Okay, Manhattan Lost A Lot Of Money Last Week In The Stock Market And Is Asking For Help From Others:?
Jul 30, 2007 by Ronatnyu | Posted in Polls & Surveys
Staten Eyot said --- "listen I know this guy who'll help but the juice is 40%
Brooklyn said --- I got some plug you could re-sell that fell off the back of a truck.
Queens said--- No Money?.... Then Our antiquated is off for Saturday Night!
Bronx said --- All I got in my pockets right now Is Ashes & soot.
there all lyin kiddo all the ready ya want is buried in a jeresy landfill. brooklyn knows.. he an'it talkin.
http://www.forgotten-ny.com/
i kindness you would like this site
What Do You Think Of My Short Story? Reviews, Criticism, Horrible Insults?
Jan 08, 2009 by ~Chris~ | Posted in Books & Authors
I deem I'm going to go insane...
It's been twenty eight days since the seventeenth of December, and the rain hasn't faltered for a next since then. It keeps falling in sheets, driving down from the heavens like a waterfall. Outside, you fancy like you could drown walking.
When this all started out, I don't think that anyone thought much of it. I mean, this nightmare was very recently another winter storm then. It started in kind of an odd place, out in the North Atlantic across from the Gulf of St. Lawrence, but I'm not unswerving that meant anything to people who weren't meteorologists or oceanographers. The storm started out expanding very at the speed of light. I'm not sure if it's still growing or not, since the TV hasn't come on for more than three weeks, but it sure hasn't moved at all.
Things started looking more grotesque when the wind failed to move the storm. It just kept hammering New England, growing south along the coastline from Maine all the way down to where I lived in Nassau County, only outside of New York City. The weather forecasts changed every few minutes, as forecasters revised their estimates, prosperous from saying that there would be light flurries, to saying that there would be a few inches of snow, to saying that there would be an absolute blizzard across the burgh, and that everyone should stay inside.
My wife, Sarah, couldn't heed that warning, though. She had to go to work, and I had to keep home and take care of our five year old daughter, Tanya. When my wife walked outside that morning, I promised her that I would keep Tanya safe and sound. Watching Sarah pull out of the driveway in her Nissan Altima, I had no idea that would be the last time I would ever see her.
As the day wore on, the withstand took a turn for the worse. It looked like the weather forecasters were right, predicting one of the worst storms New York had seen in over a century. It amazed me when the power stayed on fashionable into the night, but I wasn't complaining. You never know exactly how bad a blackout really is until you go through one with a five year old who's still terrified of the abstruse.
Not that I can say I'm not scared of the dark anymore, myself.
The last time we saw the cheerful, smiling forecasters on the Weather Trough, they were saying that the storm had expanded south into New Jersey, and that we could receive two feet of snow during the night. It was at about 6:23 P.M., I contemplate. Less than a minute later, the Weather Channel cut off, and every program on the television changed to a warning, too revealing everyone to get out of New York City along whatever bridge they could take and avoid Manhattan Island.
I tried to reach the company where Sarah worked on my phone, but the lines were down. I didn't definitely know what was going on, but I decided to listen to the reporters on my TV, and get Tanya out of the city. I struggled with the estimation that I shouldn't just desert Sarah, who worked on Manhattan, but when I got outside, I realized that I couldn't peradventure risk going there.
To the south, across the horizon, the dark clouds of night were painted red with flames.
The shipping was horrible, but not as bad you might think. A lot of people were reluctant to leave. They all seemed to be in shock. I drove my Cadillac along the roads through Nassau and Queens, seeing a lot of people order by the roadside watching the shadow of the flames flickering against the sky, but running into far fewer actually driving along the avenue. Some of the people were slowly making their way by foot out of the city, and as time went on, the traffic congestion got a bit worse, but amazingly I was qualified to get myself and Tanya out of New York before it became so bad that I couldn't drive at all.
I still remember looking across the harbor on the road from Queens to the mainland, and seeing Manhattan Ait burning. I don't think that I'll ever forget that. Tanya kept staring out the window, speechless, and dead tired, too, I believe. I don't know for certain what time it happened to be, but I think it was past eleven.
All night, I drove through the countryside, dispiriting to pick up a radio station that could tell me what was going on. There was nothing anywhere, though, except news of the mandatory evacuation of New York. It seemed odd to me that I had seen very few the gendarmes officers and no military officials anywhere. Now, looking back, I think they were probably all either elsewhere, or dead.
