by Bernard Webb
I'm a horror author with a secret: I write in total darkness, a ritual to ward off a crippling paranoia that someone is stealing my words. But my paranoia has become my terrifying reality. I just received a letter from the main character of my unpublished novel. He's alive. He thinks I'm God. And he's trying to break through the page to meet his maker. Now, every word I write ripples into the real world, and I'm losing control of the story... and my sanity.