Not all coins have just two faces . . . Finian Relish is the casual kind of child who thinks having two sisters and a brother is the bane of his existence. His life changes when he finds a mysterious silver coin on a lone walk home. And when it presumably saves him from the clutches of his usual bullies in school, he starts to suspect the coin is not as ordinary as he thought. But then people close to him start to get hurt and the coin starts to show a third sinister face that follows him into his dreams to haunt him and he finds out not all coins have just two faces . . . The coin keeps reappearing stronger and more powerful in their lives after several failed attempts to dispose of it. Finian realizes having much siblings is an advantage as he must work with his sister and brother to figure out a way to get rid of the diabolic coin for good before it kills them all and spreads it's evil all over.
View MoreFinian Relish was only aware he was still screaming minutes later when his father came thundering down the stairs, in nothing but a hastily shoved-on pyjama bottom and a thick iron driver.'What is it? What happened?' The man came to a stop in front of him, bloodshot eyes wide and darting with fear. He tested his weight from foot to foot, gripping and twisting the club in his hands as though examining the apposability of his thumbs on it.The boy stopped screaming to look up at his towering father. The gulps of air he inhaled into his tired throat were dry and made his lungs burn. And the fear that still gripped him crippled his muscles and shook them like a leafling in a morning wind. 'Finian?' Mr Relish frowned hard and squatted to the boy's level. His panting, hot breath fanned the child's face with a sour air. "Look at me, what is it?"His brain finally caught up with himself and he remembered the apparition he had seen. His galloping heart picked up pace once again and he yelped
His heart was galloping in his chest and making echoes throughout his body. His mouth was open and drawing in large gulps to keep up with the beat and his limbs trembled like a pile of jello as he tried and failed to sit up.All five senses were on high alert in the dark room. The moisture that has broken out on his skin had now started to dry up in the cold night wind. He shivered and pulled the blanket up to his chin.The boy had never been more scared in his life. In all of his eleven years, he had had dreams. Strange dreams, sweet dreams, confusing dreams, sad dreams and chilly dreams. But never in his life had he experienced a dream so vivid it had felt like real life, so intense it had taken control of his body or so frightening he had almost had a heart attack.He had never had a near-death experience dream before and the fact that he still remembered every detail of it up to the cavernous, open jaws of nothingness chilled him through skin and bone to his blood vessels.They sa
Finian Relish didn't really know where he was, but he knew he felt happy about something. Because why else would he be walking through the strange land, hands in his trouser pockets and a whistle in his throat?He also had a vague feeling he was on the quest for something. He had no idea what that was, but he was going to find it anyway. The euphoric feeling that possessed him could be from the ambience of the scape in which he was. The babble of the brooks that meandered atwixt the gigantic luminescent plants certainly had an aura that made you want to jump to the ninth cloud. They also exuded an evocative redolence that could easily give any perfume store a run for their pounds.Coupled with the dusky atmosphere, the place was heaven come true.The sky was hidden behind the large and leafy canopies the big plants formed high overhead. He could only see peeks of speckled dark blue where some leaves touched. It was a bit like an indigo blanket with holes in it.The narrow footpath
Finian, the poor boy. You and I both know it was not a nightmare, something he was to find out when a gentle splash of water on his face brought him to.The sadness that hung heavy in the air like water balloons descended lower and looked like it'd be bursting all over his face any second.He found himself lying on the long couch in the living room when his eyes opened. Fuzzy people lingered over his body and asked if he was okay. Ignoring them, Finian stood up from the couch and walked to where he saw Odessa sitting, staring into nothing. Wordlessly, he took the seat beside her and put his head on her shoulder.It was long after the crowd of sympathisers cleared out of their house that he was to learn what had happened.Pippa had gone swinging on the sets and had tried to balance on one of the sets still intact. Only it wasn't as intact as it had seemed and it had given out under her pressing weight. She had fallen into the broken pieces on the ground. The longest one had gone right
When I mentioned earlier that our main character was to get a rude shock on getting home I hadn't been referring to the reappearance of the coin, per se. No, sir.After a hearty game of football with the neighbourhood boys and an extended chat with a classmate with whom he had parted ways just before their cul-de-sac street, young Mr Relish was to get a severe shake-up as he walked up to Number Twelve, Merryway Close.As he crossed the wide road to the other side of the street, he wondered what the small crowd in front of the house was for. It didn't occur to him until he reached Number Nine that the house of the centre of attention was none but theirs-the Relish Residence.His heart picked up a steady bang in his chest as his throat dried of saliva. The boy knew a crowd, no matter how small like that, didn't mean good news.The casual stroll increased to something short of a gallop as the ground was practically a moving blur beneath him. He wondered what could have happened. His cor
