Washington Square Novels & Stories

- 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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Monday evening, Stephen and I walk out of Saks and onto busy Fifth Avenue as the traffic picks up its pace. In New York City that means the volume increases as the speed decreases. Across the street, tourists as well as employees buzz in and out of Rockefeller Center. The city is filled with electricity, yet the traffic and iconic buildings are merely blips on my already-full radar. I’m thinking, instead, about the ongoing discussions I’ve been having most of the day up on the tenth floor of this famous store.

Could be anywhere. There... ahead of me... Waverly Moorings... A series of berths alongside the river. Once an attractive place for pleasure boats and day-trippers; now derelict, the jetties and piers rotted and broken. Birch Square is at the far end from me; an attractive name for the edge of the more reputable parts of town. As the name suggests, it consists of four blocks of houses and shops set around a central quad. I draw closer, seeing the silhouettes of trees, up-lit by floodlights set in grassy lawns. The fountain, also floodlit, dances and sparkles by the central Christmas tree which stands tall, proclaiming Goodwill To All Men...

I hadn't eaten all day and it was nearly seven o'clock in the evening so I was ravenous. I strolled around Central Square, which fittingly was smack dab in the center of Walkville. The square was surrounded by several restaurants, a coffeehouse, two bars, a movie theater and a concert hall. Something was happening at the concert hall that night because people were streaming into it. I found a really good burger place and lingered over my food while seated at their bar. I sipped a beer with my meal but limited myself to just one. I had a feeling I was going to be a public figure in this town, and I didn't want a reputation as a drunk.

Ten other signers were suspected of being members. In the original plans, Washington wanted the capitol city to be a perfect ten mile square. To Masons, the square represents equality, honesty, and fairness; ideals the founding fathers hoped their new country would reflect (Wasserman 46). It also reflects the hope that the new nation would be built on the principles of reason and geometry, not religion (Decoding). The final plan had a grid of streets designed by Thomas Jefferson with other streets radiating from buildings and monuments such as the Capitol (Decoding). If someone takes a map of Washington DC and traces over the streets, they will find many symbols relevant to satanic culture a

Amber's POV The address on the back of Wolfe's card led me to a building in the Financial District that had no signage. Not unusual in Manhattan. Plenty of serious money operated behind unmarked doors. But this building had a particular quality of invisibility that felt intentional rather than incidental. Twelve stories of dark glass and clean lines, wedged between two older limestone buildings on a narrow street that most GPS systems routed around rather than through. I sat in the back of a cab for thirty seconds after it stopped, looking at the entrance.

After hours of driving, Conrad finally arrives in New York. “Welcome to New York” by Taylor Swift, starts to play as he drives through Brooklyn Bridge. He drives past Times Square and was overwhelmed after seeing the place full of people. He also expected that it would be full of billboards but he still got amazed by it.

Eager to immerse herself in the fast-paced business environment of the Big Apple, Luna eagerly accepted the invitation and embarked on her journey to the city that never sleeps. Upon her arrival, Luna was immediately captivated by the iconic skyline of New York City. The towering skyscrapers, such as the Empire State Building and One World Trade Center, symbolized the city's ambition and drive. The streets were alive with a constant flurry of activity, as people from all walks of life hurriedly went about their day.

“So… How is it there?“ “Fuckin awesome! This is such a bustling city. You should come here.” “Great. Where have you gone so far?” I ask, while taking out some clothes to wear. “Times Square. Now we are going to walk the High Line.” “High Line? What’s that?“ I ask absentmindedly as I try on dresses. I want to look my best today. “It’s a public park on an abandoned train track.” “Thats interesting.” I smile as I decide to put on a wrap on a summer dress with low cleavage. I want to look my best today.