The coins lay there on the bedspread, half hidden by the backpack, the dull gold winking in the sunlight coming through the bedroom window. They called to him, as he passed by his sister’s doorway, calling louder than her voice could.
He knew that he could use that money for so many things, and so before his conscience came into play, he entered his sister’s room, snatching up the small pile of coins and stuck them in his jean pocket before he heard his sister coming back upstairs. He was relieved that he had inherited his father’s speed as he ran back into his bedroom, and switched on the tv.
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hgolightly1982
I'm a thirty something woman who lives in the north of England. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, creating stories both written and verbal since childhood. While studying at Edge Hill College, I got several poems published by a small publisher in the USA, and in Europe. I have been part of several writing groups, and done quite a few courses in a attempt to hone my writing skills further. I love reading different genres of fiction, knowing that the best way to develop my own writing, and my vocabulary is by exposing myself to the different ways that other people choose to describe things.
The most recent writing course that I've been part of, run by a published author, included a exercise in which we were challenged to read things that we would never usually even look at.
It inspired me to take up a challenge. Namely to attempt to read at least one book by every author which is stocked in my local library. I soon realised that I was being far too ambitious, especially given the fact that every library rotates their stock too often for me to keep track.
I've decided to instead attempt to read a book every day, starting with a author whose surname begins with A, and ending with a author whose surname begins with Z. It doesn't matter what the topic of the book is, or if it's fiction or non fiction, everything is useful for me at the minute.
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I think she’ll notice and know who. Cute little story, but what are the coins in the photo? 🙂
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Thanks for the comment. Glad that you liked the story. The coins are pound coins from the UK.
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