There are few writers for Receiving Me? who dare to journey the paths of literary achievement. We prefer to stay underground passing off our poor syntax and grammatical ineptitude as irony or ennui. There is one man among us, however, who dares face the challenges of phrase, clause, pronoun, noun, and whatever else it is that I’m talking about. This man stares defeat in the eye and laughs as participles and direct objects find their way magically to locations unbeknownst to lesser men. We call this man “the chooser”, because we simply are unworthy of referring to him in a way that makes any sense. He calls himself “the chosen”; he’s not bragging. Our only regret is that this man has yet to write any articles for us. In the meantime, enjoy some fiction.