Day 249 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a society that uses something unique as currency.
Erin: The thing about money is that it is only paper and cheap metal. When the value of it returns to just that, all prestige from wealth dissipated. When the value of the dollar was diminished to that of dust that’s exactly what happened. The only value of a citizen was the goods they could produce and the services they could provide. If one of ours couldn’t trade their value for what others could provide they were on their own. There was no easy way out. Life was hard and working to get work back was an exhausting cycle lacking rest.
The rich became poor and the poor became rich. The famous couldn’t get the time of day from anyone, and those who made a living off of their trade suddenly knew the only professions that counted in an eye for an ear society.
Shannon: In my town we pay for things with potions and spells. Magic is the currency because when you can conjure up everything you could ever need, who needs money? You do have to be good with spells, if you’re going to sell them. Keeping up a good reputation is very important. Otherwise, no one will buy your goods, and you have to come up with a different way to survive.
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“Time to cash in that favor, Josh.”
He looks up from his notebook. He remembers when the group decided on some team rules. One, which applied to being friends, was determined when people felt like others were doing more of the group’s work than the others.
Different things, whether they are borrowing something, lending money, or saving a person in the field after they did something reckless, meant they owed the person a favor. That person could cash it in whenever they wanted, and it couldn’t be harmful to someone else, or something the other person will be completely against. And most favors are approved by one of the guardians, Mikio and Chris, or with at least two other teammates.
Josh sees Jacey standing there, a shy grin on her face. “What will it be?”
She holds a mess of papers in front of her. There are rips, stains, and a few different colored papers, both lined and printed. “Look over my To Kill a Mockingbird essay?”
Josh looks at the papers again and internally cringes. ‘This is what I get to be the literary member of the group.’