In the movies pirates find treasure all the time usually marked under an X on the beach. But in real life treasure can be found in all sorts of different ways. You can treasure a certain person in your heart or something around your house where you live.
The world spun around me, but I kept it tucked away with a clandestine feeling of comfort. Comfort like the comfort of a blanket wrapped tight against your skin when the air would rather see your blood cooled. I treasured it because I could.
It’s been 18 days since i last sailed out to sea, but i finally found the treasure i’ve been looking for. This island is stranded though. No people. No animals. I’m out of luck and alone without shipmates. I’d kill for any type of food. I would because i already have. He didn’t see it coming.
I was swimming underwater when I found it. the large, golden treasure chest. I imagined all the amazing rubies, emeralds, diamonds, pearls, and silver and gold coins. I would’ve opened it the first second I saw it, except it was locked with a very elaborate lock and the code was in some weird ancient language that I didn’t know how to decipher.
When I think of treasure, I automatically think of the gold kind — the stuff that pirates searched for. But I then think of things that I love. Like…music? Mor like music items. Like earbuds. Now I’m thinking food as well :P
I found a great treasure as I was walking home after school yesterday. It was burried deeply in the middle of the forest. It was a time capsule filled with different strange things.
The treasure was like no other. It was neither shiny or dull. It was neither old or new. It was very much a personal item to the owner. One that could not be lived without.
“Listen, Sam, I know how much you want this.”
Sam was silent. The wind was light, stale; the jungle forestry around them was rustling faintly.
“We don’t need it.”
Nathan’s voice was strained. He lifted a hand towards his brother pleadingly.
A distant boom echoed. Rafe was still at work.
“Let’s go home now.”
Sam turned his back on the island.
“Fine.”
Treasure has always been a mystery to me. The gold, and the riches. As for the fictional books I have read, somehow the good one always receives the treasure for his goodness.
But what if it was the evil one? Don’t viallains sometimes win?
She closed the box, greedily looking around to make sure no one else was around. “Mine,” she whispered, as if to make it certain to the universe that she was intending to keep it.
the things that I treasure now are the simple transactions of what transpires between two souls each day. nothing fancy. nothing to impress. just the simple pleasantries of the day.
We’d been digging for hours and hours, shovels hacking at the tough dirt and only just breaking through. Our hole was barely three feet deep when there was a loud, hollow thud. We’d hit something. Eagerly, our fatigue forgotten, we seized the handles and dragged it up onto the scrub. No lock; the lid was thrown back greedily. I dug through, tossing aside useless money and cursed Incan gold. And there, right at the bottom, my prize: Mr. Bunny. It had been so long since I’d held him…
I sit at my vanity mirror and look at the small trinket in my palm: a key ring with a single, silver key. It shines dully in the fluorescent lights of my room, an item that would be seen as unimportant to anyone else, but it is my treasure.
treasure are his eyelids fixed onto mine
treasure is the way he looks at me
the way he treats me
and million other girls
i did not mean that
he doesnt love them like he loves me
they dont love him like i love him
treasure is always important for me. i nourish a dream if i can discover any hidden treasure and become a rich man, then all my treasure would be spent for the poor.
It was not the treasure he had expected to find, but this journey was not wasted. He had never felt more alive than when he was with her, and although the box was empty when they found it, he had found something even more precious in her.
There’s a place in my heart where I store things that I love. In that place, small, secretive, safe, I hide away my little trove of treasures. They’re seeds– memories of laughter and love, moments of passion, of deep pain, of sincerity. Of life. And there they wait. And there they grow.
I want to find a treasure. Finding treasure is sure to change my life. But what is treasure? Gold, money, love? Treasure needs to be life changing and positive. Will I be greedy with my treasure or will I be generous?
He kept asking around the beach resorts and the colonies of people camped out in small enclaves around the beach and the forest. He didn’t want to ask for it by name, but everyone knew that he was looking for the treasure. “What a jerk,” one man in dreadlocks said after he had walked away with his metal detector. “Everyone knows that the true treasure is the ocean out there. Blue. Sapphire blue.”
“I found buried treasure!” shrieked a little girl from the dune close to where my boyfriend and I were soaking in the sun. As her mother ran over, we were surprised not to hear approval or cooing, but instead a blood-curdling scream.
“Honey!” her scurrying father suddenly yelled. “Don’t touch that!”
Yes, a five-year-old aspiring archaeologist had discovered a complete human skeleton, buried on the beach.
In the movies pirates find treasure all the time usually marked under an X on the beach. But in real life treasure can be found in all sorts of different ways. You can treasure a certain person in your heart or something around your house where you live.
Treasure can be a variety of different things. It might be gold, or gems, perhaps even a person.
My heart soars
My heart sours
As I see the gleam shine though the dull
Tarnished by age and soil
It matters not
The world spun around me, but I kept it tucked away with a clandestine feeling of comfort. Comfort like the comfort of a blanket wrapped tight against your skin when the air would rather see your blood cooled. I treasured it because I could.
A pirates treasure, a treasure hunt, gold, a very expensive chest, diamonds.
“I want to find treasure in dumpsters!” said Todd
It’s been 18 days since i last sailed out to sea, but i finally found the treasure i’ve been looking for. This island is stranded though. No people. No animals. I’m out of luck and alone without shipmates. I’d kill for any type of food. I would because i already have. He didn’t see it coming.
