New York Lingo Novels & Stories

I concentrated very hard on the link and heard him thinking about some men, I picked up the words criminals, homeless and death. It all sounded like gibberish to me but it was better than nothing. "Lucian, I heard him thinking about criminals and homeless people. Does that ring a bell?" I asked Lucian after losing the connection. "hmmm.... that sounds like features of the rough parts of the city" he murmured, deep in thought "What part of the city would be filled with criminals, homeless people and all manner of bad people?" Lucian asked me "well, it certainly can't be Manhattan. I heard Hell's kitchen is probably the toughest part of New York" I said, but not very sure.

he said and gave a mock bow that made her laugh. She was done in some minutes, and after locking the door to her apartment, they giggled off. The road was filled with all manner of persons as they hurried to get to work. Thousand of them. The hustling and bustling in New York City were second to none. Their feet swished across the tiled road and the Blaring of horns by cars and vehicles filled the air. Monday it is. It was no different for the forty thousand students of New York University. Lucia and Jackson thronged along with the others, laughing as they went.

"Yeah... I've prepared something beautiful for us there." "And where are we now?" Gwyneth asks, recalling Dominic's last message about his whereabouts. "We're in Los Angeles," Axel replies casually. "Then where is New York?" "New York is also called Manhattan... I mean, Manhattan is part of New York... New York is a big city with many areas like Brooklyn, Manhattan, Vermont, and many more." Gwyneth falls silent again, seemingly confused, until she looks at Axel. "How long is the journey to New York by horse?" she asks.

Weren’t New Yorkers more like, uptight and distant compared to Los Angelinos? “Where in New York? I was about to go there during New York’s fashion week.” Amanda leaned closer to her as if she suddenly became interested. “I’m from the Bronx,” Maria responded. That’s why she talked faster; she was from New York. Her accent was very New Yorkish, contrary to how we talk here in L.A. “Why did you suddenly move to Los Angeles?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too nosy. I just remembered the first date Mason and I had. And he told me about his experience in New York. It just suddenly flashed back in my head.

" He asked "You don't speak like most New Yorkers. It's sometimes standard English then the accent chips in. Where were you born?" I asked "Los Angeles. I still visit sometimes but that's where I was born. I also speak a lot of foreign languages because I travel a lot. Get some sleep" He said turning the lights off.

He said tossing Mico the keys. “Don’t I always,” Mico said rolling his eyes. Bobby didn’t say anything, he hated driving especially in New York City, the people couldn’t drive worth shit. They were always throwing their hands in the air, and cussing up the storm, and it was congested. Italy had its places, but it wasn’t as bad as New York. “Oh, come on, move your ass!” Mico growled at the people in front of them. “Don’t tell me you are starting to act like them?” Bobby growled. “Just sit here and wait for them to get out of the way.”

“Not exactly.” “Not exactly poor, either,” I muttered, giving his watch a quick glance. I didn’t know the brand, but I knew enough to know I couldn’t afford it in any lifetime. He chuckled again. “And you?” “Born and raised in Astoria, Queens.” I said proudly. We ended up talking about the noise in New York, and I, of course, leapt to its defense like it was a national treasure. “New York isn’t loud, it’s alive,” I argued. “I’d take honking horns and shouting cabbies over Chicago’s fake-nice silence any day.”

I hoped it was only for me. There was a long pause as neither of us knew what to say next. It had been so easy to talk to him on the beach, but now, I was tongue-tied and shy. I played with my food, trying desperately to think of something to say. “So... , how are you liking New York?” Jack finally asked, breaking our awkward silence. “It’s huge!” I blurted out. Jack laughed. “I mean, it is so much bigger than where I’m from. It’s been a little overwhelming.”

Abigail clarified as she fastened her seatbelt. Jose began driving while Abigail gazed around the city. For the very first time that she arrived in New York, they were passing through a road, unlike the regular bridge that led to Lust, which she was tired of seeing. Tall buildings and skyscrapers were the iconic landmarks of New York, with people and passersby going about their daily business. "Did Mr. Rizzo tell you about the party on Wednesday?" Jose began a conversation as he stopped at the traffic light sign.

Its charcoal interior welcomes me and feel like I could possess the world all over again with how sweet this car rides. It takes me forever to get through traffic. Some shithead cuts me off squeezing through so, I roll down my window “Hey fucker! Learn to drive you piece of shit” someone looks over at me and shouts “Hey fuck off bitch” “Fuck you dickhead, mind your own fucking business!” Soon more people start shouting at each other in the middle of the traffic jam, God, I love New York!