1. The Life of a Storyteller
... of all he touched. But the red quit flowing. He was dying. I could tell by the way he spoke, he knew his grasp was weakening. But he still had his voice and his laughter. And with these he spoke to me. "It is wonderful you could come and visit me now that you know." George said, looking at Bill, who was setting ... 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 country. When I finally returned, I was twenty-four. I found Laura had moved to Sou...
- Word Count: 2069
- Approx Pages: 8
- Grade Level: High School