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Hardball by Chris Matthews is an interpretation of what many know as “hard-politics”. The book describes the skill of playing the game in Washington and how to be successful at it. The book is a guide that teaches a series of maxims that would be in favor of politicians to learn in order to be successful. The different tactics provided in the book hold a lot of knowledge that would make the life of anyone following these strategies much easier when trying to get ahead in life. Matthews describes a countless number of examples of successful politicians that rose to the top. Those politicians are the ones who learned how to play hardball in Washington.

Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately

The 1970's was a difficult time period in American history filled with chaos, domestic and international crises, and very poor presidential leadership. Richard Nixon was president during the early years of the seventies and he was far from popular in the eyes of the American people. With inflation rapidly rising, Nixon soon became unfavorable, and with the controversy surrounding his actions concerning the Watergate Crisis, he was impeached and forced to resign. His Vice President, Gerald R. Ford, soon took his place in the White House. However, Ford was unable to handle the crippling events taking place in the United States; his approval dropped drastically within months, and like Nixon he lost support of the American people. When the

Wrapping his towel around his waist, he stood next to the sink and removed a razor from his shaving kit, looking at the sharp blade as he removed the plastic cover and shook the thought away. The banging on the door and the yelling of his name were getting more persistent the longer he stood and he could pick out the voices of his godfather and Jason in the background and knew everyone was worried when he wouldn’t come out of the bathroom. Lastly, he needed to get dressed and over the objections of his friends, go take care of his horse to keep his mind functioning in reality. As he heard the lock being picked, he knew Bill would have the door open in a few seconds, so he opened the door to the concerned faces staring at

Giselle thought of knocking again, then decided not to. She took out the spare set of keys she had to his apartment from her purse, and turned the key in the lock. The door opened with a slight creak, and she walked in. The first thing she noticed was how pitch black the apartment was. Frowning, she stepped inside the dark place.

Valentina padded quietly down the short hallway and let out a long, slow breath before she stepped around the corner, and then back into the kitchen. She found Cole stirring his mashed potatoes and her meal in the microwave, where she walked over to watch the black container spin. It crossed her mind to thank him for starting her food for her, but he spoke up and cut her off before the thought could cross her lips. He wanted to know about the tapes. Of course, she knew the conversation was going to happen, but she was rather hoping she’d get to sleep first.

During the day, excitement filled Margaret, knowing Andrew would be home later that evening. She wasn’t accustomed to being alone and was surprised Andrew went to the convention instead of sending Sylvia. After preparing a special dinner, she sat down to watch TV. Waking up later, she wondered why he failed to wake her when he came home. “He was probably tired and went on to bed,” she said, under her breath as she went up the upstairs to their bedroom. Opening the door without seeing him in bed, Margaret rushed downstairs, out to the garage

For as long as he could remember Jimmy had been an outcast. He had hoped for a fresh start at his new school. He also hoped that what he did over the summer would be obsolete. As Jimmy walked into school carrying a beige notebook, he recognized some people from the summer cape he had gone to. His mother had forced him to go to science camp over the summer, which he absolutely despised. He started to wonder if his peers would remember anything about his past.

Inside, there’s a sickly, yellow glow originating from the dim lightbulb in the center of the ceiling, your only guide. At this point, I urge you to wear a mask as the dusty air from the lint will quickly clog your throat, leaving a bitter, chalky aftertaste. Also, there’s an unsettling feeling as your hands slowly move along the factory’s rough, flaking plaster walls (most factories never pay for repairs). You feel trapped after reaching your unbearably cramped working space— as if an animal locked in an infested cage. But, there’s a guilty comfort in knowing that you are not

Of course Carter has his own set of keys to our place, but bolting the door behind me gave me a deep satisfaction that I unfortunately knew wouldn’t last much longer. With the dead bolt, he may be able to unlock the door, but he wouldn’t be able to get in. I flipped the light switch, illuminating the entire apartment in a yellow glow. This made me feel even more at ease. I was finally out of the looming darkness of the night. With the artificial light, I was now haunted by the many pictures I kept of Carter all around the room. There was one hanging right in the entry way, encased in a black frame. We were flaunting huge smiles, as this was the first day of our honeymoon. We had chosen to go to Colorado because of our shared love for the expanse of a snowy mountain range rather than a beach where the sands are so hot they burn the toes. I saw the mountains in the background of this picture, but they were not nearly as beautiful as they are in person. As is the case with any photograph of nature.

The hall opens up into the sitting room and kitchen, both of which just kind of bleed together, not sure where one ends and the other begins. My mind flutters past that irrelevant thought, and my eyes meet the door. My steps slow as I approach the door, I can only pray that Curantis forgot to lock my prison. The house screams in silence as my hand grips the knob. Cold reality takes grip on me as I realize how stupid I’m being. Curantis would never forget to lock the door. The door is only escape, that’s the last thing mother wants, and Curantis would never make such a fatal

` Standing up Whitley stepped to the other side of the table and ,just as she thought, there was a straight seam running down the other side of the mirror down to the floor. She ran her hands along the seam pushing every inch or so hoping to spring a hidden latch or lock. She went over the entire seam, both sides and the top. The second time around she noticed a gap at the bottom, under the table where the base board was supposed to meet the floor. The seam and the gap at the bottom formed a perfect rectangle around the table and mirror; the shape of a doorway! She began to prod under the table in hopes that she would find a handle or a knob of some sort. She knew this was it, she felt it in her heart. Her frustration was increasing, she was so close and she was getting nowhere.

She stopped short in front of the familiar wooden door. Raising a hand, she rapped gently three times before unlocking the door and pushing it open. The room was dark, saved for the soft glow of the moonlight that flooded in. The woman looked around the spacious room before her attention finally landed on the lonesome figure in a corner.

I stared in wonder, inside was a long corridor, lit by a glowing light, to the left were weapon racks and to the right was an alchemy lab. Beyond that to the left was an underground bathing pool with 5 built in seats, continually refilled by water streaming in from above. Opposite this were a full set of forging, smelting and weapon crafting gear, beyond that was an alchemy table and a set of empty book shelves. I was in love with the place already and determined it would be my home. Opening a locked door at the end of the hall revealed a bed in the middle of the room, several chests and to one side a kitchen area and the other were wardrobes. Behind the bed was further water falling gently from the ceiling and draining away through

“Are you feeling well hunny? I know it is very late but I made some soup not long ago, and I am sure it is still quite warm. Oh, how tired you look. Come, sit down,” motioning to the chair at the head of the small table in the corner of their kitchen. Zachariah simply shook his head and apologized, saying that he was too beaten by work to be able to even do the smallest activities besides sleep. Ever an understanding wife, Loraine took his arm and guided him down the hallway and up the stairs to the third floor, where their bedroom was located. At the top of the stairs she left him to get ready, as she needed to clean up the kitchen and make sure everything was locked up.