Novel Part 3: National Novel Writing Month

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No super hero training school exists. Mom and Dad decided in fifth grade that I wouldn’t go back to public school. We lived in a small town of 5,000, but the world was getting closer. The internet came to town the year before, 1993. Mom and Dad hooked during my fifth grade. They knew that a lower profile was the only way to save me from the fascination of evil and touch hungry fans. We moved to Michigan. To the woods. To a place where Calvinism and Dutch puritanical instincts ran deep. Kent County. Neighbors take care of each other there. We found some good ones.

On a summer night that melted wallpaper, our neighbor, Gerrit Guikema, blasted his 12 guage into the night air. Shattering glass followed. Moaning and screaming came next. My dad picked up his pistol holster, carrying a Taurus PT 24/7 PRO, with twelve .45′s in the clip. Gerrit had intimidated a couple of goobers who had staked out our house. He said it was the third night. He didn’t trust them. He called the police, then fired his shotgun. At 75, Gerrit didn’t look criminal so the police let him go. The goobers? They had guns. Ex-felons. They were locked up for a couple more years. But who sent them? And what did they want? Simple! It’s always about money.

Novel Part 2: National Novel Writing Month

As crazy as it sounds, I would love for my super abilities to get into some other folks. Around eight years old, I tried to give one of my mom’s friends a boost. She needed a hearing aid. I tried to explain the way to transpond. You don’t transpond through your eardrums. I sent her a few low frequency waves. She walked down the street and tried to hear the frequency. She just about died laughing at how silly it must have looked to the neighbors. She was yelling. I was yelling back. She closed her eyes and pushed on the spot behind her ears. We’ll never forget it, but she never got it.

Novel Part 1: National Novel Writing Month

They prodded and poked me until I leaked air. I let them take tests no other super human would ever allow. I wasn’t your normal super hero. I didn’t stay in a closet. I let people know what I did. Everyone knew my identity. The suspense around a secret identity seemed calloused so I started telling people about the age of six that I could do some pretty cool things. Scientists have wanted to investigate my powers my whole life. It has its advantages. I don’t have to work for a living. I charge for my services.

Last week I made about $25,000.00. That was a slow week.