Memory Lapse_The Archive_The Re-building of Me_Myself
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Memory Lapse
The heat from the thousand-watt light bulb was starting to get to Linda. The Detective was not going to let off until he received the information he wanted, and Linda was not about to give it to him.“Let’s start again, Ms. McIntyre,” Detective Cheney said. “Were you at the Hotel Ambrosia yesterday evening?”“I don’t know,” Linda replies with a smug look on her face. She feels if she contwww.onedoor.ccinues to deny her whereabouts, the Detective will not have any proof for his investigation.“I have a video from the hotel lobby that shows you entering and exiting the room where Mr. McIntyre was found dead,” th...
The Archive
Parker glances up at the corner of her computer screen. 6:48 pm. Okay, I can finish this. Just three more pages and then I promise I’ll leave. She said to herself.It was a Friday evening and everyone at the office had left early in order to avoid the blizzard. Parker had been so entranced in her work that she didn’t notice how everyone all packed up around lunch time. In fact, she skipped lunch today and she definitely did not check the weather this morning. “Finally!” She exclaimed as she submitted his work. She stretches his arms up in success and takes off her headphones. As she begins to ...
The Re-building of Me
There’s always going to be a jerk in your life. I should know. I dated one. In my defense, Mark Robinson didn’t seem like a jerk. He was a famous celebrity, and celebrities are supposed to be nice. They always are on-camera. I was just one of the rare ones that tried to be nice off-camera, too. But Mark was not like me in any way.Not that I could mention it, though. Mark's reputation was crystal-clear to the public. Most people didn't want HGTV celebrities to be terrible people, and Mark and me were some of the best-known House Hunters there were. I was set on making sure the public didn’t fi...
Myself
Walking up the stage, I look back to my past. The people cheer at my sides while I wonder what would have happened if he hadn't pushed. If he hadn't given me an ultimatum, maybe I wouldn't be here. Here about to give a speech to a million people. They asked me what had driven me to share my stories, what made me want to write. Could it have been him, or was I meant to do this? Hah! 'meant,' my ass. I made this life.Ten Years Ago: When Everything Was Wrong'To live without a purpose to pursue is like having no life at all.' I had heard it all my life, from self-help books to the highest institut...