Old People Names Novels & Stories

he said yet again cutting off chard Cromwell who wanted to begin first. Chard grits his teeth. "Am Lucas Stephano, the eldest" "Am Theodore Theodore" 'hah, same thing?' Katie asked herself. "Alexander Devon, you know me already" "Estelle Lockwood" an old frail lady said. "Wendy Grisham" a woman in her mid forties perhaps. "Magrette Eden" another one in her mid forties. "BEN DEVON" they all felt his chill except the oldies who were probably used to it.

“I miss the good ol’ days. When your mama used to drag all of you down here. The Calloways practically paid my rent.” My mouth tugs into a smile. “Happy to be of service.” “How’s your mama? Still hitched to that buffoon?” “You mean my dad?” He scoffs. “If that’s what you call him. I would’ve treated her better. Woman never gave me a shot.” “Yeah, I can’t imagine why.” Oldie — probably not even his real name — is somewhere in his seventies now. He never corrected us when we called him that as kids. He just wore the nickname like a crown.

She'd smile happily every time I praised her bread. I believed she'd love for her recipe to be enjoyed by a wider audience. "Ms. Castillo, my usual order, please—a bag of white bread." As the windchimes by the door rang out, a familiar figure emerged. The customer was a humorous gentleman named Benjamin Hunt, who removed his hat whenever he entered. At first, Benjamin would always grab a bag of white bread and hurriedly make his exit. When we got acquainted, he started chatting with me about the local culture and the weather.

said the old man, "called her a Dryad; but that we do not understand. The people who live in Copenhagen have a much better name for her; they call her 'old Granny'—and she it is to whom you are to pay attention. now listen, and look at the beautiful Elderbush. "Just such another large blooming Elder Tree stands near Copenhagen. it grew there in the corner of a little miserable court-yard; and under it sat, of an afternoon, in the most splendid sunshine, two old people; an old, old seaman, and his old, old wife. they had great-grand-children, and were soon to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of their marriage; but they could not exactly recall the date: and old Granny sat in the tree, and l

said a wide hijab towards Rere, hers hands stretched out, making Rere come back to take a step closer to greet him. "Sinta." "Rere!" "Hey, since when did you change your nickname, didn't you prefer to be called Dewi?" asked Ema who was surprised when Rere introduced the name. "Since there was a Dewa !?" Elang replied with his eyebrows raised repeatedly, teasing Rere. Everyone laughed at the Elang's answer, which was true. "At envious!" Said Rere who stepped away to the dressing room that Sinta had shown him earlier. Instead of subsiding, it all added to the volume of laughter even louder. Looking at Rere with a sour face, move away from them.

He sat besides me. Ahhh old man you are the wisest. I will prepare your favourite tea later. Mrs. Thomas came from the kitchen and said to the Oldman. She held lsla's hand and sat on my other side. Oh Lola you never change. So Mrs. Thomas was called Lola!! I didn't ask for her name for this while. Shame on me. Yes l you the best. She replied. The old man thanked her and continued to play with the kids.

"You were only five when I last saw you." Nick stayed close to Ariana, watching every movement around them. "If you come any closer, I'll stop you." The old man looked at Nick. "I understand." Then he turned back to Ariana. "I don't blame you for not remembering me." Commander Hayes folded his arms. "Go on, James." The old man looked at Hayes with hatred. "My name is not James." Hayes smiled. "It has been for the last twenty-five years." The old man shook his head. "My name is Samuel."

Siva can't hide her laughter because of the comments in her name. "I would love it if you would just call me Siva, my full name is too long to handle. I really don't like it when I am in elementary days. It will not fit on my paper. And it's such a hassle to say every introduction in the class." Siva chuckled. The old man looked at us with a smile on his face. "Your father likes it very much though," The old man joined the chat. He is bald and his eyebrows were already white due to his age. I think he must be around 60-70 years old.

I said. “Maybe her name is Isabella. I only gave her the name Clara when I saw that the poor girl was unable to remember who she was. It was my wife's name, you know. And it's such a pretty name. And my wife was so pretty, the prettiest girl I ever saw. Too bad, she was also so stubborn. She never listened to me…” The old man began rambling, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Jones came over to me and whispered to me, "What do we do now?"

An old man demandingly said. "Hush Cristopher!" The old lady said. "Hello dear, my name is Irina," she introduced herself, "The old man there wearing glasses is Aldrich, this is Gretchen," She pointed to the old lady holding a cane, I waved at her and she delightfully smiled back, "And him, the man who was rude to you just now is Cristopher. Feel free to ignore him, we would very much understand if you do." She said, clicking her tongue.