Mike sat back onto the swing, it was the one he used to play on all those years back. As he began to rock back and forth he thought of her, she had gold hair in pig-tails and a collection of plastic bracelets on her left arm. Sometimes memories are a good friend.
Creepy Dude, Sentiment, Swinging Charlie ran the dime around in his hand, the soda pop machine had beat him before but he was determined this time. Pinching the coin between thumb and index finger he deftly flicked it into the monstrous slot, taking the odds.
Rattle, Clunk, Chink then silence.
Charlie pressed the button.
Whizz, rattle, clunk then nothing.
Charlie's shoulders shrunk and as he began to turn he caught a glimpse of something glistening on the ground, it was a shiny rock.
Inching forward into the inky blackness of the pharaoh's tomb, Colonel Malcom of the 115th brigade knew not what lay ahead with the exception of one thing. His mother had not packed a sufficient provision in his lunch box if this should happen to take more than the afternoon.
Lunch Boxes, Mummy, Tombs Launching the canoe, Billy expected it to turn downstream. This soon turned out to be an incorrect assumption, as the evil genius Dr. Phibbius had just switched on his patented Reverse-O-Tron XJ9000.
The waterfall seemed to never end. Although on a good day you could gain a glimpse of brown towards the bottom. It is said that if you see it, you will be lucky in life. I only have the postcard given to me by my uncle.