The stories circled within his head, always pounding at his subconscious... They pushed on his mind, wanting to be released from their holding area. His only rest came as he wrote them down. He had lived with them for so long that it seemed natural for fantasy and reality to mix together. The characters of his stories took on lives of their own. They began to write themselves. He only recorded their adventures on paper. He had no control over what the characters did. He told people the characters were more real than he was. Then one day, they were...