STORY STARTER

Write a short story including a letter that was never received.

What impact does this have on the reader's knowledge of the plot and characters?

The Buried Treasure

It was time to clean out the attic. Yay..? I reached up to pull down the ladder and nervously climbed up, pulling myself into the attic. The attic was dark and creepy, I hated this place. I reached down and picked up a box of old clothes then very carefully went back down the ladder. After a few trips, I noticed an envelope in a box of old toys. I set the box down then crouched and plucked the envelope out of it, it was addressed to my mother. My heart stopped, I felt like it was important. I opened it and pulled out the letter inside of it After I unfolded it my eyes darted across the paper. Dear Emma, I hope you are doing well, but I have a message. I feel as though I’m close to death, I need you to know that your child will be the one who shows you this letter, who finds what I have hidden. Ten steps toward the house from the tree in the backyard and three feet down, I know you will like what you find there. -Sincerely, your mother, Jessie I lowered the paper, confused. The letter must have been mailed; if so, then how did it make it to the attic of my house? The house used to belong to my mother, but she had given it to me when I turned eighteen. I knew I had to keep cleaning the attic, but curiosity overcame me and I abandoned the letter and the boxes, grabbed a shovel from my garage and headed out to the backyard. A huge tree was in around the middle of my backyard. I put my back to the bark of the tree, facing the back of my house. “One,” “Two,” “Three,” “Four,” “Five,” “Six,” “Seven,” “Eight,” “Nine,” “Ten!” I stopped and started digging. After awhile, my shovel hit something. Crouching down, I swept away the rest of the dirt covering the top of a trunk. My heart pounding, I opened it to see actual. Solid. Gold. Coins. I reached over and pinched my arm, I was awake. Sudden ideas flooded my mind. I could use this to help orphans and homeless people. I could finally buy that expensive car I’ve been wanting. I could- no- I should split this with my mother, the letter was addressed to her. Smiling, I pulled out my phone and called her.
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