Altur A Short Story

As you walk down the streets of Arcadia, Nebraska, you look from side to side and see nothing more than a quiet little town. What you probably aren’t aware of is the history behind this “little town”. Arcadia is built off of determination, character, and distinctiveness. As you make your way down Main Street, you start to grasp a glimpse of the past. Arcadia, Nebraska is a village with quite a story to tell. Not many people know how Arcadia was founded or even how it came to be. Arcadia has dealt with struggles and overcome tragedies, whereas most towns simply would have died away. In addition to the charm of Arcadia’s perseverance, there are also many fun

My family has lived in Brevard for seventeen years now. This small town is all I've ever known as home. There are aspects of Brevard that I've come to love. With a population of just over 7,000 people, it is very rare that you find yourself in a situation where you can't locate a familiar face. There is something comforting about the familiarity of it all; you know at least one person who lives on every street, you've made memories at every restaurant, park, and street corner. Still, there is an ugly side to this beautiful little corner of the earth.

you like to be in that town? Would you like to have your house get destroyed? I hope not!

(Hook) Peaceful village, green grass, blue skies, and swaying trees. Now, isn’t that the place you would want to live? This can all happen in the village in Covington Woods. Today I will be talking about (Claim) why the members from Glade should join us in Covington. You should join us in Covington because our community is safe, life is simple, and there is no reason to be scared or worried.

There are many great places in the world but there is no place like Ainsworth, Nebraska. Even though I’ve been here for not even four years yet, I’ve noticed some very important details when it comes to the people and places that are here. Everyone is generally decent. Everytime I drive through town, you notice that everyone takes a second out of their day just to even wave at you. I don’t know a lot of people here but they still wave like we have met each other multiple times.

As my clammy hands were resting on my uncontrollably shaking legs, I was patiently waiting for someone to come out and tell me how Cierra was doing. What started off as a normal twelve year old sleepover, turned into a trip to the emergency room in a split second.

As far back as my memory allows me to recall I’ve always lived in the simply small town of Gurdon, Arkansas. Lacking in many of things including a grocery store, it is not necessarily difficult to assume the town is dull just by the looks of the uninhabited streets running through the heart of the city. Luckily with my seventeen years of being a local, I am able to understand that these false accusations just scrape the surface of the deeper aspects that actually make the town that I’m proud to call home so rare. Searching all the things that define Gurdon as home to everyone that has lived here, the Gurdon Light outweighed the others with my own experiences.

Due to the fact that I grew up in Northville, I had always assumed that I had seen all of what this quaint town has to offer. Also, I was under the impression that there were few experiences here to take part in. At the end of this small trip, I realized

The small Wyoming town of Lander is where I grew up the first 9 years of my life. A quiet town with not much to do, a main street that consists of less than a half mile of stores. On the back roads of the town about 6 blocks from the main street and our usual destination is where we would set out from our home nesseled in the back streets of one of 3 elementary

I want to a trip to a small town in Central Florida. This town is nestled on interstate 4 grew up calling it I Fo', the town sits between of the great cities of Florida. It is the direct center point between Tampa and Orlando many people call this small town Orampa . But I know this small citrus town is Polk City Florida. Polk city was named after one of the United States former president James Polk. This town was the town that I have spent most of my formative years as a child. Some of my earliest memories are here. Some of my worst childhood memories are here. So in many ways I call this small town home. Just like most small towns there is only one main road that runs through this town. On one side live the neighborhood from which we called uptown. Uptown was

What about the area surrounding the city? That’s where I lived, in the suburbs. Back in 2005, when I was around seven years old, Cold Springs was seen to be empty. Most of the time all you could see were mountains and dirt; no community parks or franchises, one school and gas station for its 6,000 residents. It gave of the appearance of a old abandoned town which many people drove through without taking a second look, but it was much more that. The best part of where I lived is that my whole life, everything I loved, was on the same two streets. Black Bird Drive ran through Cold Springs like a backbone. It was the main road there and took you anywhere you needed to be in a short bike ride. Connected to that was Jacana Court. This is where I spent my first seven years of life. This is where my memories spilled over every grain of dirt. I broke my first bone on the school monkey bars here, I got addicted to banana Slurpees, met my first friend and got my nickname “cracker box” here. My home in Nevada was much more than just a house, it was everything surrounding it that made me fall in love every morning I stepped outside. Over the years, the pentimento of my existence were left, weaved between every house, trail, and

In the spring of 2020 there was no one to be seen in the city of Fox Town. Anna was the only person in the city. She was walking to her favorite coffee shop where she now works at. She walked in and only one person was in there. Her childhood friend Jackson. Jackson was working his shift which was from 8am to 2pm.”Hey Jackson!” Anna said “Have you seen anyone in the town today?” No and no one has came in here either. I have been the only person working in here. Anna looked out the window and saw that the city looked nice and clean and the colors of the buildings looked like they had meant something. She had never noticed those things before. Everything always looked the same. Hours went by and it was now noon. Anna and Jackson started seeing

Southeast Oakville, filled with houses that look so similar you can’t tell which one is yours, filled with large yards and swimming pools, tiny dogs walking with their jogging mothers. Next to the shining city of Toronto, we’re the town people drive by, stopping for Tims and gas on the way to a big show. Making the city seem so much larger, so much better than the mess of tree-lined streets, Oakville is an introductory town. Most people know the lifecycle that you are born with in Oakville; living with your parents in a higher-upper class house, itching to move away, coming back after university and finding a job, eventually settling down. It seems like we are all stuck in this purgatory here, unless we find a holy excuse to leave, and even then most people won’t take the plunge. For now, more and more people are being hypnotized, stepping to the depths of Oakville.

It wasn’t exactly the home coming I’d always imagined. Our air conditioning had died a couple hundred miles back so I was slick with sweat, more than a little queasy from car sickness and at some point both of my legs had fallen asleep. As I was fighting the uphill battle against the pins and needles in my feet, our car puttered past a dingy green sign proclaiming “Welcome to Indian Trail! Population 35,000.” To be completely honest with you, If I hadn’t seen the signs, I doubt I would have recognized the town at all.

A young man was quietly sitting on a cliff. Above him was a clear blue sky, and before him was an endless ocean that spread as far as eyes could see. As he peacefully watched the scenery, he heard hundreds of footsteps closing in from behind him.