Against My Will

Jozaine's mind reeled as she stumbled through the unfamiliar streets. She had no idea how she had ended up here, in a world she had created. Her stories were always set in the past, in a time of grandeur and glory, but this...this was a world she had written about, yet never intended to experience.

She had always been drawn to the modern world, with its sleek skyscrapers and bustling streets. But her stories, the ones she had poured her heart and soul into, were all set in ancient civilizations. And yet, here she was, amid a world she had created, but had never wanted to be a part of.

As she walked, trying to make sense of her surroundings, Jozaine's thoughts were a jumble of confusion and frustration. Why had she come here? What had driven her to this place? And, most importantly, how could she get back to her own world?

She had written about this place, about the people who lived and breathed in this world. But she had never wanted to be one of them. She was trapped in a world she had created, but had never wanted to be a part of. And she had no idea how to escape.