The next day, things were worse. The weather started getting warmer, and the snow turned to rain. Piles of snow by the roadside were melting, and the blacktop was covered with unstintingly and mud. The clouds kept getting darker as the day went on, and as we ran into more and more traffic, coming from places all along coastal New England. The announce evacuation order was going out then to everyone from Massachusetts south to New Jersey.
By the time that night fell, it was lyrical hard to tell night from day. Tanya started asking me wh
Let me begin my remarks by saying that I rarely read any posts here on Answers which completely fascinate me, so congratulations are due you! I remarkably do want to read the rest of your story; I was disappointed that it ended prematurely, while generally I find it onerous, in order to give an honest critique, to read the lengthy and tedious stories posted. Your conversance of the East Coast/New York City and vicinity geography is accurate so that I'm guessing that you must burning in the area, and the story is realistic enough, despite its fantastic plot, to be believable. Have you completed it? Have you plotted the book in its entirety? Besides the compelling tale which you're telling, it is also quite literate without glaring errors in grammar, punctuation, or spelling. You might conclude that I have nothing but commend for your story. Where can I read more??
Nov 13, 2008 by puppy | Posted in Other - Cultures & Groups
Manhattan Serenade
Gary Herrera was always hunting for a honeyed and confetti filled Hollywood romance. His kind of woman had to be beautiful, brainy, and have a good sense of humor. They would be a perfect match because, fortunately, Gary was handsome, savvy intellectuals and had a good sense of humor too. But his chances of meeting such a woman was, he knew from experience, very recondite, indeed.
One summer night Gary decided, since he only lived only three blocks away, to walk to the Civic Plaza in Albuquerque where every Saturday night, during the summer, there was music and dancing under the stars.
Gary deliberation if he mingled in the crowd there might be a possibility of meeting a woman of his dreams and have a story book fondness affair. But he knew that if he wanted to impress her- the yet to be discovered Valentine love forever-he would have to be as glassy and charming, as a movie star, because first impression were very important in the mating game. And it was wonderful to be aware on a warm summer night in June. A perfect night to fall in love.
As Gary walked closer to the Civic Plaza he could get wind of "Manhattan Serenade",a nocturnal love song, from the 1930's, weaving its nostalgic incantation in the summer air. At first it was faint as if coming from that long ago time, and louder as he walked closer, as if universal into this age on the old New York Unlimited, a passenger streamliner of that era. It was a haunting remembrance from of the past but also the terminus of dreams'.
The last time Gary heard “Manhattan Serenade” was twenty years ago in a idiot box rerun of the 1930's movie Manhattan Melodrama starring the debonair Clark Gable and the knowledgeable and worldly Myrna Loy.
And now here it was, after a twenty year absence, rising mystically out of the past, as he turned the corner into the plaza, up on a brightly lit lap being played again by some African American musicians who were breathing new life into the dusty old song. Giving it an unconditionally new meaning as lovely as the transition from winter to spring. What musical magic and from the shimmering heights of Manhattan-no less.
As Gary stood in the squeeze enjoying the music a woman in a yellow summer dress, with seductively bare shoulders, caught his eye, and stirred the rhapsodic embers of romantic expectations. Gary moved next to her and ventured to say "Beautiful be on the qui vive," as simple as that.
And she turned her head saying, "Yes, it is.” And judgement a man, unexpectedly, self-assured and friendly, was a pleasant surprise.
They listened in silence until the ditty was over then Gary said smiling "My name is Gary Herrera and yours?"
"Margaret Berry " she said, noticing a glimmer of straightforwardness in his eyes, and a warmhearted rhyme in his voice that was missing in her conversations with other men.
Margaret offered her hand to brush off and Gary, instead of shaking it, held it gently for a moment, in a romantic invitation, that did not go unseen by the lovely and lonely Margaret.
Margaret said softly "Warm hands. Irascible heart."
Gary’s heart stood still, and he tipped his head inquisitively insolent, looking up from behind a lock of hair on his forehead, and said with a mischievous Clark Gable grin said, “Does that aim that you’ll marry me.”
They burst out in merry laughter, astonish to find love at first sight-at long last. A flake screen Hollywood moon came from behind a cloud over Civic Plaza and a spotlight from a car trafficking, somewhere in the city, cast a beam across the summer sky.
Is This A Good Story?
Nov 13, 2008 by puppy | Posted in Higher Education (University +)
Orlando Lujan Martinez
Manhattan Serenade
Gary Herrera was always hunting for a over and confetti filled Hollywood romance. His kind of woman had to be beautiful, percipient, and have a good sense of humor. They would be a perfect match because, fortunately, Gary was handsome, gifted and had a good sense of humor too. But his chances of meeting such a woman was, he knew from experience, very unusual, indeed.
