Ley Lines In Oklahoma Novels & Stories

“This whole ley lines thing has a catchy flavor to it. I mean, looks like there’s a lot of theories about them, their location, their history, their meaning. But nothing established, right? No solid evidence that they even exist.” “Wanna put Isaac to delve into it?” “Not exactly. Amy said they’re believed to be mostly straight lines, right? Well, how about taking one of the lines that allegedly converge on the Oregon Vortex, drawing a straight line to the east, and finding haunted locations along it? He and Trisha can go on a road trip, investigating places down that imaginary line. One ley line a season.”

The day has only just begun. By the time assembly ends, I’m on the field with my first P.E class. Second–years. Eager, loud, untamed energy bouncing off them as they gather in loose clusters, their conversations overlapping into a messy, chaotic hum. They glance at me occasionally, sizing me up, waiting to see what kind of teacher I’ll be. I blow the whistle, sharp and short. The sound slices clean through their chatter. “Line up,” I call, not raising my voice, but letting the tone carry the weight of expectation.