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So one evening I was driving down a road. I didn’t know where I was going or how far it was from home, but I was positive that I needed a vacation. One thing I did know was that I was somewhere in Kentucky. I looked at the fuel gauge and saw I needed gas badly and I was, of course, in the middle of nowhere. I soon came up to a sign that said, “Welcome to Spottsville.”  I thought, “What a peculiar name for a town like this?” I mean it looked pretty nice. There weren’t too many people living there. I would guess around maybe 200 people, more or less. As I pulled up to the nearest gas station, I hopped out of my car and saw the cashier standing inside the window peering out at me like I was some kind of alien. I knew I wanted to find out how this town got its name.

So once I filled my tank up I walked inside to get a better look at the place and asked why he was staring at me. He saw me headed toward the front door of the gas station and acted as if he was busy. I slowly walked across the room to the cooler and I stuck my head inside to see what kind of beverages they had and I decided to pick a regular bottle of pop. I then wandered up and down the aisles to see what sort of snacks they carried. I then found my favorite bag of chips and went to the cashier. As I headed in his direction, I saw that his nametag said “Seth.” When I reached the counter he asked me what I was doing here, and I said that I was on a road trip to see my family. Okay, so I told a little white lie because to me he looked a little freakish up close and I wanted to get out of there. Then Seth asked me what I thought of the town. I said I thought it looked pretty nice. I mean it did. There were a few scattered trees and few nice houses. They had some really bizarre buildings though. I believe they were all office buildings but they all looked old, dusty and had brown spots. They looked like spheres; some weren’t perfectly round, but close enough. I had been thinking it was odd, but figured it was some kind of special architecture that they liked. I told him I felt a sort of relaxed feeling while in the town, but I was in kind of a hurry to get some rest. So I asked if there was nearby hotel. He gave me the directions and I was off. I found the hotel easily and I was so exhausted. I checked in and then realized I had forgotten to ask about the name of the town. I figured I would ask in the morning.

I got up bright and early to continue my grand adventure throughout the state of Kentucky, but I remembered I wanted to ask the story of the town’s name. I jumped in my car and headed toward the gas station I had been at the night before. I went inside and saw Seth, the cashier.  Looking at him now, in broad daylight, he wasn’t as intimidating as I had thought. He looked more like a giant teddy bear with a few creepy features here and there, but still a softer face in the light. I went over to the cooler again, got my same drink and the same kind of chips as before. I went back up to the counter and he and I had a long conversation about this little town of Spottsville, Kentucky.

It turned out these buildings had been here before people even started settling here, a long time ago. The settlers had noticed the buildings and were just fascinated by them.  They went inside to see if anyone was there, but sadly there had been no one there for a long time. They didn’t know who built the strange buildings or why they left, but they had loved the buildings so much that they had decided to keep them but try and rebuild them so they were more stable and better looking. They kept the color of the buildings though, with the brown spots and everything.

I finally understood why the town was named Spottsville, and the name was nothing how I imagined it to be, but that’s life. Even though it was an unusual town with an unusual name, I’ll always remember that odd town I had stopped in on my great journey, as I will with the other cities and towns I stopped in that year. It’s one of the few towns trying to keep their history alive and they will always remember it wherever they go. Personally, I’ll go back to that town once a year to visit my friend Seth, the cashier. We now sit and talk for a long time and we have become great friends. I am still traveling because after going to Spottsville, I’ve realized that I’d rather travel and see new and interesting places than work in an office. I find other nice towns in Kentucky and other states, and amazing stories that go with them, but I know that Spottsville, Kentucky will always be my favorite.



  1. Rick says:

    I loved the ending to the story. I do hope you keep traveling in your life and make new friends like Seth. There are a lot of nice people and great stories. Enjoy them all.

  2. Brian says:

    I love the descriptiveness of your writing. Reading this made me feel like I was there seeing these odd buildings. Very interesting. Almost sounds like science fiction.

  3. Julie says:

    I liked the way you started thinking Seth was kind of scary but in the light of day, when you had an opportunity to speak with him, he became your friend. That’s what we all need to remember every day.

  4. Cassandra says:

    What a great story! I enjoyed reading your journey it seemed like I went with you. I got all wrapped up in your story when is the story going to be written? Nice going Allie the story was well written.

  5. Alyssa says:

    I will be interested to hear about the new things you learn about Spottsville each time you visit–it’s funny how places have layers you can peel away, almost like an onion!

  6. David Hecker says:


    To me a good book is one that takes me to where the story takes place. A book that makes me feel that I am there. Your story did just that. Thanks for the fun read. Great job.


  7. Mike Schichtel says:

    Your story about Spottsville kept me on edge. I kept feeling that something awful was going to happen to you. Maybe I shouldn’t of read the Emmet Till {?} story first!

  8. Isaac says:

    I thought the ending was very interesting. It makes me want to travel around to different towns and find the history behind them. It mad me keep and I wanted to find out how they got the name of Spottsville. I think it’s a great story.

  9. Adam says:

    It was a very nice story! More towns do need to keep their history alive. Kids also should learn about their towns history.

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