Novel & Cerita A Good Neighborhood

She faced the road. They lived on the city’s northern outskirts and the isolation this provided was a double-edged sword. The quiet was wonderful; the nearest neighbors, the Crookenbacks, were a three-minute stroll down the street. On the other hand, it also meant they had to travel far for groceries, gas, and to see friends. Well, maybe I’m okay with that. Small doses. Conrad’s okay, I guess. But Sally’s too churchy for me. And damn, what a gossip.

“James Bond wishes he was a badass like me. No, Luv. I’m better than Bond and far more attractive.” I roll my eyes in response. Ewan can be so arrogant, but I can’t blame him because he’s so hot, and the man is an amazing kisser. It doesn’t take long for us to get to my neighborhood. It’s eerily quiet, which is telling. When the neighborhood grows this quiet, bad things happen. Right now, you can only see and hear the leaves rustling in the trees as the cloak of night covers our ramshackle neighborhood. The buildings cast eerie shadows on the sidewalks, and a broken tire swing hangs grimly from a tree near a rundown house across the street.

RAVENNA I stared out the window, taking in the shitty view of the neighborhood we lived in. Like always, we would have to leave here again before we became a familiar face with the neighbors, although the chances of that happening were slim because the advantage of living in a shitty apartment were the neighbors that didn't give a fuck if their neighbor was a criminal or not. They didn't care if said neighbor kept late nights and only came home at the crack of dawn sometimes looking all bashed up.

The gentle evening breeze brushed through my hair and engulfed my body wholly, bathing me in its douceur and creating a classic, calm, serene, and feigned normalcy. I dragged the heavy bag behind me until I stopped beside the two trash cans that were leaning against a small post just a few feet from my driveway. I bitterly lifted it up and stuffed it inside, then glanced around at the happy neighborhood. Kids, parents, cars, it was that kind of place where unproblematic people resides. Mothers who joined community organizations, fathers who worked in the big offices, kids who were driven to school by their mommies or picked up by dashing school buses. A very calm neighborhood if you asked me

When I moved to Portland, I thought it couldn’t be worse than home. We’ve been here around a month, and my neighbors are all nice. None of them have misgendered my kids. None of them have gone off the deep end and tried to attack my kids. Everything has been chill. I was so happy living in a chill neighborhood with no drama.

he explained. "Son, are you very sure of yourself?" Mr Murphy asked curiously. "Affirmatively dad. It was her very particular friend, you know. Barney... That's the name by the way; here, you can perhaps check out the video." Broderick said, then gave him the phone where he has the tape. "Poor Barney!" Mr Murphy said, almost breaking into sobbing after watching this video of the crime scenes of both Barney and Mr Whitley. A Maywood avenue seemed to be safe out there for their dwelling for the main time. The neighbourhood was in no doubt shabby-genteel middle class, unimpressively respectable. The buildings were mostly brownstones. There were ornamental trees, but not so many of them.

she lied and prayed he believed her as she couldn't come up with a better excuse. "Oh. That's alright. I'm sorry about that. If I'm making you uncomfortable, I could leave and come back another time" Raymond offered. "No no no. I'm fine. So tell me about the neighborhood", she asked as she tried to distract her mind from thinking about those embarrassing thoughts that would make her look or act stupid. Raymond nodded. "So far so good,the neighbourhood is a great place to stay. It's really peaceful and calm. Everyone seems to be so friendly. It's a great place to live."

"Oh! I said welcome to the Triangle neighborhood. Sorry, I sometimes forget that newcomers aren't familiar with our little nickname for the area." A bright, almost conspiratorial smile crossed her lips, and she didn't hesitate to satisfy my curiosity. She was clearly enjoying playing the role of neighborhood guide. "There are only three houses in this entire gated community," she explained, her voice taking on a storyteller's cadence. "And if you connect them on a map, they form a perfect triangle shape. My house and yours represent the two points on the base, and the massive palace directly opposite us is the third point at the top."

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"

she exclaimed proudly, but she had never walked down that street. She had never noticed that neighborhood. It was a bit different from what she was used to. It had slightly more valuable houses, even mansions. As she walked around the area, she noticed that many people walked freely and had a good relationship. She was skeptical as to why that neighborhood she was in was even a bit scary, despite being beautiful and well-maintained, and the houses were good.