Older Women Stories Novels & Stories

''Tell us about it please… please… please.'' Night cried ''It's a very long dark tale, little one.'' The old lady responded, wearing a sad look. ''Please tell it to us.'' The girls pleaded. The old lady sighed and shaked her head before saying a word. ''A very long time ago, I was the Chief maid of the Grand Queen chamber. I was very radiant and beautiful as the moon like you dear ones.'' She said pointing to Alicia and Alice.

Her grandmother had been only sixteen when she was married, and she got married to a man who immediately pulled her out of school and had kept her pregnant over and over again until she had become so weak and frail that she needed constant assistance for the last few decades of her life. Lila's mother had been the last daughter of eight children, all of them making it into adulthood and at least until the age of sixty, while Lila's grandmother had died at the age of fifty eight, her various health problems catching up her and forcing her to finally resign to death's clutches. The few, scant stories that Lila had managed to pry out from her mother involved an angry, resentful lady who had a s

I leaned forward, curious about every detail. “Is there a fuller story to the legend of the chained wolf?” The words flowed from my mouth in a mixture of curiosity and admiration. The old woman, with wrinkles on her face that reflected stories, sighed heavily, as if the weight of the story was weighing on her soul. “You're looking for a taboo version, young Luna,” her voice is a whisper of the past. “This story… is a darker thread in the weave of our village. "A long time ago there lived a man and a woman who were deeply in love."

As she enter the alley an old hand suddenly touch her hand. " Eh ...old lady , what is it ? " She ask curiously . " Young man , I have these . Can you give us what you have . I have two grandchildren and their father had been sick because of the cold . My husband is working alone in the shop . My daughter in law is looking after my son . " She look sad .

she whispered, her words barely audible, "I want to tell you a story. A story about love, pain, and the trials that life throws our way. It's a story that I hope will ease your mind and give you solace in the darkest of times." Yennifer's mind traveled back in time to her youth, where she had first met a remarkable woman named Nonna. Nonna was her grandmother, a wise and compassionate soul who had endured her fair share of hardships. Yennifer vividly remembered the warmth of Nonna's embrace, the scent of freshly baked cookies that always filled the air whenever she visited.

Cela said. "Oh, you are a writer. Are you into romance writing? You can write our story if you ran out of ideas for your stories," the old lady offered. "I think yours is a sweet love story, isn't it? I could tell," Cela said. She's enjoying the conversation with the old couple.

The Old Madam actually also pretended to be innocent when she was young. "Of course. Do you want to listen to those stories?" the Old Madam asked with a smile. Sydney hastily nodded her head. "Of course." "Okay, then, I will tell you about it." So the Old Madam began to talk about the past. Julien came back with a food box and saw Sydney and the Old Madam laughing happily. Julien also smiled, "What are you talking about? What makes you become so happy?" "You're back!" Sydney stood up and walked towards him, naturally taking the food box in his hand. "We were talking about Grandma's past. Grandma told me a lot of interesting stories about her youth."

Seventy years later An old woman sits in a rocking chair, her hair as white as the snow on the Iron Ridge. Her hands are wrinkled, the silver scars now lost in the folds of aged skin. Beside her, an old man with one arm and a mischievous glint in his grey eyes is peeling an apple with a silver-handled knife. "Do you think they remember?" the man asks, handing her a slice of the fruit. "The children?" the woman asks. "The children only know the world where everyone is equal, Lucas. They think the stories of the 'Obsidian Servants' and 'Silver Gods' are just fairy tales we made up to make them eat their vegetables."

Her shoulders had slogged and even though Ejima could not see her face, she could almost imagine the sadness that draped the creased horny colored skin. “It was never meant to be,” The squashing resumed for a while before the old woman returned her attention to Ejima, “You deserved better. The village should have treated you better.” She shrugged before wiping her wet hand on her clothes. “That hasn’t said a thing about you.” “About me,” The old woman dragged the stool closer to Ejima’s bed. “Tell me, do you remember, Mmechi, the hunchback?”

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Suzan's voice, and his body tensed up inexplicably. The old lady patted him on the shoulder: "Grandma has gone to bed. Please listen slowly." He quickly sent the old lady back, returned to the study, and started again. Suzan told the story in an extremely quiet and clear voice. … Episode 1. ‘This is not a novel. This is my story. It is the daily life that happens in the present. My name is Suzan—a she-wolf who lost her memory. Ten years ago, I got lost.