there was a boy with a coin. he bought a pair of shoes with it and traveled the world with them until they were worn down to nothing. when he did not have shoes anymore, he couldn’t travel anymore. devastated, he was forced to settle down in a small village and beg for money to buy another pair.
If you find a penny heads up, pick it up, it’s good luck. If you find a penny tails up, pick it up and give it to someone else so that they may have goodluck.
This is the con of life. Is life reduced to a coin? How is a coin a methphor for life. Two sided with an edge. That is what a coin is about.
I have to say that the coin of
I dropped the coin and watched it spiral out of view. Twirling in the resistance of the air, a play of masses – one a tiny ball of alloy, valued by man, the other a massive ball of elements, existing whether man views it or not. Impact. Coin destroyed, planet unphased.
i would slide them across the floor, i need some, how many do you have , what kind of coin is it, what are you going to do with it where did you get it from,
a shiny new nickel dropped from the old man’s pocket. the demon on my shoulder smiled deviously as i bent to pick it up. the man turned and called for the guard. as i ran, i stopped thinking and hit a tree. as i blacked out, all i could think was; the money is mine!.
ANOTHER COIN! NO. I REFUSE TO WRITE ABOUT COINS
AGAIN. BLAHHHHHH
INSTEAD I WILL WRITE RANDOM WORDS. BE PREPARED.
NARUTO.
FRUITS BASKET
BIRDIES
EGGIES
CHOCOLATE
TOKYO MEW MEW
JAPAN
MISSOURI
USA
ROCK ON MY FELLOW WRITERS.
the coin lodged between the seat and console. how can i get it? try as i might, i couldn’t jam my arm between the two; my fingers dangled helplessly, just out of reach of the precious object. now what? a pencil! grab the pencil…
There are many coins in the world. There are small coins and big coins, fat coins and skinny coins. I collect tokens, another form of coins. Not really a coin, similar to the use of a coupon. My dad collects them too, and sells them on eBAY. So yeah. It says times up but I’m still typing hhahahahahahaahahahaha! Bye.
To coin an old phrase – we are two sides of the same coin. Me and all of you out there. The them’s & those, the ones who are not me, but of me, in some cosmic sense of the word. We all want the same things but do everything we can not to attain them. Distracted by our separation, not bonded by it. Wouldn’t it be grand if we combined our abilities to reach our goals and then shared the rewards?
my great uncle gave me a coin collection when i was younger with coins from all around the world. i still have it and i recently took it our while i was cleaning out my desk, and i had never realized before how interesting the coins were.
“Are you sure about this?” the casino worker asked. “You know the odds of winning anything now are next to none.”
“I’m feeling lucky,” she replied with a wink.
The spinner was spun, the dice were thrown, and the cards dealt. And in the end, her luck held out. She walked out the casino doors with two bags full of cash.
He flipped the coin in his hand.
“Tails you kiss me,” he said, and grinned.
“What’s heads?” she demanded.
“I kiss you.” He replied quickly, before throwing the coin up into the air. It landed on the ground, tails up.
His smile was quick, potent and wicked. “Well, look at that. Looks like you owe me, Daze.”
I thought I had the last coin in my pocket and I reached to take it out, but unfortunately there was no coin. I may have had a dream about, but I was sure I could use it for the bust. In the end, I had to get off.
you use a coin to pay with you can use a coin to play gmaes with such as flip it against a wall or heads or tails. coins can be worth alot of money if you have alot of them and there are twenty pence coins out which dont have a date which are worth £50
coins are money and idk why im writing this it makes no sense. i have many coins in my pocket but not in the pants im wearing right now, because im not wearing any pants.
I already wrote about this word. That’s kind of annoying because I wanted to write about another word. What else is there to say about a coin. Not much really. Just that they’re shiny, I guess. Unless, of course, the coin you have is old, in which case it probably is not very shiny and maybe even has some sort of green tint to it.
Monetary value of a coin varies between culture to culture and material to material. People find more value in coins according to their design as well. The heavier the coin, the more material it has. Coins are harder to carry than paper money, but are more durable.
a coin makes a child happy because she/he can buy that sweet things from the market;but it cannot make a woman happy because she cannot by jewelery with that.
