Welcome to the Neighborhood
Posted September 18th, 2023 by BohemianRhapsod...
in sane
September 26th, 2023
In a small, far-off part of Nevada, in the middle of, well, nowhere, there was a neighborhood, after driving for two hours, after a couple of gas stations, and at a fork in the road, if you went left, then you would find a small neighborhood. At the edge, at the dead end, there was a small, cozy house with a tall, handsome man who looked much younger than his years. Though he rarely left the town, he always had a beer or baguette to share with anyone who wanted one. Although his hearing, as of late, had been deteriorating, he loved to talk. When he was going about his daily business, he talked to himself in a mix of German and French, with various words from other languages strewn in, and then shouting out an English profanity here and there. When talking with others, he talked in an accent that was a mixture of French and German, and spoke in rough English, and when he didn't know a word, he often said it in German. He was very extroverted, and knew everyone on the block.
The house next to him was a medium-sized, brown house, with a young man inside. He had gotten a major in Philosophy, and rarely talked. But when he did, it was often very, very wise, wise beyond his years, and he was always listened to. Though, if you knew him, you rarely talked with him or anything, but you could trust him with anything. A secret, a posession, or even your life if it came down to that.
Just across the street was a badly kept house with a very old lady inside. She grew a lot of her food, and she loved to can things. Though she had good intentions, she didn't often quite can things right, so when she gave you some pears or peaches, they were a moldy, disgusing mess, due to her deteriorating hearing and lack of canning skills. She rarely talked with her three sons, or her ten grandchildren, and they rarely visited, because her nearest lived in Las Vegas, and worked at a casino.
To her right, there lived a tall man who had many scars all over him, and never seemed to smell quite right. Deep in the night, you could see weird, glowing smoke coming up from the chimney, or the windows had strange stains. When he wasn't doing it, though, he was often away for long stretches of time, and when he returned, he was often millions of dollars richer.
The last house was home to a small family of five, with three children, ages 4, 7, and 15, and they all loved listening to all the stories the others had to tell. The parents, both in their forties, also liked talking with everyone, and even though they were the newest, having arrived a couple of months ago, they had settled in just fine.
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i see that you've been writing a bunch of short stories. is this supposed to be the place where Joey lives, or did you just think it up one day?
anyway, this is very well-written, and you have improved a lot.
i just saw one grammar mistake
"they were a moldy, disgusing mess, due to her deteriorating hearing, and lack of canning skills."
There shouldn't be a comma before the and, uless there is a seperate subject so for an example
the deer was scared and nervous
there would be no comma, but if it were like this
the deer was scared, and his friend was nervous
then there would be a comma
see what i mean?
I shot for the moon and I missed all the stars
I just thought it up one day. Also, thanks for seeing that! I'll fix it soon.
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