Times Square: A Short Story

Scene Description: This incident occurred inside of the residential property at 12140 76th St N. This property sits facing east towards 76th St N. The deceased was located in the office slouched to the left in a chair. See photographs for details

in order to protect the quality of the project in the event that technical difficulties in the construction

“My husband’s family business has always required me to cater events which I found immense joy, passion and love doing” Renee’s events had began to be the talk of the society pages and even won her several awards and mark ups. That coupled with working side by side with her husband, travel required her to fly excessively both commercial and private. This knowledge allowed Renee to see a niche custom

How the Other Half Lives: Studies among the Tenements of New York (1890) was an early publication of photojournalism by Jacob Riis, documenting squalid living conditions in New York City slums in the 1880s. It served as a basis for future "muckraking" journalism by exposing the slums to New York City’s upper and middle classes. This work inspired many reforms of working-class housing, both immediately after publication as well as making a lasting impact in today's society. Vivid imagery and complex syntax establish a sympathetic tone which Riis uses to expose poverty to the general public and calls upon them to take action and make a difference.

On the day of March 6 1979 everything seemed normal in the scenic European country called Poland. Passerbys walked along the streets, bundled up in warm clothes, birds sang their melodies, children were in school, adults were working, and children were born. One of these children, however, would go on to make a name for herself almost halfway across the world on a small and somewhat reclusive island in America.

One Day in a Los Angeles alley 3 young men looking casually named Michael, Franklin, and Trevor were dealing drugs, but at 7:43 PM one undercover police officer asked the three men for drugs. Seven minutes after a regular police officer showed up and arrested the three men.

New York City’s old slum neighbourhood, the Five Points, was notoriously known for its vice and crimes. The first organized crime group in New York City was the Forty Thieves which was led by Edward Coleman, started in 1825, in the back of a grocery store. The Dead Rabbits were an Irish gang in the Five Points area, and are most known for the riot they caused in 1857. The Eastman Gang were a Jewish group in the Five Points area, which began in the late nineteenth century, and were the rival of the Five Points Gang. The Five Points Gang was another group, started by Paul Kelly and included future famous mobsters. In Five Points, where most of New York City’s crime started, it also started some of history’s most notorious gangs, and mobsters.

I finish carving the tally into the leather strips wrapped around my forearm, the wind attempting to whip my braided hair into my face. I lean back against the brick building, staring at each tally.

In order to adequately depict my feelings, I must start at the beginning. In the fall of 1996, I embarked on my maiden NYC voyage. Armed with a camera,

What laid in my hand was my literal golden ticket to the world. This small, flimsy card could take me anywhere I wished to go to in New York City but I didn’t enjoy this privilege all my life. I grew up in a neighborhood where my family and I didn’t need to travel far for a doctor’s checkup or a grocery run. My whole world consisted of a few streets in Brooklyn. Unfortunately, my parents could neither drive nor afford many rides on our MetroCard. I had seen places like the Empire State Building and Central Park merely in pictures so the inner adventurer in me yearned to see what was outside Brooklyn.

My minor insight is New York City as the financial capital of the world. New York’s thriving economy is one of the main reasons that it is a global metropolis. Not only is NYC an economic capital, but it is also a cultural capital of both the United States, and the world. NYC is made up of millions of immigrants (about 36% of the total population) who have been able to assimilate into the American lifestyle, and act as a resource for the growth of our economy. NYC’s diversity has benefited our city by producing talented, hard-working citizens, which can provide an example for many other cities around the globe. New York’s cultural identity has helped shape our city, by allowing

There’s me, standing on the sidewalk of some nondescript city street in the Bronx. It’s summertime, right smack in the middle of July, and the towering brick buildings surrounding me allow no breeze. The clamor of New York is encompassing; I feel the city’s rhythm in my bones, it’s heartbeat thump, thump, thumping under my feet. Right now, I feel like crying. I am talking to an old man, Ahmed. Ahmed is an Indian immigrant who stopped at the soup-kitchen-on-wheels (actually: The Relief Bus) I am volunteering at. We stand under a tree planted close to where the Bus is parked. Around us, dozens of homeless people, many of whom don’t speak a word of English (as the Bronx is mainly poor immigrants), eat their soup and bread. My fellow volunteers

Karolina’s cousin’s little boy excited to be able to see the sights in New York City and had convinced his parents to stay for a few days before they returned to Ohio. Karolina and her family exhausted and famished from their long ocean voyage were only too happy to indulge the boy while they gained their strength resting in the hotel.

shoving each other to get the first breathe of “American Air.” I held the children close to me as we winded up the many flights of stairs. My heart beat was increasing at each step I took, for it was such a thrill. It was a great joy to watch the little one’s expressions as they too were as excited as I was. We stepped outside and walked a ways following the crowd as we all slowly entered a large building. There was a sign hanging above the entrance that said “ Ellis Island.”

Everybody was born innocent. Until Society corrupted them. You can’t do bad if you don’t know what bad is. Once we start knowing right from wrong we tend to do mostly wrong. Life can be viewed as a Sidewalk.