SandBoxed Paradise...or is it a Prison

SandBoxed Paradise...or is it a Prison

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An intriguing mystery that unravels in many surprising directions. SandBoxed includes engaging characters, interesting sub-plots, and just enough sci-fi to help you escape reality while reading. =========================================== I woke up with my face in the sand, naked, stranded on a deserted island. At first, I felt lucky. No matter what had happened...I landed in paradise. Perhaps it was the neverending nightmares, or maybe the 'JD291183' tattoo on my wrist that kept me from accepting, from forgetting that I had forgotten. It wasn't until a crate arrived on the beach, stenciled with my numbered tattoo that I realized something was very wrong. For inside I found a mirror, and as I gazed upon my face for the first time... my reflection blinked when I didn't. =========================================== Begin reading here. Download full version at YvonneDeBandi.com
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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