On getting home that day, our main character was to get a rude shock.But let's slow down for now, for I shall soon reach that part.Finian Relish walked home alone that day. He had also gone and taken the longest route home so that it was almost three o'clock when he reached Number 12, Relish Residence.Normally, he and a group of primary five and six boys trudged to their houses together, chattering boisterously, exchanging boy talk and kicking debris ball on the walk home. On the days it was usually very hot for months, the boys brought their bicycles to school and had rowdy bike competitions to kill time as they journeyed home.Mrs Relish, his mother, usually took a short break from work to pick Pippa up and drive her to her various after-school lessons. All things Finian thought to be girly crap. Odessa took the secondary school bus home or joined other girls to carpool with a friend of hers who had a Toyota SUV.Finian had just emptied the mailbox of all of two lousy letters and
When the boy stepped into the school tuck shop, the large room was abuzz and humming like the bingo room after an evening alfresco on July the fourth. Primary school students stood in groups and clusters, discussing what had happened in the primary six hallway.No doubt, the boys and girls who had stood behind to watch the bully fest were feeling good about themselves now. They obviously soaked in the attention of their transfixed peers as each told his own inflated version of what had happened.As he turned away from the crowd to walk towards the show glass of sweetmeats, one of the narrators must have pointed at him, because soon he heard a collective gasp level out the room. And when he turned back, about a hundred wide eyes stared at him in awe.Finian claims to have felt horror at first. Some weird conspiracy theorem had hopped into his still befuddled mind. He had wondered if, maybe the children were going to be enraged at him for being the cause of the downfall of The Bigs's le
Warning: Triggering content in the chapter, including but not limited to bullying, strangling and pain.His hand clutched tight at his breast where the coin lay. A look of panic travelled over his face. I reckon it must have passed through his system too.I imagine you must know how it feels to not want to give up your very precious valuable, especially one that you just recently acquired and had started growing attached to. If you didn't have your share of bullies like most of us did at one point in time at school, then, surely, an elder sibling must have bullied you out of something that was rightfully yours.So, I think it's safe to assume that you understand how Finian felt. And if my assumption is correct, then you'd also know that he'd be reluctant to give it up, at the expense of his life at the bullies' hands. In the face of danger.And, unfortunately, his reluctance only served as fuel to Hansel's fire. He picked up our main character by the shirt collar. All of a sudden, th
The first incident that affirmed our main character's opinion about the coin's lucky abilities happened the next day at school.The first half of school had gone okay. He hadn't worn the coin as a pendant, after all. But by the time it was break time, about half of the boys in class J6 were convinced Finian Relish was a descendant of the bravest and most feared military general in the second world war.So, the child was in high spirits as he walked down the school corridor to his locker at break time. He could be seen with a pep in his step and a low whistle in his throat. Then the bullies came. The euphoria suffused from his face faster than a vacuum could have done. It was not that the bullies had been a surprise. No, they came regularly, at most three times a week (Once in a while he was lucky to see neither hide nor hair of them for a whole week). But, alas, he had been so self-absorbed in his recent rise to recognition that the thought of his normal bullies had been erased, fo
The Third Side of the Coin This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by InamorataFeels All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Cover design by InamorataFeels Blurb: Not all coins have just two faces . . . Finian Relish is the casual kind of child who thinks having two sisters and a brother is the bane of his existence. His life changes when he finds a mysterious silver coin on a lone walk home. And when it presumably saves him from the clutches of his usual bullies in school, he starts to suspect the coin is not as ord
The Third Side of the Coin is a paranormal novel by InamorataFeels that tells the story of a boy who ends up finding a mysterious coin. Finian Relish's life suddenly changes after finding a mysterious silver coin. First, it presumably saves Finian from his bullies but soon, people close to him begin to get hurt while the coin starts showing the third sinister face. He tries to get rid of it but it keeps reappearing. Eventually, he decides to work with his siblings to dispose of the coin. Read the novel to find out how the story continues.
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