Neighbourhood Novels & Stories

People might be curious to see the runaway Hunter and as exciting as that sounds I don't want to be in the spotlight. Mom rounded another corner and started slowing the car. The road was lined with brick and wooden houses, each with a white picket fence surrounding it. The ones with two stories had terraces on the second floor like it was a kind of law. People of different sizes and colors were moving around doing their own business, shouting greetings at one another. It was a picture of a peaceful neighborhood where no one had to watch his back when walking alone on the road because he had the assurance that his neighbors were helping him do that. Mom rolled down the window to shout greetin

I walked down the street, no particular destination in mind and observed the rows of similar houses down the street. Molly used to live in this neighborhood when we were younger, she had moved with her parents about five years ago, I didn't bother making other friends when I had Molly then, I deeply regretted my decision after she left. I had absolutely no idea who my neighbours were, at this point, I really didn't care anymore.

“This neighbourhood is very close. I’ve been here since I was born, and the other families here are very much like my own family.” Jai smiled. “Must be nice. It feels like you have a big family here.” Risa giggled genuinely. “Yes. It’s very nice.” They soon arrived at a house. It wasn’t very different from the other houses in the residential area. It had a name sign that both Jai and Darrion could not read as it was in different letters, but it had more potted plants from the other houses that looked refreshing to the eyes of those passing by the front lawn.

“The possibility of you getting hurt in your neighbourhood is higher than something going wrong with the pregnancy.” So he was serious. Was he really that rich that he couldn’t phantom the idea that some people can’t afford to live anywhere else than in rough neighbourhoods? Besides, my neighbourhood was one of a kind. My drug dealer neighbour came to my aid when I had fainted while Clara was with me. My other neighbour, who I was fairly certain worked as a prostitute, once helped me cover rent when I couldn’t. It was my first house, and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. “I am not moving,” I said

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 try to get some work done, but it’s not enough to distract me from this feeling. It’s late in the afternoon when I break. I don’t care what happens. I just need to see both of them. Without another thought, I take a ride and drive to a familiar neighborhood. It doesn’t take long to get where I’m going. Several eyes follow my car as I make my way through Connor and Santana’s neighborhood. A homeless man is hauling a shopping cart full of newspapers and two tattooed men smoking cigarettes near a corner store. This neighborhood is not the best with its rundown and abandoned buildings. The front yards are cluttered with abandoned vehicles, furniture, and garbage. The grass is yellow from lack

Especially when they may come back. We didn’t live in the best of areas. It was difficult to find a decently priced apartment close to the city that we could afford. But, thankfully, when we did find one, the neighbors were so sweet and friendly, and looked out for us. Mainly because we were so much younger than the majority of them.

I say. "Ok then. I guess I'll be on my way then." She gives one last lingering stare at Brandon's door before walking away. I felt bad for the woman, she definitely set her eyes on the wrong man. This grumpy-ass neighbor of mine didn't seem like someone who would be interested in her advances. Poor Rita. *******

It looked pretty vacant as well but the neighbours could just have been locked away inside their houses. "Do you have neighbours?" I ask falling in line next to him. "Yeah but they're old," he groans. A smile tugged at my lips and I trailed him up the driveway. The greyish coloured house did nothing to make the neighbourhood anymore appealing or livelier. The neighbourhood looked like something you'd see before there was a zombie apocalypse or something. Empty streets and no living person around except for Ossey and me. Ossey opened the door and entered and I followed. The inside of the house looked a lot more cheerful and colou

I want to start over as a new me, so I went to the province to My Aunt’s Ancestral House. I wasn’t really disappointed, Because the first time I set foot in Aunt Eli’s house was my cousin Mae’s face. She screamed like there’s no tomorrow, “ Cousin I miss you so much” Thank You for visiting us. I have many stories to tell you she said. My god I’m so excited you are in the right time because it’s our Barangay’s Fiesta. And has a lot of activities and games. And I’ll take you with me so you won’t get bored.