As the tub was filling up with water, a thousand questions entered my head. It started making me dizzy. Then I realized that all this questioning wasnt going to do me any good. There was no way I was going to find out how or why this had happened to me, and if I did find out, the answers were more likely to come to me, rather than me go crazy trying to figure them out. And so, with my head cleared, I got in the warm tub. A rush of excitement immediately filled me. The water felt soo good. But it was so different.

How can someone go through this kind of change and not be phased by it? I have to live my whole life over again! I have to let go of all the things I loved. I wasnt ready to let go! Why? Why was a question I couldnt stop asking myself. Why did everything have to change? One day Im a popular teenage boy, people think Im funny, and I have a respectable amount of close friends. And then I go to sleep, and everything became different.

Christmas Eve Snow gently fell, coating the exterior world in a white blanket. It was the first snowfall of the season and came just in time to make many children pleased with the chance to use all their newly acquired Christmas gifts that they would soon receive. Christmas Eve was for most part a time of happiness and glee. Not so however for little eight year old Robbie Lambert, The one thing he wanted more than anything else would never, could never be given.

The children lined up to get on their buses for the ride home. It was the end of school for Christmas vacation and the excitement of the pending holiday and a week off from school was evident in each of their faces and actions. Nancy was the exception. She just could not get into the Christmas spirit. She had been told that older brother would be staying at college for special courses and this made her sad. Nancy, at eleven years old was a late child and the ten year age difference

It had all started a month earlier when Shirley Davis had moved into Dons neighborhood along with her older sister Valerie and their estranged mother Sherry. Don Wallace was a senior at St. Marys Boys High School at the time. Shirley Davis had immediately caught Dons eye on her first day at the school. She was a petite five foot even and with her long red hair and pale slightly freckled face with large green eyes and small button nose, she was the classic Irish lass. For the first month or so, Don had tried to think of a way to attract Shirleys attention. Strict segregation of the sexes precluded any contact while at school.

This is the first in a series of loosely related stories that will take the reader into a new realm of cyber space. One in which Fairy Godmother has become addicted to working her will on the web with a magical computer. Maybe You may think twice about reading so much of these the TG stories, or maybe you will want to read more. . The Beginning. Mike Davenport had been doing his usual monthly reading of the offerings on Fictionmania. He had been doing this ever since he had picked up the computer from a woman dealer at the local flea Market.

Not that accidents had not happened before in Greenwood, but in this case it was the sheer futility experienced by all involved. Two young lives had been severely affected, one fatally. It had all happened a week ago and as of yet, no one could venture a guess as to the final outcome. It was Sunday afternoon the th of June. Normally a very quiet period in a Greenwood, a semi-rural community of approximately seven thousand souls just outside Phoenix, Arizona. State Route , the main road in town usually had very little traffic on

Mrs. Weeb was in total shock. She was the youth leader on this trip, but judging by the look on her face, she hadnt bargained for this. Neither had I. "Is it really you, Michael?" she finally stammered. "Yes! What more do I have to prove to you?" I had started to get pissed. Here I am stuck in this new completely different body and all anybody wanted to do was prove that I wasnt some lying orphan

Prelude: True magic by definition is the unexplained movement or changing of animate or inanimate material objects or the appearance or disappearance of the same usually by either the sheer will of a person or other living creature with or without the help of some material object which is possessed with a certain unexplained power. In either case magic usually defies the laws of nature and or physics. The mists of time have faded the magic of dragons and wands, of wizards and sorcerers to a level of entertainment only. Modern magic, is practiced by illusionists, no longer feared, modern educated people take it for what they believe it to be, A good act of illusion.

Karens mom had answered the phone and after giving her the message from Kathleen and passing a few pleasantries, Shawnlea hung up the phone and went to the front door. Karen only lived across the street and she had walked over in the time Shawnlea was on the phone with her mom. Shawnlea opened the door just as the bell rang. Karen had a huge smile on her face. She did an exaggerated curtsy. "Is the Lady of the house at home?" Asked Karen as she looked at the girl who