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The Treasure Box.
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The old, treasure chest layed exposed when the storm retreated. Water from the sea shore washed sands and little seaweeds unto the body of the box.
A little boy scampered towards the frail looking box. Curiosity gnawed his insides at the thought of what the box held.
The rain had just stopped, all he had to do was go back home, give his papa the message he asked him to collect, and nothing more. But this box, albeit old looking, kept calling him. Should he wait and search the box? or leave now and forever be inquisitive to what the contents may be.
He had a deep emotional battle with himself, until he finally answered the call.
He crouched down, then raised the top of the old chest—desperately awaiting something magnificent—what he saw made his mouth form an O shape, as his widened eyes took in the beauty infront of him.
It was more than magnificent; it was something he had never seen in gargantuans before; it was gold coins. The corners of his mouth...
The old, treasure chest layed exposed when the storm retreated. Water from the sea shore washed sands and little seaweeds unto the body of the box.
A little boy scampered towards the frail looking box. Curiosity gnawed his insides at the thought of what the box held.
The rain had just stopped, all he had to do was go back home, give his papa the message he asked him to collect, and nothing more. But this box, albeit old looking, kept calling him. Should he wait and search the box? or leave now and forever be inquisitive to what the contents may be.
He had a deep emotional battle with himself, until he finally answered the call.
He crouched down, then raised the top of the old chest—desperately awaiting something magnificent—what he saw made his mouth form an O shape, as his widened eyes took in the beauty infront of him.
It was more than magnificent; it was something he had never seen in gargantuans before; it was gold coins. The corners of his mouth...