I went looking for buried treasure and I found boots and old books, all though it may not be millions of dollars it was still treasure to me.
I am trying to find treasure. I have a map where it will led me to x marks the spot, I will start to dig it up.
I was swimming underwater when I found it. the large, golden treasure chest. I imagined all the amazing rubies, emeralds, diamonds, pearls, and silver and gold coins. I would’ve opened it the first second I saw it, except it was locked with a very elaborate lock and the code was in some weird ancient language that I didn’t know how to decipher.
When I think of treasure, I automatically think of the gold kind — the stuff that pirates searched for. But I then think of things that I love. Like…music? Mor like music items. Like earbuds. Now I’m thinking food as well :P
Maybe I’m hungry….
I found a great treasure as I was walking home after school yesterday. It was burried deeply in the middle of the forest. It was a time capsule filled with different strange things.
The treasure was like no other. It was neither shiny or dull. It was neither old or new. It was very much a personal item to the owner. One that could not be lived without.
I TREASURE my necklace because my grandfather gave it to me and it means a lot to me!!!!!!
THIS kind of treasure dosent mean riches it means you treasure somthing or you hold on to somthing!!!!Or you care about something really important
TREASURE,SHINES,GOLD,SILVER,BRONZE,
TREASURE,SHINES,GOLD,SILVER,BRONZE,WORTH A BUNCH OF MONEY!!!!!!!
THATS IT!!!!!!! we had hit the jackpot of treasure!!!!!! now we are going to be filthy rich!!!!!
Its only recognized by those who are self aware
“Listen, Sam, I know how much you want this.”
Sam was silent. The wind was light, stale; the jungle forestry around them was rustling faintly.
“We don’t need it.”
Nathan’s voice was strained. He lifted a hand towards his brother pleadingly.
A distant boom echoed. Rafe was still at work.
“Let’s go home now.”
Sam turned his back on the island.
“Fine.”
Treasure has always been a mystery to me. The gold, and the riches. As for the fictional books I have read, somehow the good one always receives the treasure for his goodness.
But what if it was the evil one? Don’t viallains sometimes win?
She closed the box, greedily looking around to make sure no one else was around. “Mine,” she whispered, as if to make it certain to the universe that she was intending to keep it.
that is what you are
baby you´re my golden star
Hold on let me take a sip of my PSL latte and grab my sparkly Ugg boots
I´m a snowflake
At least the colour
the things that I treasure now are the simple transactions of what transpires between two souls each day. nothing fancy. nothing to impress. just the simple pleasantries of the day.
treasure means hidden things not only money or gold. This also means the people hidden talents also. People also like gold and i also like
We’d been digging for hours and hours, shovels hacking at the tough dirt and only just breaking through. Our hole was barely three feet deep when there was a loud, hollow thud. We’d hit something. Eagerly, our fatigue forgotten, we seized the handles and dragged it up onto the scrub. No lock; the lid was thrown back greedily. I dug through, tossing aside useless money and cursed Incan gold. And there, right at the bottom, my prize: Mr. Bunny. It had been so long since I’d held him…
if you think treasure is gold, you’re fooling yourself. You cannot touch treasure.
I sit at my vanity mirror and look at the small trinket in my palm: a key ring with a single, silver key. It shines dully in the fluorescent lights of my room, an item that would be seen as unimportant to anyone else, but it is my treasure.
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Its treasure like crazy. You don’t know what to do with it so you give it away. Have fun.
Treasure is something that pirates find on hidden islands. Treasure can be anything that you find valuable.
treasure are his eyelids fixed onto mine
treasure is the way he looks at me
the way he treats me
and million other girls
i did not mean that
he doesnt love them like he loves me
they dont love him like i love him
treasure is always important for me. i nourish a dream if i can discover any hidden treasure and become a rich man, then all my treasure would be spent for the poor.
It was not the treasure he had expected to find, but this journey was not wasted. He had never felt more alive than when he was with her, and although the box was empty when they found it, he had found something even more precious in her.
My family and loved ones are my true treasure. My loved ones mean the world to me. I wish we all valued those relationships. Family is important.
There’s a place in my heart where I store things that I love. In that place, small, secretive, safe, I hide away my little trove of treasures. They’re seeds– memories of laughter and love, moments of passion, of deep pain, of sincerity. Of life. And there they wait. And there they grow.
i try to find it inside myself, then i realized that myself is a treasure that other people won’t have
I want to find a treasure. Finding treasure is sure to change my life. But what is treasure? Gold, money, love? Treasure needs to be life changing and positive. Will I be greedy with my treasure or will I be generous?
He kept asking around the beach resorts and the colonies of people camped out in small enclaves around the beach and the forest. He didn’t want to ask for it by name, but everyone knew that he was looking for the treasure. “What a jerk,” one man in dreadlocks said after he had walked away with his metal detector. “Everyone knows that the true treasure is the ocean out there. Blue. Sapphire blue.”
“I found buried treasure!” shrieked a little girl from the dune close to where my boyfriend and I were soaking in the sun. As her mother ran over, we were surprised not to hear approval or cooing, but instead a blood-curdling scream.
“Honey!” her scurrying father suddenly yelled. “Don’t touch that!”
Yes, a five-year-old aspiring archaeologist had discovered a complete human skeleton, buried on the beach.