What's Your Next-Door Neighbor Story?

Submissions Tagged 'neighbor'

The neighbors called us trashy becuase frequently the front lawn was strewn with toys. We have bats and balls, hockey sticks and nets, blankets for picnics and pitchers for lemonade. We are a family.

Where the other neighbors heard shouts of glee, of children playing and parties for toddlers they heard offensive noise.

They never returned balls that went over the fence. They never smiled. They hated us.

We came to dislike them too when we realized that she was a pediatrician.

Thank God, Jacob a lonely widower in his sixties lived next door and came to my rescue. Things always broke down and with the kids. I fixed him a meal when I had a few extra dollars and the kids loved to hear his stories about the old country (Ireland). I wondered why Jacob's children never came to visit him.

After days of not seeing him in his yard, and a visibily full mailbox, I decided to go check on him. No one answered. What should I do? I called his number again and again and still Read more

The bubble man lives next door. He is pale and skinny with a long black ponytail; the same jet-black inks his arm with spades and skulls. His porch is filled with lawn chairs, trashcans, and cardboard crates. Some of the crates have been decorated with colorful, chalked graffiti. He is a stoner with a bubble wand.

I first noticed the bubble man while I was doing my laundry. I saw a large glistening bubble float by my third floor window; its soapy complextion and rainbowed reflection captured my imagination.

I wanted to meet this bubble man. Read more

Spending a few nights at the Vegas hotel was a brief respite from our old lunatic downstairs neighbor Rita. Constantly screaming at the ceiling for the least infraction, including walking from the living room to the kitchen in our bare feet, she and her Igor-like roommate would also rustle about on their balcony at night, slipping off to the dumpster with mysterious plastic bags we suspected contained dead squirrels. There were certain … squelchy noises at night that were creepy as hell. Not to mention that it made it awfully tough to relax in the one place that should be Read more

When I was six, my parents and I lived next door to a beautiful woman named Genevieve. She lived alone in a one-bedroom condo with satin pillows and she babysat me once a week. Genevieve made the tastiest macaroni and cheese. Genevieve's was the only house on the block with cable TV. I loved going over to Genevieve's house more than anything. One night, I overheard my mom speculating to my dad that Genevieve might be a lesbian. Genevieve was African American, and because I had never heard of a lesbian or a black woman at the age of six, Read more

My wife and I bought a house in a quaint little neighborhood in Lancaster, PA. It was built in 1927, and the house next door sat just outside our back door, to the right, beyond a huge thorny holly bush. Most days, on their porch were random dilapidated plumbing fixtures and Big Dick; I never knew him by any other name. He had worked at a hot dog packing plant for 34 years, and now weighed an easy 300 pounds and was confined to a walker. He had a son, whom the family called Little Dick, a perpetually Read more

Have a Next-Door Neighbor Story?

As part of our new webcomic, Next-Door Neighbor, we thought it appropriate to have a little contest. Tell us your best true next-door neighbor story, and the winning tale will be matched with an artist and transformed into a webcomic and included as the final installment of Next-Door Neighbor.

About Next-Door Neighbor

No matter how close or how far, we all live next to someone, and we all have a Next-Door Neighbor story. With that in mind, editor Dean Haspiel asked some of his favorite storytellers and cartoonists to create their favorite NDN stories so we could share them with you.

The Fine Print & Contest Rules

By submitting an entry, you are granting SMITH the right to reprint or republish that entry online or in print, as well as make any necessary edits. See SMITH's terms of service for complete details.

This contest ends September 1, 2008. Prizes are not redeemable for cash and must be accepted as awarded. Winners are decided at the discretion of SMITH judges and all decisions are final. SMITH reserves the right to change the contest rules. Enter as often as you want. SMITH reserves the right to reprint or republish all entries.

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