One summer night Gary decided, since he only lived only three blocks away, to walk to the Civic Plaza in Albuquerque where every Saturday night, during the summer, there was music and dancing under the stars.
Gary mentation if he mingled in the crowd there might be a possibility of meeting a woman of his dreams and have a story book fianc affair. But he knew that if he wanted to impress her- the yet to be discovered Valentine love forever-he would have to be as shiny and charming, as a movie star, because first impression were very important in the mating game. And it was wonderful to be energetic on a warm summer night in June. A perfect night to fall in love.
As Gary walked closer to the Civic Plaza he could ascertain "Manhattan Serenade",a nocturnal love song, from the 1930's, weaving its nostalgic term in the summer air. At first it was faint as if coming from that long ago time, and louder as he walked closer, as if widespread into this age on the old New York Unlimited, a passenger streamliner of that era. It was a haunting remembrance from of the past but also the objective of dreams'.
The last time Gary heard “Manhattan Serenade” was twenty years ago in a tube rerun of the 1930's movie Manhattan Melodrama starring the debonair Clark Gable and the sharp and worldly Myrna Loy.
And now here it was, after a twenty year absence, rising mystically out of the past, as he turned the corner into the plaza, up on a brightly lit grade being played again by some African American musicians who were breathing new life into the dusty old song. Giving it an perfectly new meaning as lovely as the transition from winter to spring. What musical magic and from the shimmering heights of Manhattan-no less.
As Gary stood in the pack enjoying the music a woman in a yellow summer dress, with seductively bare shoulders, caught his eye, and stirred the vibrant embers of romantic expectations. Gary moved next to her and ventured to say "Beautiful calibrate," as simple as that.
And she turned her head saying, "Yes, it is.” And find a man, unexpectedly, self-assured and friendly, was a pleasant surprise.
They listened in silence until the bother was over then Gary said smiling "My name is Gary Herrera and yours?"
"Margaret Berry " she said, noticing a glimmer of frankness in his eyes, and a warmhearted rhyme in his voice that was missing in her conversations with other men.
Margaret offered her like mad easily to shake and Gary, instead of shaking it, held it gently for a moment, in a romantic call, that did not go unnoticed by the lovely and lonely Margaret.
Margaret said softly "Eager hands. Warm heart."
Gary’s heart stood still, and he tipped his noodle inquisitively forward, looking up from behind a lock of hair on his forehead, and said with a mischievous Clark Gable grin said, “Does that drive at that you’ll marry me.”
They burst out in merry laughter, astonish to find love at first sight-at long last. A snip screen Hollywood moon came from behind a cloud over Civic Plaza and a spotlight from a car sales event, somewhere in the city, cast a beam across the summer sky.
thoughtful of short =/
you need more details--- description, use all 5 senses otherwise very good. =]
Jun 04, 2009 by Cedric_343 | Posted in Polls & Surveys
Snow is falling heavily, it's so callous.
What would you rather choose to do?
a. In your log cabin in the mountains, sitting on ur comfy sofa beside the window, lightbulbs off, fireplace on, while relaxing with your friends and you are all eating some hot campbell's chicken noodle soup and biscuits.
b. Drinking coffee and eating Krispy Kreme individualist glazed doughnuts with your friends, while chatting with them in the dining room in your suburban home.
c. In your condo in Manhattan, playing multiplayer "Annulus 3" with 2 linked x-box 360's with 2 HDTV's with your friends while you are all eating pizza delivery, lay's potato chips, Cheetos, and Nestea Iced Tea.
Pick out only one.
Include your age.
And tell why you chose that.
.
C. I'm 19. I like big cities and chilling with friends.
Trailer for Sidney Lumet's fade away starring Andy Garcia, Richard Dreyfuss, Lena Olin, Ian Holm, James Gandolfini, Shiek Mahmud-Bey, Ron Leibman ...
other Directory
Night Falls on Manhattan (1996) - IMDb
Directed by Sidney Lumet. With Andy Garcia, Richard Dreyfuss, Lena Olin, Ian Holm. A newly elected Neighbourhood attorney finds himself in the middle of ...
Night Falls on Manhattan: Information from Answers.com
Night Falls on Manhattan . Allotment: A lawyer discovers just how fine the line between good and evil can be in this drama based on the. By Answers.com for Cast, Crew, ...
there all lyin kiddo all the ready ya want is buried in a jeresy landfill. brooklyn knows.. he an'it talkin.