Edie found a park bench in Central Park and sat down, putting down her bag that was easily heavier than Edie was. With a sigh, she pulled out her copy of Ovid's Metamorphoses and began reading her story again ( Read more... )

A bell on the door chimed as Hebe strolled into a small, family-owned diner in Manhattan. She waved at the server behind the counter, seating herself in a booth. She had been to this diner enough that they knew what she wanted without her having to order, but she picked up a menu anyways on her way to her seat ( Read more... )

Looking not a little haggard, Holden propped himself up on one hand, staring down at his half eaten Big Mac. Sleep had been hard to come by, what with rushing, vivid dreams that had been haunting him and the unpleasant feeling that he was missing something that inevitably followed. He had decided to avoid sleep days ago, and the only 24 hour place ( Read more... )

The subway could be crowded and a hassle, though less so during this time of night, and it was often preferable to the headache of owning a vehicle in the city.  He never did pick up the appeal of driving.  Something could be said for the availability of public transport in New York, despite his increasingly negative opinion of living there.  He ( Read more... )

Terry had a job.

Well, she always had a job--and it was weird to be able to say she worked as a dance teacher while she was still a dance student. The classes were a formality, really--she was only there so she'd have some credentials to flash. She knew dance, knew the shape of it and the color of it and the way movement and sound and rhythm all ( Read more... )

Deirdre sat on the tall rocks that overlooked Central Park. She blinked a few times, looking down at the land. It was a lot like Ulster, though there were no scorch marks. Like the ones she saw when she closed her eyes. This was different. She slipped down off the rocks and decided to take a walk, letting her the wind sweep into her hair ( Read more... )

Edie sat in one of the many Starbucks on New York, filling up an entire table. She sat behind a laptop and covering the table were various books: Mythology and You, 100 Classic Myths, The Complete World of Greek Mythology, The Complete Idiot's Guide to Classical Mythology ( Read more... )

It had been a long night. Exams were approaching fast and Sylvia wasn't quite sure she was ready for them. She sat in the New York Public Library, surrounded by a plethora of books about the ego and superego and the psyche of the mind and the soul. Usually, this sort of thing fascinated her. At the moment, she couldn't care less ( Read more... )

Moving sucked, even if you had movers to move for you there still was the packing and unpacking. It really just was a hassle, and if she trusted someone enough to unpack for her she totally would have hired them. Currently though the young Russian was in her living room area unloading her stuff. "Vhat one should have been in there." She complained ( Read more... )

This whole working and attending school thing was starting to really get to Dea. She rushed into the coffee shop, weaving her way around the line of customers and into the back room where she dropped off her backpack and pulled her hair into a hurried ponytail. It was hard to ignore the manager's complaints about her being nearly thirty minutes ( Read more... )