Historical Fiction

PART 1 Chapter 1: The Vibration of Hate My name is Mason, but on campus, they call me “The Mace.” I’m the starting quarterback for State University, standing 6’4″ and weighing in at a solid 245 pounds of fast-twitch muscle and bad attitude. My life consists of three very specific things: eating ungodly amounts of…

PART 1 Chapter 1: The Ghost in the Machine You learn to be invisible when you’re big. That’s the irony of it, the great cosmic joke of my existence. I’m six-foot-four, hovering around three hundred and twenty pounds on a good day, but for the last decade working at Northwood High, I’ve been a ghost….

PART 1 Chapter 1: The Scrap Metal Sculptor My name is Jax. Well, Jacqueline, if you’re my mother or the IRS, but everyone else calls me Jax. I don’t look like a teacher, and I definitely don’t act like one. I’m five-foot-eight of bad attitude and callous. I’ve spent the last ten years of my…

PART 1 Chapter 1: The Ghost in the Bleachers The Texas heat was different than the heat in the sandbox. Over there, the heat felt like it wanted to kill you. Here, in my hometown of Oak Creek, it just felt heavy. Like a wet blanket. I wasn’t supposed to be here. According to the…

Chapter 3: The Breach & The Flash (Continued) My breath hitched once, not from exertion, but from the sheer, stunning silence that followed the three-second takedown. The room, moments ago filled with the quiet dread of a hidden assault, was now a tomb. The air was thick with the metallic tang of adrenaline, mine and…

PART 1 Chapter 1: The Ghost in the Shop There is a specific smell to an industrial arts classroom that you don’t find anywhere else in the American education system. It’s a cocktail of sawdust, cutting oil, stale coffee, and teenage testosterone. To most people, it smells like a garage. To me, it smells like…

PART 1 Chapter 1: The Artifact I’m not what you’d call a role model. Let’s get that out of the way first. I dropped out of high school my junior year. I work at a body shop on the south side of Pittsburgh. My hands are permanently stained with grease, black crescents under my fingernails…

PART 1 CHAPTER 1: THE SILENCE OF WOLVES Silence has a weight to it. If you’ve spent forty years in academia like I have, you learn to distinguish the different types of silence. There’s the silence of contemplation, the silence of confusion, and then there’s the silence of a predator stalking prey. It was 1:15…

Chapter 1: The Ghost in the Hallway In a high school, you learn pretty quickly that there are two types of people: the ones who make the noise, and the ones who clean it up. I’m the second kind. My name is Elias, but most of the kids just call me “The Janitor” or “Mr….

Chapter 1: The Coldest Winter and the Empty Velvet Box The wind that howled through the cracks of the 1988 Fleetwood trailer wasn’t just air; it was a physical presence, a biting intruder that settled into the bones and refused to leave. For fifteen-year-old Leo, the sound of the wind rattling the aluminum siding was…