"Anyway, Percinet wants to marry her, but she won't because of her... problem, you know." Ding-Dong looked at me pointedly.

"I get it," I said.

Farah and I went to bed that night wondering if we would find ourselves back in 1944 again. In spite of the first couple of times I had time-slipped, since then it seemed it was the bed that had acted as my “Tardis” to wartime.

‘Well, I guess he’s always thought I was a bit girly,’ I confided; ‘but he was never mean about it–unlike a lot of other boys.’

In part 2, Alan goes to see Liz, but does she really help him or do things just have to get worse before they get better? Witchcraft works in mysterious ways.

NOTE: I finished editing part 3. I'll post it tomorrow. I hope you enjoy my story.

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Chapter 8

Claire tried to rest in bed. The medicine she took eased the pain just a bit.

“She should be herself in a few days,” the physician told Mary Windham.

“I don’t want any word of this to get out,” she told the Frenchman standing at the foot of Claire’s bed.

Chapter 7

“Don’t you think they look so handsome in their uniforms?” Becky asked Claire as they watched the soldiers march down Main Street.

A band played. The soldiers sang. It was incredible sight to see. They wore clean uniforms. Their buttons and pieces of brass glistened in the midday sun.

Chapters 11-12

Chapter 11

Instead of building a resort or a city, Marvin Pentwater built a haven and workplace for people who have been gifted with powers. Years later, his grandson and heir, Marvin Pentwater III, received his gift. Young Marvin couldn't complain about his physique, nor could he complain about the gaggle of talents he wielded. What he could complain about was the distinct lack of power. He grew up in a place where powers are common and esteemed, but he couldn't lift but a few ounces with his telekinesis. Soon, he met an unusual friend with similar challenges.

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Categories: Elemental, PSI

Timeline: 2062

Chapter One: Sibling Rivalry

I felt myself being lifted off of the ground. "All the control in the world won't help you now! You need power for that," my nine year old sister taunted as she used her telekinesis to rotate me end over end. I could have cried with frustration, but I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction. "You should have morfed into a girl!"