Neighbors Stories Novels & Stories

I am the only student in the entire nation to achieve a perfect score for my SATs this year. My high school has only just posted the list of top scorers on their notice board when the neighborhood's HOA group chat explodes in awe. "Did someone from our neighborhood just get full marks for the SATs? We're already a prestigious neighborhood close to the best high schools in town, and this news will only drive our property values up even more! We might even be able to rent for 1,500 dollars per square foot soon!" "I bet it must be one of those kids from the huge mansions. They've been attending the most elite boarding school since they were young." The HOA vice president, Karen Myers, then p

I then watch Caleb as he straightens his posture before jogging down the steps, ambling towards me. The background ambiance of shouts and hurled insults — which I assume are being thrown — remains muffled and incoherent to my ears. It reminds me of my neighbors back home. A young wife and husband from next door. They were kind to us, but to each other? That was a different story. They always threw fights and threatening to leave each other. Sometimes lasting until the early morning, and sometimes their screams were replaced with other noises, which I'd rather not speak of, let alone think about. It was god awful. However, they always found a resolution at the end of it all, but by the sounds

Ever since I moved in, that family across the hall had been stealing anything they could get their hands on. No wonder I found it odd when I first moved in. No one in the entire building kept shoes or umbrellas outside their doors. It turned out that everyone was just trying to protect themselves from this bizarre family. They really loved stealing. It even included my doormat or any food deliveries I did not pick up immediately. They did not even spare my bras, panties, and socks that were hanging out to dry on the rooftop!

It was almost ten years ago that this strange friendship had begun. The old woman was cleaning her utensils one day when she heard a knock on the door. She looked up from the sink, a little astonished. No one ever visited her. She closed the tap to see if she had heard correctly. She could not trust her ears nowadays. Old age was beginning to take its toll. Another knock, a little louder this time. There was no mistaking the sound. She shuffled towards the door, the glass that she was cleaning still in her wrinkled hand —another knock.

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

Lucy brushed herself off, linked her arm through Emma’s and gestured to Nicola and Alex as they began to walk. __________________ James and his friends spent their Saturday evening together, seated on the swings in the park behind the local pub, engaging in conversation after sharing a drink. Richard and James were new to the village, while Henry and Robert were lifelong locals. Upon arrival, James arrived visibly injured, though he chose not to disclose the circumstances, and his buddies respectfully refrained from inquiring further. They accepted him for who he was, understanding that he would share his story as time passed if he felt comfortable doing so.

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t