Stories tagged “old man”

  • Closing the curtains

    The thunder ran through the house like a hyper-active two-year old. Only Geoff didn’t like hyper-active two year olds. Ever since little Jimmy ran into the table and knocked over his birthday cake. It might be petty, but it wasn’t everyday ...

    • Author: i, Coomber
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Waiting for Grace

    This is my pre-coital cigarette. Breathe in. The filters are the only solid matter to pass my lips; I stub them in place. Breathe in. The smoke puddles, drips past the phlegm of my throat, expands into my lungs. Breathe out. The only taste is my tongue...

    • Author: Spiderj
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fantasyland XIII

    “So let me get this straight,” Henry lifted his head to stare at the guard he had now taken a spot on a chair, “you will feed me, give me water, you WON’T beat me or torture me and all I do is hang here until I die?” ̶...

  • Reminisce Big!

    The silver-haired hero was at it again! This time he was traveling across the Sahara on a camel with a caravan that was attacked by Libyan forces on their way to conquer a small town he couldn’t pronounce. Everybody was killed except him, because...

  • Aurora, Awakened

    “She roams the forest at night as though sleepwalking, our nightmarish Princess. That infernal owl clings to Her wrist and whispers the Witch’s orders in Her ear. Have not you noticed the absence of the Good Faeries? They stay locked in a l...

  • A Clockwork Angel

    Glennen gave the screwdriver one final twist and felt a wave of satisfaction and relief wash over him. Seventeen long, arduous years of effort and toil. And here it was. He set his tools down and admired his masterpiece. It wasn’t without its fla...

  • Services now required

    “Come in,” the grisly voice said from inside the apartment. David opened the door and saw a grisly old man sitting in a recliner watching TV. His face potch marked with scars and old age. His beard and hair were pure white and unkempt. He t...

  • Sense and Census

    An old man, weather-beaten and sinewy, casually walked west toward the summer sunset. A young boy kicked up dust behind him, looking at the passing scenery with young eyes. He had never been this far from home before. “Why do we have to go to the Cap...

  • Pandora Jae [[LoA]]

    You had a young, rambunctious chocolate labrador named San-Fran. I would look down at you two from the window of my flat, holding a cup of earl grey close to my face, its steam rising in the morning light. At 6:15 a.m. you’d emerge from the build...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Winter's Crystal

    The old man’s hands are pallid blue, emaciated and tired. His walking stick in hand, he pierces ice and mud, blood and bone beneath his feet. He cries out to those who know him, but they turn away with frosty scowls. He staggers onward. He pauses...

  • Where the River Ends, the Sea Begins

    The winter crystal is a far-off trace of light as the old man nears the sea. Icy waves rock and fall along frosted sands and shores. He staggers to the place where the river ends and the sea begins. A nightingale’s melody warms the air from the t...

  • Dirty Old Man?

    He whistled in appreciation as he piled up his groceries. “I’ll bet you’ve got all the boys after you.” Stacy granted the old man a pained smile; her hands now moving like lightening as she scanned each item. Honestly, on her first day? “Ther...

    • Author: Eve
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Starfall?

    A glowing ball hurtled toward the planet with tremendous speed. From far away it looked like a shooting star but it wasn’t just a random chunk of falling rock. It was a sphere of light that moved with singular purpose. Someone or something direct...

  • A strange deal.

    Etsy sat in the cushioned chair, waiting for him to speak. After several moments of silence, it was apparent to her that she would have to break the silence. “You have a nice office sir. It is very tidy.” The old man crossed his fingers an...

  • Questions

    Was there a time when people would assume a question hadn’t yet found an answer? I imagine bearded wise men asking why and being overrun with the speedy diatribes of those who say because. Then being put down for hastiness. I would have been cheering...

    • Author: neil kant
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
  • A Strange Welcome

    The island had beckoned me by appearing in my dreams. It was the first haunting of a person by a landmass in humankind’s history, I was sure of that. When I arrived at the Huntsman, I was met at the door by an elderly fellow whose thin, warped fr...

  • Hangers On

    Sunlight crept through the doorway, illuminating the old man’s sleeping face. With a groan, he heaved himself off the small cot and to his feet, swearing as his spine realigned itself from the nights rest. I watched as he pottered about, mutter...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • When Barns Lean on Men

    The barn leaned against the man. Its wood had been painted, but years of rain, sun and wind had all but removed it. Only up close, as the unconscious man was, could it be discerned and its color known. From afar the barn appeared that gray peculiar to ...

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • A Night of Wonder, Part 1- Caught

    “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Shelley tugged on my wrist, trying to lead me back to the door. “Hang on.” I said, yanking my arm away from her. My friend squeaked and then covered her mouth in embarrassment. “Sorr...

  • Armamentarium

    The tinkling of the bell made the old man lift his head. Nestled within a polite nook among the shelves, he adjusted his glasses curiously. He owned a small underground shop that was filled to the brim with miscellaneous objects; toys that were once lo...

    • Author: neinstein
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Pervasive Kind of Sickness

    Winds, spurned by the white-capped mountains to the east, blew across the valley plain in hacking spasms. The long stemmed grasses of the valley’s floor prostrated themselves obediently in the face of such violence. Directly in the path, a lone f...

  • Peter (CDE)

    “It’s a free service I offer to pretty girls.” Peter said. Inwardly he winced, careful not to let any of the embarrassment he felt show on his face. ’Don’t be a creeper’ was his mantra and he was painfully aware each...

  • Open Secrets (Day 46)

    Shelly skipped through the pumpkin patch, wicker basket cradled against her tummy. Every gourd in the garden was bigger than she remembered but they smelled musty. The giant pumpkins were almost as tall as she was with vines thick as cucumbers connecti...