Imprisoned by Lives

New face. New voice. New country. And absolutely no idea how much time is left before it happens all over again.

Waking up on a hard floor, suffocating from the heat, was definitely not how I planned my day. Actually, I didn't plan anything, because I have absolutely no idea who I am.

I don't know this endless sand. I don't know the girl who calls me her best friend, or the people that live next to me. I don't know the culture or the dark secret I was keeping.

But the most terrifying part? When I look down, the hands I am holding are not mine.I am trapped in a stranger's body, desperately trying to act normal to survive.

But when I find a mysterious little book written in my own handwriting, I realize this isn't my first life. From the burning deserts of Morocco to a fateful, emotional journey through 14th-century Portugal the clock is already ticking.Who am I running from? Why am I cursed to hop from body to body? And what dark sin did I commit in my very first life to deserve this cosmic punishment?

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Trigger Warning ⚠️ : This story contains themes of memory loss, disorientation, identity distress, cursing and brief mentions of historical child labor practices.

This story is purely fictional.