Historical Fiction

Part 1 My name is Lana Cross, and I was twenty-two years old when my career ended and my life truly began, all within the span of a single, breathless weekend. It started with silence. The kind of heavy, suffocating quiet in a trauma unit that feels wrong, like the air itself is holding its…

Part 1 My name’s Sam. I’m 32. And for as long as I can remember, my family operated on a very simple, very clear principle: there were two sons, but only one mattered. Spoiler: it wasn’t me. My older brother, Daniel, was the golden child. I don’t mean that in a casual, “oh, he was…

Part 1   The morning the prenup hit the marble, our kitchen smelled like coffee and citrus. Sinatra murmured from an old speaker Daniel insisted was “authentically American,” and a small flag magnet held a dry-cleaning ticket to the stainless-steel fridge. Three days before our wedding, the sky over Manhattan was the kind of clean…

The cold air outside the diner hit me like a physical blow, instantly freezing the sweat on my back. I didn’t have a coat—another casualty of the tight budget Mom and I lived on—so I just hunched my shoulders, shoved my hands into my pockets, and started the three-mile walk back to the edge of…

Part 1: The Intruder in Seat 3A The air inside the cabin of Flight 417 didn’t smell like recycled oxygen and stale pretzels. Not in Business Class. Here, it smelled of expensive leather, hints of Bergamot cologne, and the distinct, sterile scent of money. I sat in seat 3A, trying to make myself smaller than…

Come on in, pull up a chair. Let the world outside fade away for a while. The story I’m about to tell you… it isn’t one for the bright light of day. It’s a tale for when the fire burns low and the shadows on the wall grow long, a story that reminds us that…

Part 1 My name is Jenna Carter. I am 31 years old, and coming home has never been simple for me. That evening, I returned for my mother’s birthday dinner. I told myself it would be fine, that it was just a meal, that I could smile my way through it like I always had….

Part 1   Come on in, pull up a chair. Let the world outside fade away for a while. The story I’m about to tell you… it isn’t one for the bright light of day. It’s a tale for when the fire burns low and the shadows on the wall grow long, a story that…

Part 1 In a small coastal town where the rain never seemed to stop and old rules had washed out a young girl’s biggest dream, fifty strangers rolled in on iron horses. They didn’t come to start a fight, but to finish one that fairness had already lost. Posted by – 11/11/2025 The rain wasn’t…

Part 1   The phone lit up on my kitchen counter just as I slid one arm into my coat sleeve. Three missed calls from Gerald. Then a text that sliced through the quiet like a fire alarm: Tom, call me now. Don’t go to your daughter’s house. I mean it. Steam curled from the…

You know that sound. The one you don’t really hear until it stops. It’s the gentle, unbroken hum of a big jetliner at cruising altitude. It’s the sound of safety, of progress, of a thousand complex parts working in perfect harmony so I can sip a ginger ale and watch the world unspool below like…

PART 1: THE HUNGER AND THE HUMILIATION The cold in New York City doesn’t just sit on your skin; it hunts you. It finds the holes in your sneakers, the tears in your jeans, and it burrows into your bones until you forget what warm feels like. I had been invisible for six months. Two…