1. The Life of a Storyteller
... out of his window. Above him, the lights were blank, only sunlight provided for his vision. Through the window he could not see the gray of his old age, instead, he saw the green and blue and red of his youth. The blue in his eyes reflected upon all he gazed. The green of his ... soul filtered through the pores of all he touched. But the red quit flowing. He was dying. I could ... her when I was able. During the second war in Germany, I did not return home for almost two years. I never liked the war, and I never wanted to be a part of it. I thought I was a patriot. But I served my countr...
- Word Count: 2069
- Approx Pages: 8
- Grade Level: High School