Neighbourhood Novels & Stories

EMMA’S POV I draw the curtain open and let the morning lights seep into the room. The neighborhood is called Willowmere—a place that sounds like it belongs to a postcard or a childhood book, and that feels intentional enough to be safe. It sits far from everything I used to know, far from the usual streets and names that echo too loudly. Outside my window, life is happening quietly. A grey-haired man walks his dog with unhurried patience, a petite woman waters potted plants on her balcony. Two teenagers stroll past, laughing softly, their backpacks hanging loose like the world is yet to be against them.

"I made this my place to come whenever I needed some peace and wanted to clear my mind." Grabbing my hand, he takes me towards the wooden deck that leads to the small lake surrounded by wild bushes. Thankfully, I am wearing full- sleeves; otherwise, I would have been a big target of mosquitoes as I can already picture monster-sized mosquitoes hiding in these bushes. Since this place is hidden in the back of some old neighborhood, this place looks unkempt. However, the quietness which surrounds this place is something that instantly gives you a sense of peace. "It just feels so..." Shaking my head; I try to find the right word to define this place and the feeling which I am experiencing just

Blanche nods with a small smile. Truth be told, I do not have to see the inside to know that I love it. The outside is just so beautiful. I bet the inside is just as stunning. "Let's go in." She says and we head to the door. While she was struggling to get the door open, I took the time to look around the neighbourhood. All the houses are very beautiful and well taken care of. The grass patches are all neatly trimmed with flowers and little plants on the sides. The different browns all clash and form a serene feeling over the whole neighbourhood.

- I scold myself for never remembering to buy useful medicine to leave at home. I hurry out of the house, usually taking the stairs because I am afraid of elevators. I always imagine that the thing will crash with me inside and I will be desperate in there, but under the circumstances I will have to take the elevator, there is no other way. I push the button and wait, tapping my foot on the floor impatiently. - Come on, damn it! - I complain to the metal box in front of me. Finally the doors open and I get in, just as I was about to close, I hear Nando's voice, my neighbor, screaming.

She said while sobbing. Oh, No !! She would live here! In my building? " Here?? In this building? Which floor? " " Fourth! " Shit!! She is on 4 th floor too?? That means, she was my new next-door neighbour. " Oh, No!!! " " What happened?? " " Nothing! " I said picking up my bike and parking it again safely. " Where do you live?" She asked. " Never mind!! " " But then, how will I return your money?? "

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

“I’m Isaac your new neighbor. I just transferred to my new place here last night and am still unfamiliar with this town and I thought you could lend me a hand. He asked. “Oh, okay what is it then? I shyly answered realizing I’m still in my sleepwear dress and my hair was messed up. “I just want to ask if there’s any nearby supermarket here in the area. while he is speaking, I simply straighten my messed hair. “Oh yes, when you come down you just straight ahead and turn right on 32nd Street. You can see one Hypermarket there it's small but if you need a bigger one you can go to 38th Street it's a 15-minute drive from here.” “Okay, Thank you for your help, Ms.?” Isaac said. “Bettany Wright”. “

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”

“Of course mother you don't even have to tell me, I already live the ambiance and atmosphere of this village of course I love the peace and harmony here as well, is like everybody is looking out for each other, this has been the kind of life I've always wanted all my life, and I'm happy that my kids gets to live in a place like this and experience this kind of love, a neighborhood where they can run around and be kids without any fear, a neighborhood where everyone loves each other and looks out for each other, a neighborhood where everyone talks freely with each other and even share food, life problems and goals without fear or jealousy, I think I'm one of the luckiest people in the world c

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.