Copper Coin Novels & Stories

"Wait. There's a date. 1850-1899. The Holey Coins are from 1826 through 1829." "Then let's go down a drawer." Jennifer pulled out the next and searched for a date. Another metal plate affixed to the top of the drawer read 1800-1850. Ivy smacked Jennifer's arm and pointed. "Coins with holes. Coins with holes!" "Ouch. Stop it." She smacked Ivy's shoulder, then stared at the coins. "Three of them." Part of her couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but here she was. Stealing to protect herself. Again.

Grave ones. He knelt, reaching into his robes and pulling out a small red cloth. With practiced hands, he gently unwrapped the fabric, revealing nine coins—each one unique, from a different origin and time. One was made of smooth ivory, etched with ancient symbols that glowed faintly in the dim light. Another, forged from tarnished silver, was weathered and worn, its surface covered in intricate designs that seemed almost alive. A third was made of polished wood, dark and cracked, its origins lost to time. The fourth coin, unlike the others, appeared almost new—crafted from shimmering gold, it gleamed brightly in the fading light. The fifth was of stone, crudely shaped and covered in crude m

Only one person was attending the shop He walked up to the counter. “Do you guys have salt?” “How much?” dully, that young man asked. “How much is half kg?” “3 bronze.” The man dully packed up a salt and handed it to him. Nico gave him the copper. The young man gave him an annoyed look. “I said bronze, not copper,” “Is it too little,” Sighing loudly, the cashier took out a huge bunch of change and just shoved it on the counter. “Man, seriously, freaks come in now and then. Why would you bring copper to buy salt?” He grumbled.

"Ten golden thirty silver?" "I've given you a discount, madam," said the woman who designed the dress again with a wide arch on her face. Amanda did not respond to the woman's words. She was too busy calculating because the most money she had ever held was only twelve bronze. While one golden is worth 100 silver or the equivalent of 1000 bronze. "I-I." The girl looked panicked, she looked at Gisella but the rectangular-jawed girl didn't seem to care and lay back down on the sofa while eating snacks. 'How can I say I don't have a coin in my pocket with Gisella?'

The dealer took a quick look at the coin and instinctively took a step back, lowering his voice to respond, “Yes, this one’s indeed a real antique.” The confirmation seemed to lift Finn’s spirits. He triumphantly brought the coin closer to his nose, taking a deep sniff. “I think I can even smell the richness of its history.” Then, waving the coin in front of Frederick, he asked, “Let’s see if you can guess which era this one’s from?” Frederick immediately went pale and pulled Jean back a few steps. “Don’t bring that thing any closer.” Seeing Frederick’s reaction, Finn felt even more self-assured, smirking as he planted a proud kiss on the coin. “What’s wrong? Can’t tell what era my precious

This coin was coated in yellowish color that glinted in the morning light as it lay dormant on the palm of Maru. "That would be too much, young master!" the kindly old lady directly replied. Her voice was high in pitch as it reflected how surprised she was upon what she saw. The coin on the young boy's hands was a single gold coin. She dared not imagine the background of her mystical guests because it was simply unthinkable at this point. One gold coin is worth a thousand silvers and one silver is worth a thousand pennies. The value of what the boy offered her was way above the prices of her goods. The kindly old lady simply could not accept such a preposterous payment.

But at the moment, I only have seven pieces of bronze, which I would use to buy a new hood. The transaction system in this country was a little unique. Instead of wearing a standard currency unit, people prefer to use a piece of metal. One silver was equivalent to one hundred bronze. Similarly, the gold piece was worth a hundred pieces of silver. It feels really like RPG Games I'd ever played.

She pulls out a cupcake and sandwich, “These will be two dollars.” The woman looks down at the items and her stomach grumbles, “Two dollars. I think I have that.” She stuffs her hand into her pocket and takes out two silver coins and places it on the counter. “Will that be enough?” The man laughs nervously as he stares, “We don’t use coins again.” She does look like she came from the sixties. “But that is pure silver, they mean a lot in certain places.” Exactly, certain places. He man laughs again and gulps, trying to find a way to carry the coins without hurting himself.

The idea struck me on the way to work one night, passing homes and their garbage: Here was scrap metal lying around for the taking. I did some research first, calling Greene’s for a breakdown of the scrap metal rates, and believe it or not you can turn a decent buck scrapping. The most valuable metal, copper, garnered two-fifty a pound. I rarely found much of that, maybe because most folks knew they could get decent money for it themselves. I did collect a fair amount of old brass, though—in doorknobs or exterior lighting fixtures—which went for a buck sixty a pound.

Or maybe he could have made visual contact with it as he skipped by, but he surely wouldn't have stopped to check it out or pick it up. When a hard jagged tip of his right sole slipped into a grate hole and almost toppled him over as he picked up the coin, he should have seen it as an omen. But I doubt our main character even knew what omens were. He flicked the hard, dry chips of mud off the coin and examined it at all angles. Now that the mud was gone, a streak of light made a bright spot of light wink on an edge. Finian realized the coin was pretty new after all. It was of a shiny, dark silver colour. He wondered how a coin could be black and silver at the same time.