather far too much and would have ignored the mysterious object. If it had been snowing, the coin would have been covered to show itself to no one.
It chose to come on a rainy day, the perfect day. There it sat, in the middle of the sidewalk. The boy slowly got off at his bus stop and put his hood up and his hands sunk into his sweat shirt pockets. Slowly, he walked up the hill on this dismal day, staring at his feet. He counted his steps since he had nothing better to do on a day like today. One, two, three…seven, eight. He continued on counting until he stopped at none other but his 37th step. There on the ground, next to his left sneaker sat the coin. He reached down and picked it up. The metal was faded, rusted, and all together tarnished. Something was written on the front. The boy tried to make it out but couldn’t see through the rust or rain that still poured down upon him. He put the coin deep in his pocket and noticed himself walking a bit faster. He reached the top of the hill, which was where his house was. He unlocked the front door with the spare key that sat under the doormat and walked inside.
The house was quiet and untouched. No one was home. The only noises were the boy’s squeaky shoes pressing against the hardwood floor and the tapping of rain against the window. He set his wet backpack down gently in the laundry room and slowly plugged the sink up. He ran some warm water into it and added dish detergent. Then, he dropped the coin in to clean off. As the coin sat in the water, the boy undressed into some dry clothes.
Once finished, he reached into the water and pulled the coin to the surface. His eyes were suddenly shocked. It wasn’t the same coin, it couldn’t be. His coin was rusty and worn and dirty. This coin was shiny and looked like it had been kept in a glass casing for ages. The boy felt the coin with his dry fingers. He felt the ridges and the letters on the front. He then gazed into the sink of water. It didn’t look dirty at all. Bubbles sat on the top.
“Wow,” he whispered to himself. What was this thing? He held it up to the light so he could read the message that was encrypted on the front.
“”
It was in another language, one the boy had never seen. What could it mean? Whose was it? Little did he know that the coin was his. It was his destiny.
Introduction
The boy didn’t find the coin, the coin found him. It was the perfect way to be found. If it had been a sunny day, the boy would be enjoying the weather far too much and would have ignored the mysterious object. If it had been snowing, the coin would have been covered to show itself to no one.
It chose to come on a rainy day, the perfect day. There it sat, in the middle of the sidewalk. The boy slowly got off at his bus stop and put his hood up and his hands sunk into his sweat shirt pockets. Slowly, he walked up the hill on this dismal day, staring at his feet. He counted his steps since he had nothing better to do on a day like today. One, two, three…seven, eight. He continued on counting until he stopped at none other but his 37th step. There on the ground, next to his left sneaker sat the coin. He reached down and picked it up. The metal was faded, rusted, and all together tarnished. Something was written on the front. The boy tried to make it out but couldn’t see through the rust or rain that still poured down upon him. He put the coin deep in his pocket and noticed himself walking a bit faster. He reached the top of the hill, which was where his house was. He unlocked the front door with the spare key that sat under the doormat and walked inside.
The house was quiet and untouched. No one was home. The only noises were the boy’s squeaky shoes pressing against the hardwood floor and the tapping of rain against the window. He set his wet backpack down gently in the laundry room and slowly plugged the sink up. He ran some warm water into it and added dish detergent. Then, he dropped the coin in to clean off. As the coin sat in the water, the boy undressed into some dry clothes.
Once finished, he reached into the water and pulled the coin to the surface. His eyes were suddenly shocked. It wasn’t the same coin, it couldn’t be. His coin was rusty and worn and dirty. This coin was shiny and looked like it had been kept in a glass casing for ages. The boy felt the coin with his dry fingers. He felt the ridges and the letters on the front. He then gazed into the sink of water. It didn’t look dirty at all. Bubbles sat on the top.
“Wow,” he whispered to himself. What was this thing? He held it up to the light so he could read the message that was encrypted on the front.
“”
It was in another language, one the boy had never seen. What could it mean? Whose was it? Little did he know that the coin was his. It was his destiny.