My day changed after that encounter.

An old man and his journey to hell.

A haiku.

Brief fiction narrative about an old man, a young man, and a misunderstanding.

Just a funny perception on the stages of life.

Old people often don’t utter a word, but their eyes speak volumes.

A short story about watching the peculiarities or pedestrians.

Sleep is good.

The sad old man.

This is a fiction story about somebody who was born in 1380 and is still alive today. I am working on a sequel to this article and I hope it comes out soon.