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‘It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone.’
Begin your story or poem with this line.
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It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. I parked the car and began walking down Main Street.
There was a white cottage to my right with a sign that read ‘Threads & Things.’ A few houses down I passed a purple two story Victorian style building that appeared to be a bed and breakfast. It had a wrap around porch with Adirondack chairs on the lawn.
There were two wom...
Where I live, GoldenRope, is a small town, the type of place where everyone knows everyone… especially me and my family.
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I yawn and stretch, and my sister, Briar, romps into my room, her feet heavy and click-clacking on the ground.
“Wake up, Rosie Posie!” She exclaims, shaking my soft pink bed. I moan, “but…” “Todays your first day of school!” She says.
I reluctantly ris...
It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. The latest news was always the talk of the town. The most peculiar thing about this town was its resident troublemaker, a mischievous orange-striped American Bobtail named Nacho. On September 23, 2004, in the early afternoon Nacho just randomly showed up at the back of the fire station in the middle of town and he has been hangin...
It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. A place where news traveled around fast. In five minutes one thing could already be spread around. All the details. I normally didn’t notice or care, but now everyone’s treating me like I can’t cry. Like it was too painful and I’ve changed. Which it’s true I have changed. Or I feel like I have, but I definitely can cry.
“Elina,”...
The town of Ivy Creek was small, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. Restaurants, bakeries, and shops lined the streets and avenues. Flowering trees bordered the sidewalks, giving brightness to the town’s brick buildings.
As a detective in Ivy Creek, nothing much happens. Every now and then, it’s the occasional robbery or noise complaint. Nothing more, nothing less in this quaint, lit...
It’s a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. A place where the most popular people in town shared the surnames found on building plaques. His wife had painted it like the setting of a romance movie, but the longer he stayed, the more sinister things became. His father-in-law was a tall man with eyes of an unnatural color. They reminded him of citrines as they glimmered at him...
It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. Children would play all day and all night. Adults would talk to each other and teens would gossip about what was going on at school. It was a peaceful town -- no discrimination, no racism, no bullying....nothing at all.
It was all like that until 1972, when the first case of bullying was recorded. You see, the Potato King was a ...
It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone and Thomas’ story had already circulated around.
With a click of her tongue and a smile, his psychiatrist, Dr. Garza, says, "Elizabeth, you do realize the gravity of this situation, right? We must take precautions to ensure it never happens again."
Elizabeth chuckles softly, affectionately rubbing Thomas’ head. "Happen again? O...
It was a small town… the type of place where everyone knew everyone. A quiet valley in the mountains. I grew up in a happy home, content to cause the elders trouble with my pranks and listen to the stories of the merchants that travelled through. I would sneak into the tavern and hide underneath tables. I truly thought I was clever back then, snagging food while the travelers pretended to not noti...
It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. Where Main Street was a three block radius street. Holding everything the small town needed. Yet winter had started to hit the small town hard.
“Sarah!” Her mom’s voice broke her out of the concentration she’d had on movement amongst the pine trees across their large yard.
Her mother was sitting at the edge of the front foyer...
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