Washington Square Novels & Stories

Maria The moment I step off the bus, I'm hit by a blast of humidity in the face. I'd pause, but everybody is moving fast, and I'm trying to keep up as I exit the Port Authority. I speed walk as if I know where I'm going, and I hope I do. Times Square is like stepping into another world, with bright colors and Broadway billboards over my head. For a moment, I stand still on the sidewalk, soaking in the chaos surrounding me. It's exhilarating and overwhelming all at once—until a woman jostles me out of her way.

Before he closed the door, he answered, "McPherson Square." McPherson Square? Last I heard, there was a massive homeless encampment there. It was in downtown DC, and the homeless of the downtown area had set up their own mini-city in the area. Cops tried to get them to move every few months, but it was never empty for long. The downtrodden people who lived there would find another street to sleep on temporarily, then they'd all migrate back to the square together.

She walked out of the penthouse, ignoring the sudden, crushing silence she left behind. She didn't go to the studio. She walked. She walked south, down Fifth Avenue, past the closed boutiques and the tourists. She walked until her feet hurt and the air in her lungs burned with the cold city smog. She ended up, inevitably, at Washington Square Park. It was crowded. Students, musicians, families. Life, messy and loud and uncurated. She sat on a bench near the arch. She watched a young couple sitting on the grass. They were maybe twenty. He was playing a guitar badly. She was looking at him like he was Jimi Hendrix.

During the tour, Austin showed his friend a run down of NYU and the most fascinating places to be like the Washington Square park,where one could go to after a hectic day, it could either be for relaxing or to maybe just read a book or just to enjoy the view before you. He also took Audrey to the Kimmel center which houses all NYU Campus s activities, clubs and organizations, LGBTQ center and also one of the most popular dining halls, the Kimmel marketplace. They both stopped for a Quick meal and continued their tour. He also took Audrey on an infamous trip to the university Library.

Well, it was beautiful. I saw a neon sign of McDonald's. This was a very beautiful place! It would be a waste if we didn't get to see it before we left! "Times Square is a major commercial intersection, tourist destination, entertainment hub, and neighborhood in Midtown Manhattan, New York City. It is formed by the junction of Broadway, Seventh Avenue, and 42nd Street. Together with adjacent Duffy Square, Times Square is a bowtie-shaped space five blocks long between 42nd and 47th Streets."

ELENA’S POV McPherson Square, Washington DC. 11:47 AM. We sat on a bench near the fountain, surrounded by the mundane bustle of office workers on lunch breaks and tourists snapping photos of the statue. It felt surreal to be amidst normal people living normal lives, eating sandwiches and checking emails, while we waited to meet a Russian mobster's son-in-law who might be leading us into a trap.

“You don’t remember, do you? Let me tell you the rest of the story myself.” J Across from your law library was Washington Square park—a beautiful New York City park with elm trees, highlighted by the circular fountain in the middle and the Washington Square Arch near the Fifth Avenue entrance. You remember it, yes? The park, a tourist attraction, and a place for owners to run their dogs, was once a potter’s field for indigent, yellow fever victims and, as legend had it, home of an ancient elm tree that served as gallows. That, you didn’t know, little plaçage, did you? But some place, deep down, you must have sensed it.

Even it was raining hard, the street was still busy with wheels rolling on the wet street, and feet marching on the sidewalk. The Ladies’ Coffee was a small café on the east of New York City. It was quite unpopular because of its location. It was hidden behind the tall law firm building, and was a bit far from the center of downtown. Not many actually knows that an eighteen-years-old café was existing behind the Madison Firm.

It was better to continue to hate each other like this so that they could get on with their own lives. Silje put on a white one-piece fur dress and a white mink shawl on top. Her hair now reached her shoulders and she used hair wax to pull it back in a sleek style. Click, click. The white high heels she wore made a distinct sound as she walked. It was one of her favorite pairs with romantic white roses on them. Silje headed towards the meeting place. Union Square, Flatiron District & Gramercy. The Flatiron building. It was a triangular steel-framed landmark building in New York surrounded by luxury boutique and high-rises.

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?