I see a shiny thing on the sidewalk. A coin.
A dime, which had been set on the train tracks.
I pick it up and walk away.
It will never be spent again. Never abandoned again.
I wish I could find more pearl snap cowboy cut shirts at thrift stores. They are comfortable and cheap. I feel cozy in them. Sometimes I find a bunch, but they are not my size. Someday that’s all that will be in my closet. Then I won’t have any problem finding thing to
Coin. Atlantic City. It remind me of the little cranks i would play with while i waited to go venture into the next casino. Occasionally i’d make one of the coins that were interesting.
a phrase of the realm was the coinage that we dealt in our dealings of pecuniary matters whenever one wanted to purchase something all there was to do was to utter the phrase that had been coined that morning
Its just a dollar coin to me, but to you it could be the life line you need to get through the day. I part with it willingly. I can live a day without the jingle in my pocket.
Wisdom is my coin of choice. Its value is variable, depending upon the recipient, so I do not often get anything of like value in exchange. But I still prefer the coin of my wisdom to one minted by another.
there was a boy with a coin. he bought a pair of shoes with it and traveled the world with them until they were worn down to nothing. when he did not have shoes anymore, he couldn’t travel anymore. devastated, he was forced to settle down in a small village and beg for money to buy another pair.
If you find a penny heads up, pick it up, it’s good luck. If you find a penny tails up, pick it up and give it to someone else so that they may have goodluck.
Spend it. It’s round. Or flip it. Or throw it in a fountain. Vending machine?
This is the con of life. Is life reduced to a coin? How is a coin a methphor for life. Two sided with an edge. That is what a coin is about.
I have to say that the coin of
I dropped the coin and watched it spiral out of view. Twirling in the resistance of the air, a play of masses – one a tiny ball of alloy, valued by man, the other a massive ball of elements, existing whether man views it or not. Impact. Coin destroyed, planet unphased.
i would slide them across the floor, i need some, how many do you have , what kind of coin is it, what are you going to do with it where did you get it from,
“Heads or tails?”
“Why?”
He grinned. “You pick either heads or tails, and I flip the coin. If-“
“Yeah, I know that,” she said. “But what do I get if I win?”
His grin grew wider. “Me.”
“And if I lose?”
“Then I get you.”
She smiled.
a shiny new nickel dropped from the old man’s pocket. the demon on my shoulder smiled deviously as i bent to pick it up. the man turned and called for the guard. as i ran, i stopped thinking and hit a tree. as i blacked out, all i could think was; the money is mine!.
ANOTHER COIN! NO. I REFUSE TO WRITE ABOUT COINS
AGAIN. BLAHHHHHH
INSTEAD I WILL WRITE RANDOM WORDS. BE PREPARED.
NARUTO.
FRUITS BASKET
BIRDIES
EGGIES
CHOCOLATE
TOKYO MEW MEW
JAPAN
MISSOURI
USA
ROCK ON MY FELLOW WRITERS.
the coin lodged between the seat and console. how can i get it? try as i might, i couldn’t jam my arm between the two; my fingers dangled helplessly, just out of reach of the precious object. now what? a pencil! grab the pencil…
There are many coins in the world. There are small coins and big coins, fat coins and skinny coins. I collect tokens, another form of coins. Not really a coin, similar to the use of a coupon. My dad collects them too, and sells them on eBAY. So yeah. It says times up but I’m still typing hhahahahahahaahahahaha! Bye.
money to use for things you need like a peice of gum or a newspaper. a souvinier from a vacation, anything. worth something amazing.
To coin an old phrase – we are two sides of the same coin. Me and all of you out there. The them’s & those, the ones who are not me, but of me, in some cosmic sense of the word. We all want the same things but do everything we can not to attain them. Distracted by our separation, not bonded by it. Wouldn’t it be grand if we combined our abilities to reach our goals and then shared the rewards?
I threw a coin into the wishing well – you’ve always beem a good friend of mine…..
