He sat on the bench unnoticed as the odd family crowd walked by. He was a tall man just under 6'4 with a dirty grey beard and frizzy white hair. With eyes as green as the grass of spring, and a nose that stuck up and out. The wrinkles on his face did not give his life stories credit, the majority would assume that the most important thing he ever did was go in a war. He looked unimportant. If you got close and asked for a story you would be wisped away in the grandeur of what you would think were delusions. Teller he was called, for most did not know his full name. If you asked he would say, "John Teller, the man who is myth and legend." Thus begins all the stories of a man who I look up to, not because his stories are true but because he lived them.
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The Moving life of John Teller
Historical FictionJohn is by no means an ordinary man. At first glance he does seem average and rugged. Ask him for a story and you may think him mad or genius, but there is a truth behind the tales of this elderly gentleman who has seen more than a few lifetimes of...
