I called to make a complaint...
A recording told me to wait-
They said only ten
But an hour it's been
Your call is important to us...no it ain't.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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If Evil, Why Cute?
It starts like this, fair readers: It's the early morning, and I've just stolen the last cup of coffee from the pot. I open up my brainstorming journal to scrappy pages, my laptop primed upon a dusty, glowing white screen; words either already written or about to be written upon the blank spaces.
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Nice!
clever wordplay...
This one caught my attention because I have a story with the exact same title...with a slightly different ending... The truth really is rough, isn't it?