Neighbourhood Novels & Stories

Somehow, she didn’t fit the image of the stuck-up wealthy socialite I’d expected to find in a neighborhood like this. As we walked beneath the shade of towering oak trees, Vivienne pointed out the various homes and told me about the people who lived behind their impressive facades. She seemed to know something about everyone. She knew which families had been there the longest, which houses had been passed down through generations. She knew the neighbors who were famous for their Christmas decorations, their garden parties, or their inability to mind their own business. The more she talked, the more interesting the place became. The stories brought the neighborhood to life in a way it hadn’t

I asked. “I thought maybe Shae and Máire calling you Beta would have upset you. I know you haven’t made your mind up about me, about us.” he sighed. “Oh.” I softly sighed. “It was startling. But I understand their mindset. I’m your mate, so to them, that’s all there is to it. More startling was you had an agenda with that path in the park bringing us to this neighborhood.” I answered, gesturing to the new construction all around us. It was indeed a lovely and quaint neighborhood. No two houses were the same, but all held a charm to them and still fit together. Each had well-maintained yards, the sidewalks were obviously new, and you could see which houses had small children.

Late spring brought unforeseen news that would put the family's adaptation to the test in a whole new way: their long-time neighbours, the elderly Hendersons, announced they were moving to an assisted living facility, leaving them thinking who would purchase the house next door and how new neighbours would affect their established patterns. "The Hendersons have been such amazing neighbours," Grace stated as she watched the moving truck loaded. "I hope whoever moves in next will be equally polite." "Will the new neighbours have kids?" Phoebe asked, quickly thinking about potential playmates.

I know the 'feminist' brigade might mock me for my 'homely' life style but it suits me just fine. I guess my life would have continued in the very safe vein but for a chance encounter with my neighbour, one day last month. Her name is Anne and she and her husband Dave, have been our neighbours for a little over a year now. We have always got on just fine, chatting over the fence etc but have never really got to know each other well. Some of the neighbours seem to be somewhat unfriendly towards them which I put down to their being black in a very white neighbourhood. As far as I am concerned a person's colour is totally irrelevant. If I like someone; great! If

"But they're really close together, aren't they?" I shrugged. "It's the new thing, I guess. Yeah, you don't have a lot of lawn or distance between you and the neighbors, but apparently, your utility bills will be lower. Oh, and they offer a lot of upgrades in the neighborhood as part of your homeowners' association fee-cable, WiFi and access to an Olympic-size swimming pool and a pretty great gym. Or so I hear." Juliet turned back to me. "And you hear this from . . . other players? Do some of the guys live here?"

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.

They are a bunch of good luck, but I fear the life ahead would be tough for me. I would have to provide myself every moral support needed to keep them at the right path, take good care of them, and keep them away from Jaxton forever. “Thanks.” ………………………………………….. My new home in the new remote neighborhood was not far from the hospital. It’s just a stone throw, likewise every other home in the neighborhood. None was far from the other, and none was far from the hospital. And, one good thing about the neighborhood is the fact that it is so small that everyone knows his or her neighbors from the first to the last, and kids here are collectively raised by the adults in the neighborhood.

She choose to ignore this also trying to believe that this was the persons first time in a public space and that the person was just nervous. By the time she heard the numerous dinging of the notification bell from her neighbours phone she had had enough. Slamming her book shut, she glanced up at the stranger. A sweet bitter smile on her face. "Don't you think you should put that out." she said through her tight teeth. The boy in front of her looked up from his phone, his face brightening as he sees her face. "I didn't expect to see you here." he said smiling widely at her. She frowned at him.

Streetlights with burnt-out bulbs that nobody had replaced because no one with the authority to do so cared about this part of the city. Mrs Harlow had lived in this part of the city her whole life—the Adisa district. It was mainly filled with working-class people who were honest and kind. This was the kind of neighbourhood where people left their doors unlocked because the only things worth stealing were already shared. She'd refused to move, even after I'd offered to buy her a place in a better area. "My neighbours know me," she'd said, swatting the suggestion away with her wooden spoon. "I'm not leaving people who know me to go live among people who don't."

Nadya said. "Who?" "Our neighbors. I think they are people who wear sexy and fashionable clothes, are arrogant, and classy." "There are some like that, dear. But there's no one like that here. That is one of the reasons I chose to live here." The danish house is located on the outskirts of the city. The residents here are generally people from the lower-middle-class economy. But that's okay; I'd rather live with them than live with arrogant rich idiots. At least here, the neighbors greet each other.