Washington Square Novels & Stories

Some doing morning jogs, others just chatting and the rest just getting ready for the day. Walking halfway down the field I suddenly smelt a delicious scent hit my nose. It smelt of breakfast waffles, burning wood and sweet candy. It smelt good enough to eat and I know my wolf agreed with me but her reaction to the smell was more scared than wanting to eat. She both loved the smell with me and was scared of it. What's her problem?

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.

It is with great horror that the echo of the voice of a woman comes traveling from the direction that the man with the hoody has disappeared into. The very first thought that sets to mind is that Roberto has revealed himself. I can only envision the chaos that is set to break loose at any moment. Now, this is not the place to have a battle; there are hundreds of masses. The sights of the Square lions, the Statues, and the Fountains, make Trafalgar Square an absolute popular place for tourists.

On the other side of it all, there is a beautiful square with a fountain in the middle. The grass is green, and the walkways are pristine. There are benches under trees and the strong scent of roses fills the air. All around us, people stop to look as Asher pushes me across the street and then across the square, but they quickly lose interest and carry on with whatever they were doing.

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.