Sunday, June 28, 2015

Chapter One: i wrote it online.

The night was typo and loud enough too by far.

The favorite heiro long dead,  All looked for a new lead. They blamed the best of them. They, the one very best of them. Blame pulls no ratings now and here, not right then. A new recovery, a new tactic taken - you saw that coming. The strict story adhered to, in absence of agreement.
The action finally set upon, the sleepy TV station came to play. Everybody caught on with it, rode it along to fame. Everybody. Yawn.

"The one to one benefit concert for the children of willowbrook is Sold out." the alternate resort, the alternate radio that is, came to say.

After work, she settled in. Put the book on. It was going to be a long night.

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