Insomnia's Children
What happens to all those characters who are never written down?He comes first, lumbering out of the gloomy shadows. Half-asleep, I try to protest, but his fist curls around my collar and he yanks me out of bed. He is the hardened villain of my nightmares who both terrifies and fascinates me.Right now, terrified wins. I give a feeble squeak, which I can't blame him for ignoring."Where's my story?" growls the nameless villain, bearded face forced into mine. "I want it.""I'm sorry," I t...