Vintage Stories Novels & Stories

There are so many, I’ve literally given up back then keeping count of them or even recording them as individual stories. But of course, I’ve kept some fave stories which were recorded in my now missing compilation of ghost stories. Good thing I still remember them even if they happened decades ago... Yes, they are that terrifyingly memorable... FAVE STORY 1: An old and large set of locked cabinets used to settle at the backstage of a certain "well-loved" college theater...

Photographs covered the walls portraits of strangers caught mid-smile, moments of stillness, and little stories told without words. “Wow,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.” Ethan shrugged lightly. “It’s just life through a lens.” He motioned toward a chair near the window. “Sit. Want coffee? Or tea?” “Coffee’s fine,” I said, and he disappeared for a moment, returning with two steaming cups. When I took the first sip, he leaned against the table across from me and asked, “So, how’s your story going now?” I smiled. “Better, actually. The words are finally moving again.”

They celebrated each milestone, big or small, with gratitude and joy. In their golden years, Lily and Ethan sat on their porch, hands intertwined, reminiscing about their journey. Wrinkles etched their faces, a testament to a life well-lived. They gazed at the sunset, the sky ablaze with hues of orange and pink, as if reflecting the fire that burned within their hearts.

The elderly gentleman spoke regretfully, his pained expression genuine. "Mr. Sadberry, that wine is at my home. Grandpa and Zachary drank half the bottle last time, with the other half still in our cellar. It's a 1945 vintage, with an exceptional aged taste. Why don't I invite you on grandpa’s behalf to finish the remaining half?" Vivian's clear, bright smile was naturally engaging. Sarah looked up. Vivian stood before the elderly gentleman, with Zachary behind her. Mr. Sadberry? The name seemed familiar.

“That's enough for you.” “I'm fine. Just a little more.” “No.” “I've had half a glass.” “And you have a really low tolerance for this stuff.” “I can take a little more.” “No.” She hesitated a minute before saying, “I - I don't really have much experience.” “I know.” “Like no experience at all.” Gabe paused as he raised the glass of wine to his mouth. “You're not a virgin, are you?” He was sure he'd spoken about an ex before. Did the idiot not teach her anything?

"Both are exceptional. The Sauvignon 1992 carries blackcurrant notes combined with hints of sage and truffle, along with aromas of oak, vanilla and mint. A delicate but powerful balance." "And Lafitte 1869…" He smiled faintly. "It carries the flavours of red berries, tobacco, truffle and spices. A perfect wine to unwind after a long day." He paused, glancing back at me. "The value of wine lies partly in its age, but also in the stories behind it." "Many of these bottles were produced long before the Second World War. The fact that they survived history only increases their worth." Then his tone shifted slightly. "Humans could learn a lot from wine."

Charlie said, “It's about the jade vase that my father-in-law accidentally broke. Do you know how it ended up at Vintage Deluxe? Was it reclaimed by Vintage Deluxe itself, or was it consigned by someone else to Vintage Deluxe?” Jasmine pondered for a moment and said, “If I remember correctly, it was Mr. Cole who reclaimed that jade vase. Within his first month of joining, he helped Vintage Deluxe reclaim quite a few antiques, but most of them were not outstanding. Although they weren't eye-catching, they were just ordinary items with no significant profit margin. That jade vase was the best antique he reclaimed.” Charlie said, “So, it turns out that he was the one who reclaimed it. Did he me

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

I was just back from the market, grocery bag in hand, when I spotted them—over a dozen sleek luxury cars crowding the old Hamilton house's driveway. I hadn't seen anything that flashy in years. Laughter and whispers floated over the gates as I got closer. "It's been three years. Bet that 'heiress' looks like a total backwoods mess now." "She's no heiress. Just an orphan mooching off the Hamiltons. Does she really think she's something?"