Mommy Dearest_The RGH Compromise_Room #133_It's Hard For Sober Minds to Pretend
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Mommy Dearest
Your main character is approached by their long-estranged parent who wants to reconnect. How do they react?Week 14Evelyn worked for a major high-end fashion department store. In fact, she worked several jobs, to support her young children as a single mother. She studied fashion design in cwww.onedoor.ccollege, even though she already had the kids, since she had run away to get married to someone so inappropriate it would make your head spin. It certainly did her parents, particularly her mother, but in retrospect Evelyn never would have married this train wreck had her parents not backed her into a corner...
The RGH Compromise
Walter gave himself a few extra minutes to enjoy the purring coming from his orange tabby, comfortably curled in the crook of his arm. As he stroked her chin, he enjoyed the feel of her soft fur between the fingers of his calloused hands. He had nothing special planned for the day and it wasn't essential to get up right away, he could spend some time being lazy, much like his cat. Eventually, however, the smell of coffee beans being ground up in the fancy machine in his kitchen forced him out of bed.He did his first set of 15 pull-ups for the day, as much for the cameras he suspected may be hi...
Room #133
In the White House there are an estimated 132 rooms. Of course, estimated is a bit of a misnomer. Certainly there is some precise number for which it is true to say: “That’s how many rooms are in the White House”. Officially, that number is one hundred and thirty two. Some of the rooms we know, like the Oval Office, or the Situation Room. Stately rooms. Nameworthy rooms. Another thirty five are bathrooms apparently, if you believe the official figures. Seems like a lot, doesn’t it? The Taj Mahal’s only got eleven. But I’m sure the government would never lie to you. So go ahead, believe their n...
It's Hard For Sober Minds to Pretend
My new year’s resolution is to let things be as they are. I wouldn’t have thought so twelve months ago. Back then, my marriage was on the brink - full of misery for me, and full of apathy for my husband. It still is. But now, I’ve learned to live with it, just like him. Is it a good thing or a bad thing that I keep becoming like Wilson as the days go by?He cannot hear me now, because I have ceased to speak in front of him - all he can hear is my keyboard as I write this down. The sounds they make accompany the ticking clock from the living room. Whenever I try to stop and hear the seconds go b...