Short stories: The old man I'll never forget 7 Articles

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by Heather Coulter

Steven sopped up the juices from his roast beef with a slice of white bread, and popped the whole thing in his mouth. Some dark pink juices ran down his chin and Harold laughed and gave him a napkin. "You're not hungry...read more

by Bre Snipes

During my senior year of high school, desperate to improve my college applications, I volunteered at a local home for the elderly. Brandtwood was a modern affair, with it's white paint and stylish dcor. It seemed horribly ...read more

by Tana Maria Toth (TMT)

Joshua opened the gate very early .I didn't understand why ,because this action didn't was characteristic from him . He was in fright and mistrustful with everyone in every time. This morning he made me a surprise , maybe...read more

by Yipee Skip

She was young, timid and lonely, with hair that fell into her face and a slouching, although not shuffling gait that betrayed the habitually grim expression on her face even when it wasn't visible. It gave her smiles a ra...read more

by Kevin Lamb

Daddy "You want a beer?" My dad always asked the moment we walked in his door for a visit. "Yeah, I guess I could drink one," was my usual response back then. As I walked towards the refrigerator he always came...read more

by Keith Hillman

We always wondered about the elderly gentleman in the old house. The house wasn't crooked, or cracked or black. It wasn't covered in creepers, or circled by bats. No, it was an ordinary old house in the road where I lived....read more

by Butch Fitzgerald

THE OLD MAN No, I don't think of him as often as I used to. But I'll never forget him as long as I live. I was a fresh faced 17 year old kid when I first met him. I worked as a part time clerk in the dairy depa...read more