Stories tagged “new york”

  • When in New York [1]

    When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Fair enough, but I wasn’t in Rome, I was in New York, and when in New York… Well, I honestly had no idea what New Yorkers like me did, so it didn’t really make much of a difference. My name is Caroli...

    • Author: B. R. Lee
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • When in New York [2]

    “Caro, do you even know how to read that?” Maggie asked me, her tone all bemused and very much an indication that she was humouring me. She does that a lot. I scowled at her. “It’s a map, Mags. It can’t possibly be any mor...

    • Author: B. R. Lee
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Borough

    There had been a vote. Tony bitched and moaned about it, but deep down he understood the others in the band had a point. He was the one who’d given the kid the okay to sing. He’d have to be the one to explain the situation to Vince’s ...

    • Author: RicoLaser
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Spirit of the Subway, or Something Like That (Mature)

    Amidst the phenomenon of public transit, which most agree is the least clean phenomenon ever except for, like, disease and death phenomenons, or, uh… phenomeni? Anyway, you don’t really expect to see anyone that you’ll connect with. I...

  • A Word on Dialects from The Irish Pianist

    Y’know, iss kinda funny how diff ‘rent people talk d’pending on where ye’are. F’y’go r’round’New York, the dialects are different. And not just the City, either. There’s more t’New York than t...

  • I Don't Believe In God

    The chaotic streets of New York City faded to silence around me as my mind swarmed with thoughts of anxiety and depression. I walked the four long blocks back to my appartment in shame, replaying the past hour over and over in my head. That’s not...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • It had been a good summer, after all.

    It had been A Good Summer after all. Ira and Sidney had argued over linguini for hours, the red and white checkered tablecloth between them flapping in the breeze that blew off the Hudson River, down 35th Street and beneath the small table they share...

    • Author: glenchen
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Jimmy Jabber's Last Ride

    The streetlights overhead played havoc with the shadows as I drove the body of Jimmy Jabbers across the Brooklyn Bridge. His body sat like a sack of potatoes in the passenger seat, legs and arms limp as could be, what’s left of his head turned aw...

    • Author: Chris Hoke
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • In Real Time

    From a transmission on FOX News, October 31, 2009: “We are just receiving word that a nuclear warhead has just been detonated on American soil. The—the bomb seems to have gone off over Washington. It appears that the entire federal district...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Wind Chimes

    I hate wind chimes. I remember sitting on Grandma’s porch with her everyday, talking, waiting for Jim the mailman, watching people as they walk down our alley. There were always wind chimes. I could hear them, and until I grew up and actually sta...

    • Author: Katie
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • What's Up?

    Carl walked down the street in Philadelphia. Some dumb punks were graffitiing on the walls of a closed haberdashery, and the police were on the scene. Officers were getting sprayed with paint from aerosol cans while onlookers were shouting “Polic...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Shutting Down the Gateway

    From The New York Times, November 2, 2009: ST. LOUIS (AP) – The Gateway to the West is suffering the terrible and tragic phenomenon of massive riots today as tensions have been stretched beyond their breaking points. Violence first erupted at the...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • civil engineering

    Joe Colinham 61, was getting a cup of coffee. Second one of the morning. The cart outside Lever House wasn’t too clean but the coffee didn’t burn and the schmear was fresh. He crumpled change and headed one block back to the museum to take ...

  • The City So Nice They Named It Twice

    A lady sporting a sandwich board advertising the jeans sale at Macy’s is improv rapping about it and snapping her fingers. She points in the direction of the store whenever someone stops for a second. Some aspiring rappers get in the faces of my ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Life of a Jazz Musician

    Smoke is a disgusting thing. Especially when you are breathing it in after it was already in someone else’s mouth. But what can you do, you’re a jazz musician. It is your life. You sit there on whatever the hell kind of platform they give y...

  • A Faraway Parallel

    I was down in Manhattan, visiting my friend Lottie. She had some other friends over, whom I’d never met, so she graciously offered some introductions. “Jenna, these are Penny & Ned. They’re from the Island. This is Jenna, she̵...

  • coney island in december

    Coney Island in the off season. It’s gray and bleak, the rides wet from the rain, the lights turned off. Everything is in slow motion here. Time stops for hours and hours. Nothing bad can happen in this world. It’s so somber, yet so peaceful. It’...

  • A Christmas Present

    Abdul Aleem Sadeem shivered in a biting wind that whistled in among the tall buildings that dwarfed Rockefeller Center Plaza. So many people; it was hard for him to wrap his head around it – so many Christians, all out in the cold to celebrate Ch...

    • Author: Bob Liddil
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Sleepless

    I pulled my jacket tighter around me and shivered as the cold wind blasted straight through it. Just a few hours ago, I’d sat on a bench in Central Park, enjoying a late autumn afternoon, and now I was freezing to death at the top of the Empire State...

    • Author: dkplewis
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Chapter 2, Part 2: Vivian

    She stared at the $3,000 dollar shoes that Designer, Leonardo Ricco made especially for her appearance that night. Saying, “Purple brings out the red of The Cube,” Ricco buckled the elegant straps. The limo stopped. A silk leg slid out thro...

  • Goodbyes (VI)

    “What is it?” Mary asks, a little concerned. “Wait, why are you even moving?” “Some director or something was in the club and saw me. Fell in love with my act instantly and offered me a job as a model after the show. I tol...

  • Shawn

    I looked directly into his eyes. Standing close to him, the boy looked like he could have been 20 years old. “What kind of city kid doesn’t know how to walk properly?” He asked me. I didn’t answer. “You left your bag in th...

  • Maria

    Sandra and I followed the boys into the small, but neat apartment. It was weird to think that the two boys were brothers. Then, I came to the conjecture that they were foster brothers. “Mom, we’re home!” Brendin yelled. Suddenly, a sm...

  • Federico Garcia Lorca

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federico_Garc%C3%ADa_Lorca Dusk in New York hasn’t three pillars of ecstasy nor the benign grace of white doves basking in the perfume of ponds. Dusk in New York gloams off tremendous window panes soft chic ends edge shar...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • --Ike Rain

    Once upon a time, before microwaves, but after cars, there lived a boy. The boy loved nothing more than sitting on the fire escape to his New York apartment. His best friend was a girl whom he never saw, unless she was on her fire escape across the str...