I throw a coin into the wishing well – you’ve always been a good friend of mine……..
my great uncle gave me a coin collection when i was younger with coins from all around the world. i still have it and i recently took it our while i was cleaning out my desk, and i had never realized before how interesting the coins were.
The gambler flipped her last coin onto the table.
“Are you sure about this?” the casino worker asked. “You know the odds of winning anything now are next to none.”
“I’m feeling lucky,” she replied with a wink.
The spinner was spun, the dice were thrown, and the cards dealt. And in the end, her luck held out. She walked out the casino doors with two bags full of cash.
i once had a shiny solver coin that my sister stole from me.
my heart broke, and i was broke.
i loved th shimmer, now i miss it.
thats like.
it goes in circles.
today i can shine annnny coin i want :)
He flipped the coin in his hand.
“Tails you kiss me,” he said, and grinned.
“What’s heads?” she demanded.
“I kiss you.” He replied quickly, before throwing the coin up into the air. It landed on the ground, tails up.
His smile was quick, potent and wicked. “Well, look at that. Looks like you owe me, Daze.”
I had a coin in my hand. I flipped the coin to determine what to do. The coin slowly started to take control over my life. The Coin is a god.
…
The Coin is a hard master.
“GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!” i took the little coins out of my pocket and the man ran off. i have never been so scared in my life.
I found a coin on the road. i picked up this coin. it wasn’t really a coin. * sigh *
Twas only a rough wooden nickel
that gave me a splinter
a thing of value and is fun to have its round and shiny they take them at stores.
I thought I had the last coin in my pocket and I reached to take it out, but unfortunately there was no coin. I may have had a dream about, but I was sure I could use it for the bust. In the end, I had to get off.
What will it be? Heads or tails? Win or lose? Anxiously I’m awaiting the next day to come … But I’ll make my own luck.
you use a coin to pay with you can use a coin to play gmaes with such as flip it against a wall or heads or tails. coins can be worth alot of money if you have alot of them and there are twenty pence coins out which dont have a date which are worth £50
coins are money and idk why im writing this it makes no sense. i have many coins in my pocket but not in the pants im wearing right now, because im not wearing any pants.
I already wrote about this word. That’s kind of annoying because I wanted to write about another word. What else is there to say about a coin. Not much really. Just that they’re shiny, I guess. Unless, of course, the coin you have is old, in which case it probably is not very shiny and maybe even has some sort of green tint to it.
Monetary value of a coin varies between culture to culture and material to material. People find more value in coins according to their design as well. The heavier the coin, the more material it has. Coins are harder to carry than paper money, but are more durable.
a coin makes a child happy because she/he can buy that sweet things from the market;but it cannot make a woman happy because she cannot by jewelery with that.
One coin. One penny. In God We Trust.
Nobody cares. What good is one cent?
We only care about ourselves.
I see a shiny thing on the sidewalk. A coin.
A dime, which had been set on the train tracks.
I pick it up and walk away.
It will never be spent again. Never abandoned again.
I wish I could find more pearl snap cowboy cut shirts at thrift stores. They are comfortable and cheap. I feel cozy in them. Sometimes I find a bunch, but they are not my size. Someday that’s all that will be in my closet. Then I won’t have any problem finding thing to
Coin. Atlantic City. It remind me of the little cranks i would play with while i waited to go venture into the next casino. Occasionally i’d make one of the coins that were interesting.
a phrase of the realm was the coinage that we dealt in our dealings of pecuniary matters whenever one wanted to purchase something all there was to do was to utter the phrase that had been coined that morning
I held the coin.
Cold. Shiny.
I look up at your face. I see pity, reflecting my shame.
Who are you to judge?
A coin flipped with no thought for one, revealing the bare reality for another.
capture a phrase in eternity
slipping from my pocket i
dropped a coin,
a small boy carried it home to
his mother
they ate bread.
Its just a dollar coin to me, but to you it could be the life line you need to get through the day. I part with it willingly. I can live a day without the jingle in my pocket.
Wisdom is my coin of choice. Its value is variable, depending upon the recipient, so I do not often get anything of like value in exchange. But I still prefer the coin of my wisdom to one minted by another.