Neighbor Novels & Stories

Sonia asked as Angela forced a smile. "GIVE ME BACK MY DOLL" The voice rang in her ears as cold shivers ran down her spine. "I don't like this place" Angela said "You're just a party popper" Sonia rolled her eyes. Just then,,, the sighted some people coming towards them. It was an old woman and a little girl of Sonia's age. They were their only close neighbor.... There are only few houses in the area. "Good day ma'am" They greeted the old lady. "Oh hi... You're our new neighbours??" She asked with a smile.

They walked along the streets. Nate was surprised at the changes that had taken place in and around the town in just a short while. There was a small building with the words DISCO NIGHT hung above the doorway, there was a new food stall and the woman who ran it was a familiar neighbor. It wasn’t as if all the changes were dramatic but they were good noticeable changes and it shocked him how long he had been living in Mr. Fredrick’s house for all of these changes to have occurred.

I asked the cold, dry morning air. It was almost winter, so the air was getting colder. It was pretty quiet in this place. The closest neighboring house to Richard's house was about 400 meters away. I haven't seen a single person since I started to reach the nearest neighbor's house. This neighborhood is quiet, but if it's too quiet, it's also creepy. The longing for Richard that was hard to explain came back to me. I held my cell phone in my hoodie pocket and sighed long. The combination of longing and Richard's distinctive scent made me decide to try contacting Richard.

The neighbour politely asked as she stared at the unfamiliar figure. "Hello, My name is Reine and I am one of Madison closet friends, I have been calling her number for quite some while now and she never picked up her calls, so I wondered that she might be at home, that's why I am here, Is she at home at all?" Reine asked with a somewhat friendly smile, only one who was wise enough could see it was all a facade. The neighbour shook her head in dismay, "I am sorry, but I haven't see Madison for quite some days now, is anything wrong with her?"

The neighbour's name was Gerald. He lived two doors down, retired, spent a lot of time at his front window or out front doing things that didn't really need doing just so he could be where he could see the street. He was friendly enough. Always said good morning. Always commented on Nora when he saw her. Told Maya once that they'd been a good addition to the road which Maya took as a compliment even though the way he said it suggested he'd had opinions about previous additions.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

It was plain brown, but the weight of it was significant, and the shipping label was stark, black, and expensive-looking. The address, however, was wrong. It read "Apt 3B," but he was in 3A. The name printed in bold, elegant font was "M. Thorne." Leo had lived in the Oakwood Gardens apartment complex for two years and had never met his neighbor in 3B. He’d only ever heard the faint, deep thrum of a bass guitar late at night and seen the occasional sliver of light under the door. The neighbor was a ghost, a nocturnal creature whose existence was marked only by silence and shadow.

Chapter – 0005 AIDEN He emphasizes the words “this neighborhood,” which is a quiet, old money kind of place – not the kind where you see naked football players running around. In other words, it’s stuffy as hell. I shrug. “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors. Some old lady was probably across the road looking at my ass through her binoculars and thanking her lucky stars that I moved in here.” Noah snorts. “I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.”

He walked up to me, wearing a friendly smile. "Hello! Are you the new neighbor next door? I'm Jerney. I haven't been here for too long myself, but I've been here for about three years now. Welcome to Park Slope!" I greeted him with equal warmth. "Would you mind if I joined you for a walk?" he inquired. I nodded, and we resumed our journey with him leading the way. Ultimately, it became an enjoyable stroll as Jerney pointed out the best sights around us. I've come to appreciate this place, its atmosphere is undeniably inviting, and the locals seem quite friendly.

“Don’t they all?” Another nude young man stops beside the first. “What is your purpose here? Why are you crossing our border unannounced?” His attention is back on me as I start reigning in my ability to breathe. “Are you familiar with Blue Ridge?” “They’re our only neighbors. Of course we’re familiar.” He spits aggressively.