The summer I turned thirteen, my parents thought it would be great if I spent all summer with my cousins in a lakeside cabin.

MY Magic PDA part 1

Bob and Megan, a married couple in their final years retired for the night. Just before drifting off to sleep Bob made an off hand comment to which Megan agreed with a slight twist. They did not know something was listening and granted their wish. How will this challenge work out when they hardly know the rules of the game?

Sept 20, 2011
Newly edited through the unforgiving seventh grade English teacher. There are a few minor changes but nothing to alter the story. You will notice a change from first person narrative to third person in some scenes. This is intentional. The primary focus is from Bob/Sarah's point of view. I shifted to third person when Bob/Sarah was not involved in the scene and for areas where scene setting is involved. With that in mind it should lessen any confusion. I trust this helps convince you there is a method for the writers madness and it is not a lack of skill. This decision may be a failure but I did it on purpose.

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I took 'Something about Us' by Daft Punk, and 'I will Love you for You' (I can't remember who it is by.
Here we go.

It might not be the right time. I might not be the right one. But there's something about us I want to say. Cause there's something about us anyway.
I might not be the right one. It might not be the right time. But there's something about us I've got to do. Some kind of secret I will share with you.

I will love you for you not for what you have done or what you will become.

Evolution - 0 of 24
Imagine a future where women are dominant. Their bodies can "Rebirth" you into the girl you've always wanted to be? What if they can also make women's body a weapon to use against men so are able to protect themselves? All this while jump starting evolution? The only down side, eventually there will be NO MORE MEN

The Center: Chimera
Chapter 1

What do you say when you're at the end? Do you apologize for things you wish were different? Do you smile knowing it’s finally over? I don't know what you would do, but I was calm inside and out. Surprising, once you get to know me. When you find out what really goes on in my head, regardless of what I show the rest of the world. I guess I should start at the beginning right? My life changed on a Wednesday. Funny how you remember the day when your whole life becomes something you never thought was possible.
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Moving Metal Part 1

What would you do if you lost everything?
What would you do if given the power to make those responsible pay?
The power to create your ideal world, full of the people that you deem worthy.
Would you ignore the consequences?
In a time before Olivia, in a time before Terra, in a time before Jade,one person will have to make that choice, that sacrifice.

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A Fortunate Change of Events
by Katelynne Perry

I hear my doorbell ring as 'CSI:Miami' is about to end. As I get up and out of my chair to answer the door, things seem a bit different all about my apartment. My light-beige walls now seem brighter and glow in a pinkish hue I am certain isn't of my own intent. About the room are mementos of a feminine nature I have never seen before.

My Daughter, Myself

By Heather St. Claire

Prologue: The Proposal

It’s a gorgeous late spring day in the Pacific Northwest. A young couple is enjoying a picnic lunch together under a shade tree at a city park. They’ve spread out a blanket underneath a shade tree and have brought with them a basket full of sandwiches, fresh fruit, cold soda, and assorted other goodies.

I'm a small kid. I couldn't help it, it was how I was born! On top of that, I was 11 and hadn't hit puberty yet. I hated to admit it, but I really looked like a girl. In fact, you could probably call me a girl. I only had long blond hair about 2 inches down my shoulders, I only had one friend, who was a girl, and I had only girl family. My father died in a car crash while my mom was pregnant with me. In his honor, I was named after him. Salem. But that's beside the point. I need to get to the story.

I'm Sorry
For Many things
but mainly
Because I can not be,
I can not be the boy that you want

Anonymous

Anonymous

They were staring. And I hated it.

But you have no idea what I’m talking about, right? Right.

 ­Prologue:

*This is a fanfic set loosely in the Whateley Academy series. That series is great. I'll edit this to add the real disclaimer that's supposed to be here when my internet is faster. This is going to move slowly and there is cursing. You have been warned.*

Chapter 1: The more you ask, the more I say
I woke up to darkness. It was Saturday. Through the night I'd felt as though there was something going wrong but I couldn't place it, quite. My head felt funny, like it had expanded. The soft glow of my computer's monitor could still be seen over my immobile feet from my vantage point at the head of the bed. It was a Saturday. I was sleeping in: it was around ten o'clock, though I normally woke up much later, closer to 12 or 1. I wish I remembered more ... it's really a blur what happened next. I have a tendency to block out my emotions. There was a knock at the door. I was crying and I couldn't understand why. The knock was soft and quailing. Through my sobs I couldn't hear the other person crying, but I knew they were, somehow. They entered the door. It was my aunt Lily, who lived four states away and was the most caring and least rational person I knew in my family, simultaneously. She believed in Wicca, though my own blasphemous atheist thoughts were tolerated nicely. Dabbing at her eyes she seemed almost like she couldn't talk, and choked before letting go with a single sentence:
"Rick and Gloria are dead."