For a shadow, you hit like a sledgehammer!” The words barely escape before something else slams into the base of my skull embedding most of my upper body in the wall and all but removing...

After four thousand years we can’t even prove that reality exists beyond the mind of the first-person dreamer.

Who, cher monsieur, will sleep on the floor for us? Whether I am capable of it myself? Look, I’d like to be and I shall be. Yes, we shall all be capable of it one...

The day stared back an empty gray, with not a speck of white to give character to the lifeless sky.

I would so hate to be a first-person character! Always on your guard, always having people read your thoughts!