Stories tagged “treasure”
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One Man's Trash
Tears dripped slowly from the walls of the decrepit abode. Stairs cried with the anguish of memories of many years neglect. The foundation wobbled with insecurity. Paint faded to various bleak shades. What a drab sight it was, but it’s inhabitant...
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The Brass Star
It was one of the brass stars that marked where Union Troops had shelled the unfinished capital building during Sherman’s March. I looked left then right, and then pried the star off the wall. There behind it was a roll of old and brittle paper. ...
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The Brass Ring
I looked through the peephole and saw an older man dressed like a Southern Colonel, right down to his Colonel Sanders mustache and goatee, only his was salt and pepper in color. I opened the door a crack and he took off his hat and said, “May I h...
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Leaving Stowed Treasures Lie
A boy awakens. The dust of the attic is peacefully settled about him, and the sun no longer streams through the window. Pale light now sifts through, pitiably diffuse and weak. Worries start to nag at the boy, creeping from the shadows and reeking of a...
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hidden treasure
“You know,” Zooey said, peeking her head inside the room, “If you’re going to crash at my place when you’re too drunk to come home after whatever it is you do, I’d really appreciate some kind of gratuity present̷...
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Stockton's Hoard
Captain Stockton turned north and walked toward a large rock outcropping. He made notes on his map by the light of the full moon while three of his crewmen struggled along behind with a large chest full of gold doubloons. The treasure had nearly capsiz...
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I found treasure
When I was little, I wanted to be a pirate and find treasure. My mom was not happy to find detritus lining my pockets. When she queried, I shrugged and told her about finding treasure. “Treasure is not about what you find. It’s about the pe...
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suspicions aroused
Zooey turned to go, but stopped suddenly, spinning around daintily on her toes. “By the way,” she started with a puzzled expression, “Have you seen any of my coffee mugs? I swear, every time I put one down it disappears into some sort...
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Who would believe old man Worbash?
When I arrived at the old house, there was silence. On the ground floor, near the fireplace, there was this big trunk set in a corner. The note said: “Look for the treasure in the box of surprises.” I tested the trunk’s cover. It was ...
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Alastair Keckilpenny's Treasure
My Uncle Alastair died last week at the remarkable age of 110. Alastair Keckilpenny was my Great, Great Uncle on my Mother’s side of the family. I met him only once, on the occasion of his 95th birthday, celebrated in Wakefield, Yorkshire. I was ...
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Forever unwind
To my surprise, what I did find, was nothing I’d ever seen. An old watch with no band, three hours behind, but still ticking along with ease. Three half pence, cut down the middle, their bronze plain to see. A stack of letters, postage paid, turn...
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Thorg and Spannael
“Wots this then?” the customs inspector pulled a bit of junk from the sack of junk Thorg had dumped on the desk. Spannael, being patted down by a surly guard, leaned over to look at it. “Nothing, innit? Just a bit o’ shine from ...
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Frank's Map
Frank is a man with a problem. He has been doing drugs since the age of fourteen. First weed, than some pills that made him see things and finally needles. I’m not sure what kind of sweet venom he’s actually putting into his bloodstream. I&...