Rachel

Her soul is like a coin. A golden coin, one side with a beautiful smelting of a man, books surrounding him; a library of knowledge. The other, a painstakingly detailed image of a face, smiling brilliantly in the sunlight. She keeps this soul in her breastpocket. This soulf of hers sometimes falls out and lands on a specific side, landing as one might find a leaf in autumn lazily making its way to the ground; all along reminding you of beauty, and of death.
You might find her, on the street, nonchalantly pulling out her coin. If you opened your eyes a bit wider and embraced her image, you might catch a glimpse of her stroking the coin, and holding it up to the sunlight. The coin would catch this light and shine it back tenfold. The light, reflecting off her hazel eyes, releases an incredibly handsome face, a different kind of gold. You can even see the glimmer in her eyes as she notes the complexity in the simplicity of this coin of hers, pleasing to her eyes. The form and texture of this coin shimmering as though God had decided to elect a new candidate for the position of sun. She smiles, her perfect white teeth imitating the glow of her coin, and she tenderly lays the coin back into her pocket, as a mother would lovingly ease a child into his bed and kiss him good night, admiring the beauty of her creation. And as you saw this you would be reminded of such intense beauty, that you would reach into your own pocket, pull out your own coin, and search for hidden depths.
You stare into your coin, and hear a tale. A whisper from a different world. Millions of people's lives being placed upon this coin, and you realize the aesthetic beauty in and of yourself. You know the stories of those who had touched the coin before you, of how many pockets it had so easily slipped out of, only to be picked up by a lonely beggar, and then given as change in a store, and finally brought to you. The story of a coin is one that tells of the wisdom of humanity, and the beauty of the world.
Her soul is a golden shimmering coin. One side with knowledge, omniscient even. The other joyful; seeing the beauty of existence.



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a quick thing while you rate; remember I'm only 12 years old, so don't expect much. On the other hand- i want you to be rough, otherwise, how shall I grow in the abstract- how shall I be an aberration from other writers? Let me change, let me gain. Help me.