Older Man Novels & Stories

As my eyes move over the sea of people, they are drawn to the end of my walk. I see an older man. A man around his seventies and I suddenly feel groggy and uneasy. His hair is white, his face is full of wrinkles, and he looks nothing like a rich man. He looks like a damn ordinary man who likes to work out in the sun and takes pleasure into the littlest things. My first thought is that I am not going to allow him anywhere near me! He was old enough to make me think he’d not have much energy to even get close to me either, so maybe -

Should they just kill the old man and run away from the pack? The friends were sure they could handle him even though the old man looked nothing like his age: with a towering height of 6'4 and a strong build. His white beards and slight stoop on his back were the only indications that he was old. "Well! Well! Well!" The old man accentuated every word, a big grin on his face as he stood before the four friends. "look who we've got here. The rebel and his friends!" The old man announced, throwing both of his arms in the air dramatically like one who was starting a speech.

The person standing next to Andrew Is that Andrew's grandfather? Looking at the man standing next to Andrew, holding a stone ax, wearing a light brown animal skin coat, Jenny was a little stunned. The old man clutched the stone ax that he hadn't used for a long time in his hand, one head of sun-black hair was blown by the wind, the age spots on his face disappeared, the wrinkles were still the same as before but greatly reduced, his voice was still warm peace as before, "Jenny? Where's the danger, I'm stronger now, I can still hit a few pups."

Unfazed by the authoritative presence, the old man reveled in the unfolding events, as if he held a secret that surpassed the gravity of the situation. Thorian's mother, now wearing an expression of both irritation and determination, approached the old man's cage. Gripping the handle firmly, she dragged it slightly, her frustration evident as she demanded, "What's so funny, huh?" The old man, still immersed in his amusement, seemed to be impervious to her stern demeanor.

Should they just kill the old man and run away from the pack? The friends were sure they could handle him even though the old man looked nothing like his age: with a towering height of 6'4 and a strong build. His white beards and slight stoop on his back were the only indications that he was old. "Well! Well! Well!" The old man accentuated every word, a big grin on his face as he stood before the four friends. "look who we've got here. The rebel and his friends!" The old man announced, throwing both of his arms in the air dramatically like one who was starting a speech.

Because of his long-term fitness training, even though he was already more than 70 years old, he still looked healthy and was not exuding any sign of old age. The old man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of keen amber eyes. His somewhat mixed-race appearance made the old man look younger than other elderly people of the same age group. “Father, it’s been a long time.” Mr. Goldmann Sr. stepped forward and hugged him. Titus was also very happy. His gaze then landed on Nolan and stared at him. “You rascal, I heard that you have a son now?” “You now have two great-grandsons and one great-granddaughter,” replied Mr. Goldmann Sr.

WOOOAAOHH"" On that time Jate Woods didn't know where to go, in a deep thoughts while walking on the street. His well suited attire is now like a like a beggar that don't have anything. After walking along the street he met an old man who's more than 83 years old, the old man fell off the ground and Jate quickly helped him and have him sit in the wooden chair. "Are you okay?" Jate asked. The old man nodded. "Thank you grandson."

The old man told me. I didn't understand anything, of course, I don't know who he is. I shook my head as a sign that I did not know, him, so he puffed something frustrated. "Moriah, I need you to remember what I told you the day, that you discovered that you weren’t ageing." I stared at him puzzled. I even moved my head a little to the side. The old man shook his head, "May I touch your hand?" The old man asked me and I nodded my head, he closed the distance that separated us and grabbed my hand.

computers. “Damsel, you resemble a curious kitten. Is this your first time here?” an old man with a pot belly inquired, but I ignored him. He was a senior citizen who looked to be in his fifties. He should be at home caring for his grandchildren, but instead, he is flirting with a young adult who has only recently reached adulthood. “Yeah, it is my first time here,” I responded emotionlessly, and he seemed. He picked up a knife from the drink tray and repeatedly clicked it into his wine glass to draw the attention of the others present.

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi