Cursed by a phantom technomage with a forced gender assignment and a dimensional shift that rewrites his history, a trapped boy chooses survival over suicide after discovering the trauma is awakening his dormant ancestral technomagic—a power he must master to shield his soul, and heal without vengeance.

Chapter Three

In the week leading to the half-term break, Hank and Olaf were back at the university and the four friends were told to meet them in one of the offices. When they arrived, Prudence was with them. Hank made sure that they were all comfortable and then started talking.

Putting away the gown and jewelry after last night's formal dinner, one piece again reminded me of its history.

Stan had been absent for most of Spring semester. First he had been ill for a long time and then when he on shaky legs had attempted to go downstairs he had fallen and broken his leg. Even if there were only two weeks left of the semester he wanted to go back to school so he wouldn’t fall even further back. He had tried to keep up from bed but he still would have to spend much of summer break to make up what he had lost. Amazingly it was John who had helped him most. John, the new student, who Stan only had been friends with for a short time before falling ill. It was also John who had convinced Stan to wear a skirt to accommodate the cast better. Even if it was strictly against the school dress code.

Donna auditions to become a dancer for Mike's band. The next day at school, she has to do a class project with a boy she doesn't know very well.

The puberty bus had obviously skipped my stop.

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by Suzan Donamas

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Ariel Montine Strickland

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Listening to My Mother's Face by Beth Seymour & The Lizzies brought to mind this little episode.

An Apple a Day

When I was a little boy, I used to look at the stars. When I asked Mum which was which, she used to be able to tell me. She was an astronomer, and my father was a physicist. Both were professors in the Surrey University.

Tempus Fugit

There’s a saying that time flies when you’re having fun. I can agree with that. For me, what happened wasn’t that funny. It took me by surprise, and time seemed to become elastic from that moment on.

The Teddy Boys Picnic

I was a Boomer. Not a male kangaroo or even a member of the Australian International Basketball Team, although that would make an interesting story. I was one of those who was born just after the war, in 1946.

My father had been based in Britain training the D-Day teams that went into France in gliders, landing deep in enemy territory to secure various bridges and vantage points. He had been in the commandos during the first part of the war and had been put into the back line due to injuries that sadly took him from us by 1950.