Ammy442

Dear Writer, I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free. I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more. It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I

The chair spins about with an ominous creek, the man seated upon the chair glares intensely towards the subject before him, a wicked smile broadly showing his white teeth, only slightly lighter than his skin, and a small yellow bird cheeps softly in his hands. “Cheep” “So, You wish to learn the ways of the Awesome?” an ominous, accented voice emitted from the seated man. “Cheep” A sigh was heard from the subject, “Yes.” and then a cruel chuckle from the man. “Cheep” “Well Frau, you’ve chosen your master wisely.” “Cheep” “I wouldn’t be