Washington Square Novels & Stories

I should cherish every moment with her so I tried to divert my attention instead of starting another dramas. I also tried to take photos of different New York landmark's and areas while wandering my eyes around. This bridge offers a great view of different veritable work of Art including the Empire State building and Statue of Liberty. This made this place very special and a glorious public space not just an engineering triumph. After of almost an hour of walking, we headed to Sweet Green to order her favorite organic salad. She's a vegetarian ever since before. She's also the one who influenced me to quit my unhealthy habits.

He didn’t stop me. I left through the side door, avoiding the main foyer where Ivan’s security guys would report back to him. The night air hit me like a slap—humid, thick with exhaust and the faint smell of garbage from the alley. I walked. Fast. Hands shoved deep in my pockets. No destination. Just movement. I ended up near Washington Square. Didn’t plan it. My feet just took me there. The park was quieter at night, but still alive—couples walking hand-in-hand, kids on skateboards, some guy playing saxophone under a streetlamp. I kept to the edges, hood up, shoulders hunched. Invisible. That’s how I like it.

Times Square. The world's largest billboard was now playing a loop of Preston Vance's most humiliating moment in his life with unprecedented clarity. His face, kneeling and weeping, was magnified hundreds of times, reflected on the shocked and bewildered faces of thousands of tourists and New Yorkers in the square. Meanwhile, inside the museum's charity gala, everyone's cell phones vibrated incessantly. Whispers, suppressed laughter, and undisguised mockery spread like a plague among the impeccably dressed crowd.

"I got perfect." "Damn, I got a B," Hayden spoke and turned the car to a one-way street. I saw the buildings with big screens again. This time, there were a lot more people. The place was crowded. "This is Times Square." Jared said. I grinned as I gazed at the big lights. Hayden parked the car somewhere near Times Square and from there, we walked around. New York never fails to astonish me. Modern luxurious establishments are everywhere. We went to Soho and they dragged me to a one-dollar pizza place. My heart clenched as another memory flashed.

Emma stood outside Jake Morrison's apartment building on the Upper East Side, clutching her laptop bag and seriously questioning her life choices. The elegant brownstone with its wrought-iron details and perfectly manicured entrance screamed expensive the kind of place that came with doormen and marble lobbies and editors who could afford to take risks with their authors' careers.

A rlington Avenue, might be one of the easy going towns in Brooklyn, New York, but deep inside its heart laid one of the dopest buildings in all of Brooklyn, the lighthouse. The lighthouse made more crazy noise than the entire Yankee stadium and had more lightening on its dance floor than ‘club la-vela,’ the largest nightclub in the United States of America.

Lilly. I stood in front of the impressive glass W&W building in downtown Washington, D.C. my eyes raised up to its top floor. The building was five stories high and stood out with its modern but elegant architecture. Sun reflected against its glass windows and the glare blinded. The voices around me felt distant as the street buzzed with life. The crisp May weather promised a beautiful afternoon and an even more gorgeous weekend. Yet, as I stood here, something about this whole situation made my stomach flutter with nerves.

- then send. At 6:45 PM, I tell Delilah I'm going for a walk. "Want company?" she asks. "No. I just... I need some air. I'll be back soon." She looks worried but doesn't push further. "Okay. Be safe." I take the elevator down and walk out into the cold evening air. Washington Square Park is crowded with students, tourists and street musicians. I find the south fountain and sit on the edge. At exactly seven PM, a man in a rumpled suit approaches. He looks like he's in his forties with tired eyes.

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The day turns out to be pretty damn awesome. After Central Park, we visit the Museum of Natural History, Times Square, and then the Rockefeller Center. We ride all the way to the top of the Empire State Building, and when we come down, Alex takes me around the corner to a little bakery that has the most amazing cannolis I've ever tasted in my life. We eat so many that we're both too full for dinner, and even then, I'm wondering how many I might be able to fit in my purse and take back with me.