Suburbia Stories

reflections of suburbia, poetry. ©lovewraths 2021-

An unidentified young narrator takes readers on a journey through her thoughts while it seems the world falls apart at her feet. She lives in a small minded, small town world where it seems like nothing ever changes. The simplicity and mediocrity of her minuscule life fuels a fiery temperament and constantly shifting mood.

Rose Fall lane is a picture perfect place to live, the people were friendly, the gardens were tended to with care and the streets are sparkling clean. But when 17 year old Adam Fuller hangs himself from his living room light fitting the idyllic neighbourhood is plunged into a mysterious world filled with danger and deceit. Meet Alice, Rachelle, Victoria and Dylan a small group of close neighbours. After finding a hidden note from the despairing teen they take it upon themselves to find out the truth, but sometimes the truth is better off staying buried in the past.

A group of teenage boys make a reality-altering discovery in an empty lot, circa 1993. ∞ Originally published in Philippine Speculative Fiction Vol. 4 ∞ A Wattpad Featured Story as of May 2015

The gods have all moved to the closest thing to heaven on earth: suburbia. Watch the trailer here http://www.magisto.com/album/video/LzkrU1NBHwI8Pz0PYnZLA3E?l=vsm&o=a&c=c

Poems vaguely related to the suburban/urban experience. Mostly written in the early hours of the morning when I should be studying, but I hope you enjoy! (also, the earlier ones are from a while ago - the quality gets better later on I hope :P) © 2016 Rapunzerella. All rights reserved. Please don't steal my work.

Lawrence is in the last stages of a home renovation when he installs a fairy door in his daughters room. Following online instructions, the door opens and Lawrence's home goes through magical changes. Watch the trailer here http://www.magisto.com/album/video/JCEqR1dBHwI8Pz0PYnZLAHg?l=vsm&o=a&c=m

A collection of Letters, Emails, Diary entries and more documentation found in the town of Woodland, MA after the incident. The Massachusetts Town and Counties Historical Society has gathered these items in hopes of shedding some light on the horrific events which transpired in Woodland, MA in the winter of 1994.

Et ipsa scientia potestas est. ---- Knowledge itself is power.

Two middle aged Suburban men who despite living on the same cul-de-sac have never actually met, find themselves becoming new best friends as this summer in the 'burbs will forever change them. Join these two ordinary guys who go from having their lives on pause for the summer to putting their lives on fast forward in an accidental search for meaning and something more out of life. Who would have thought that two grown men could get into so much trouble, but that is what a mid-life crisis will do to you!

A lonely tragedy of something which shouldn't have happened.

Calliope Daniels has always been a daddy's girl. She reveled in her kosher, boring, suburban lifestyle. That is, until the inevitable happens: her court mandated time with her vindictive mother. Now, Ms. Suburbia has to figure out how to navigate Section 8 Housing, metal detectors at school, gang wars, and an overprotective half brother. With a little help from her friends, she might just make it out of the 404 in one piece.

we're just rich kids with nicotine addictions published 2016

An immaculate suburban home. Perfectly coiffed roses in the garden. A wealthy husband, a loving wife, and a bloated corpse in the pantry.

My eyes grew wide as I heard the banging of gun shots going off behind me. I whipped around and saw three armed men fire shot guns and pistols at us as we ducked behind cars. Suburbia broke a car window with the butt of his gun to distract the men as we ran toward the car on the other side of the street. He started firing back at them after they looked at him; you could see the old, angry flames back to burning in his eyes after two years without fighting. He shot one down but not before the other two turned on us. "RUN! RUN FOOLS!" Suburbia yelled as he sprinted across the street and reloaded the shot gun. I got defensive and pulled out my Desert Eagle and started firing at the man closest to us. I shot out his right arm so he couldn't shoot too well, but he quickly switched hands and started shooting again. I felt anger bubble up inside of me as I shot at the man. I grit my teeth and kept firing, hoping I wouldn't run out of ammo. I heard a yelp and turned my head to see Suburbia going down. Luckily, the guy I was firing at turned his head too; by now I was full of hatred and rage. I quit messing around and shot the guy in the chest; he crippled onto his knees as he held his rib cage. I jumped over a car hood and ran toward Suburbia. The guy I shot started firing back at me again as I ran. He shot me in the legs but I forced myself to keep running. Simply crossing the road made it seem like it was 1,000 miles long but I just kept going; nothing was gonna stop me from saving my brother. My ears were ringing; I could barely hear the gun shots now. I could barely hear Animal, Heather, and Scott calling out my name. I bit down hard on my tongue and it started to bleed. I spit out blood and looked back at my friends as I jumped over the car Suburbia was behind. I saw the fear in everyone's eyes, especially Heather's.