In agony, the old man stilled smiled. He smiled for his children. He smiled at his past. His life was coming to it's end. He knew what this was; he wouldn't fight it.
He kissed his son and daughters. He squeezed his grandchildren as tightly as he could. Then he let go. He let go of everything.
His house went to his son. His books would be given to his youngest daughter, an avid reader who would make quick work of the modest library.
In his last moments, closer to death than he had ever been, he felt truely alive.
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RandomSince I am unable to write a complete story, I'll just compile old story pieces, and compose new ones, here. Edit. I'm just gonna post any creative writings that I find. Be it poems, story beginnings, verses, whatever. Enjoy.
