There's not much to say about the small town of Storybrooke. A town that sustains itself, moves at its own pace and acts like a large extended family. Many of its inhabitants grew up there, took on a family business much older than themselves and expects to stay there for the rest of their life. They're not even large enough to merit getting their own college, with those wanting to pursue a higher education having to leave town. But in the end, most who leave for a while return, accepting that the small town was their home.
The only way to leave and enter the quiet neighborhood is by a twice daily ferry service, which travels across Triton Lake and to the slightly larger and more populated city of Ananii, then back to Storybrooke. Upon leaving the dock and small beach area, you'll be greeted by the town's favourite and only restaurant, which doubled as the only place to serve liquor as long as it's past six. It's somewhere between the lakeside and the town proper, although the proprietors would argue they're closer to the water. Continuing past, you'll end up in the town's main street. It's the busiest area, and probably noisiest, thanks to the fact the place houses all the major businesses. City hall sits at the end of main street, looking as imposing as ever. You'll also find emergency response at the corner just before you turn to the residential area, but they don't get much action other than the occasional lost item or kitten stuck in a tree.
The town's inn is just outside the residential area, but nearer to Main Street to keep things convenient for the few tourists that come by. Continuing along the winding roads, you'll be able to study the quaint neighbourhood and the fact that the house lots were haphazardly put. Someone had taken the time to do rudimentary landscaping on the small awkward bends. It lent the place its own charm. One of the houses is actually a clinic, labelled simply by a sign in front indicating its purpose. Somewhere along the way you should've found two large fenced in areas; the signs and the noise of children's laughter should indicate that the place was Storybrooke's elementary and high school. Go further past, and the houses should give way to neat rows of various plants and pastures of grazing animals. Congratulations, you've found the farm and ranch.
By now you should've reached the end of cobblestoned paths. If you keep going (or ask for directions), you should find a small dirt path that goes into the woods. Don't be afraid; people go through it often enough that there shouldn't be any dangerous wild animals nearby. At the end of the road, and you'll probably be covered by leaves when you get there, you should find a small shrine and house. If you're lucky you might find the resident priest/priestess free and s/he'll invite you for tea. They'll lead you down back, and you'll sit sipping as you look at the clearing filled with flowers. If you ask, they'll explain their tradition of conducting cremation on the dead, then releasing their ashes in the field of flowers.
So all in all, that's what Storybrooke can boast. It's a small town, but rather quaint and picturesque. If you need time to relax and think about life, it's a good place to go. And if you happen to fall in love with it, well, there's still plenty of room. They're not going to turn into a bustling city anytime soon.
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