This is a short story I wrote about a man I used to know. Let me know what you think!


An old man and his dog
An old man and his dog where walking down the street. He had worked hard his whole life and had always done as he was told, and the old man had done so too. The man was heading to his daughters house to drop off the dog, knowing he couldn’t take care of his dog where he was going.

The trees on both sides of the path were standing tall, trying to show the world their glory but ending up only being seen by an old man. Some of the trees had been there since before the humans started building towns, most where a lot younger though. The biggest tree could still remember how the old man had, as a young man, carved the initials of him and his love into the bark. And, as everyone knows, nature shouldn’t be angered. So the big tree decided to drop a branch on top of the old man, teaching him a lesson the man wouldn’t soon forget.

Drowning in thoughts of how life had been the old man walked past a big tree, one he still remembered from a long time ago. He remembered how he had carved the initials of himself and a girl he liked into that tree to impress her. He remembered how she had yelled at the young man he once was and how she had cried for the tree. He remembered them marrying a year later, her smile and her perfume that day. How they had had children, how those children had gone off to study, get married and have children of their own. He remembered the golden days after retirement, chocolate strawberries and sunny days. He remembered the cancer. He remembered the bed in which the girl, by then a woman, had died. He remembered the funeral, the dark clouds and heavy rain, helping him hide his tears. He remembered everything.

Dog was walking happy. Dog was walking with master. Dog saw stick. Stick hit master. Master had pain. Master fall. Dog like master. Dog lick master. Master not talk. Master not talk.

A branch fell off a tree, hitting the old man. The first thing the man saw after that was a golden light, Chocolate strawberries and sunny days.

Fin

In the third paragraph all the sentences starting with 'He' start to get pretty annoying after a while. Same thing with 'dog' in the forth. I'd say this was intentional but for the sake of the reader it's better to vary sentence length/what it starts with for easier reading.

Also so many of the short stories posted in this forum end with death :/

Yes but mine ended with a good death... not the usual gory murder... and mine is a true story...
Kind of.

I know that it must become rather annoying to read after a while but I tried to have every paragraph in another style. this way worked for me.

Hmm I once had a stroll down memory lane. It ended with me walking into a tree. Story of my life?

So by bad death you mean the one I wrote on the other short story thread?

Not bad story. Not something I'd read all the time but I'm a guy who goes for the blood and gore and "what the fuck just happened?" rather than the "it's okay he's dead, it was 'peaceful'"

i dont like chocolate strawberries .

Who doesn't like chocolate strawberries?
Oh no... you didn't just say that!
You didn't just say that!
Come on you and me right here!
I'll beat you to a pulp!
just kidding.

And no leet I didn't mean your story...

Don't worry Kroatz. You learn soon after meeting me that I'm full of shit and half the things I say aren't intended to be rude or offensive but rather a joke.

And chocolae bananas beat chocolate strawberries!

And chocolae bananas beat chocolate strawberries!

Word.