Im A Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

He said, his domineering voice resounding in the whole place. With that, the old man walked around the living as if he owned it, "Where is that old geezer hiding?" Although, his granddaughter has long revealed everything to him but he was waiting for a chance like his. To calm himself down, he even made a trip to Singapore. But now that he was back, he could not keep his anger in check. Especially since his granddaughter was not here to keep him under control, how could this old man Song avoid his wrath anymore? "Calling me old geezer, do you take yourself as a university student, you bastard?" A weak yet stern voice rang out getting all their attention.

Grandpa Woods scoffed, eyeing her with a mix of playful disdain and genuine concern. “Just now, you looked like a mouse caught in a room full of hungry cats.” Kourtney rolled her eyes, ready for their usual banter. “And you, Grandpa, look like a relic from the Stone Age. Maybe it’s time you learned to lighten up too! You know, it’s impressive how you manage to stay this grumpy at your age. It must take a lot of energy.” “Grumpy? I prefer to think of myself as seasoned. You youngsters just don’t understand the value of experience,” Grandpa Woods said with a satisfied grin.

“That’s what you get for messing up with me.” “You ruined my shoes.” He yells, glaring down at his scuffed white sneakers. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before grabbing me, Mr Grumpy.” I smirk, folding my arms across my chest. His eyes widen at my words. “What did you just say? Mr Grumpy?” I laugh at the look on his face. “Yeah, you heard me—Mr Grumpy. Fits you perfectly, don’t you think?” His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, towering over me. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

The old man felt sad, the color from his face started fading off even more, and he was more than pale now. “I understand! You both have grown up now, not entitled to listen to your parents or grandparents. Fine! Do whatever you want, let this old man on his own. Go back to your normal life, you don't have to worry about me. I have grown old anyway, it's okay if I die without seeing you marry and have children. Who's there for me anyway? You guys are all grown up, live your own life.” The old man said in such a depressing tone that even a happy person who has no guilt will start to feel guilty of something he hasn't done.

“Your coffee; don’t you like it better when its hot?” Paul let out a breath of disbelief and frustratedly ran his hand through his unkempt, grey hairs. He suddenly looked much older than he actually was. “It looks like you don’t appreciate my question. Fine, let’s skip that part. I apologise, I’m not usually like this to the elderly. I ought to take it easier on you; give you time to take it all in, you know?”

I stood at the very centre of the table, trying not to explode from the attention I was getting. "What's keeping him so long?" Someone grumbled. It was a man, an elderly man with sparkly gray beards the swept the ground whenever he was talking. The features on his face made it clear that he was an old man, but his body said otherwise. " We don't have all day."

“Your children and grandchildren are really unfilial, aren’t they?!” The old man's compassionate and refined expression suddenly sank. "You b*stard. Why are you scolding my children and grandchildren? They didn’t do anything to you—” Jay laughed and said, "I’m just speaking out for justice.” The old man rolled his eyes at him. "You’re quite a busybody, aren’t you?" Jay said, “I’ve never liked being a busybody.” The old man tutted and muttered, "But you’re doing what a busybody would do now!”

I rolled my eyes, these people here were so full of boredom. "Cause I don't like speaking all that shit, my father is enough for that. I don't even wanna come here, but he had to drag my lazy ass to this lame business party." He complained while glaring at the old man with salt and paper hair, and a 5 o'clock shadow. The aged man was busy talking to another guy but I think he felt someone staring at him because he turned to us and the male in front of me forced a smile at his father. I wanna giggle at Jake's face because he seemed like his lips would tear into two because of his fake big grin.

Rashes appeared across my face as the rum I consumed started to take effect. My breathing became short and hurried. Younger Evan worriedly yelled for help, but no one could hear him or see him except me. He rushed to his older self, trying to warn 27-year-old Evan about my condition. Alas, his hand passed through older Evan's body; he couldn't touch anyone. Meanwhile, older Evan was busy chatting and drinking with Hannah to notice my changes. Another woman who sat beside me noticed me struggling to breathe. She came up and inquired, "Ms. Castillo, what's going on?"

I hissed out due to how frustrated I have become. "What are you doing here?" That old thick voice penetrated my ear and I couldn't help but get distracted from my awkward thoughts. 'Grandpa…' I hissed inaudibly, because I don't have his time, but I have to attend to him like I do. I rolled my eyes within its socket in expression of frustration. I know he wouldn't understand the look on my face, he is just but an old cargo. So, I wouldn't blame him. "Nothing really… just reflecting on myself," I expressed just to let him go.