Second Life New Choice Novels & Stories

“And I’ll make you fall in love with me twice.” A sob escaped me. The system waited. FINAL CHOICE REQUIRED. I looked at my daughter. Then Lucien. Then the memories covering the walls. People deserved their lives back. Their truth. Their names. I stepped forward. “I choose option three.” The system flashed. CHOICE ACCEPTED. Lucien grabbed my hand. “Seraphina!” The room exploded with light. Every memory rushed toward me. My childhood. My marriage. My daughter. Lucien. The pain. The love.

And for the first time since before existence, the Unchosen asked a question. What happens if I choose wrong? Arielle smiled sadly. Then you choose again. The darkness stopped. The universe became quiet. The Unchosen looked toward the stars. One star returned. Then another. Then another. The Beginning whispered, It is changing. The End nodded. It has become capable of choice. The creature looked at Arielle. Then I am no longer the Unchosen. Arielle shook her head. Not unless you choose a name. The creature looked confused. Arielle waited.

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

Quickstep asked the system still looking at the variety of female divine ants. "Affirmative, host," the system answered. "Hmmm. Enough of that. What else can you give me?" Quickstep quickly recovered himself from the allure of these existences. They were gorgeous but they only reminded him of his wife even more. "The system has a starter bonus for you, host. You can pick one from three random choices of an F tier existence. Do you want to open the starter bonus now, host?" the system asked Quickstep. "Okay, do it," Quickstep instructed the system.

‎ ‎On the one-millionth anniversary of the eclipse, they gathered—not in time, not in space, but in the moment. ‎ ‎The nexus was not a place. ‎ ‎It was the now. ‎ ‎The countless came—not as forms, but as choices. ‎ ‎At the heart of the moment, where choice is born, stood a being named Forever. ‎ ‎Born of every line, of every choice, of every moment. ‎ ‎They had no form. ‎ ‎They were the choice. ‎ ‎They did not speak. ‎ ‎They simply chose. ‎ ‎And in choosing, they asked the question that had echoed since the first breath:

Ten years after fragment release. Network had established tradition. The Choice Ceremony. Every child turning sixteen faced decision. Stay physical or transition to between. Become body-human or consciousness-human. Choose which humanity they'd be. Not forced. Never forced. But expected. Cultural norm. Rite of passage. Moment when childhood ended and chosen-humanity began. Kira's daughter Sera was first. First second-generation child reaching sixteen. First born-after-apocalypse teenager facing Choice. Entire network gathered. Physical community in clearing. Between community present through bridges. Everyone watching. Everyone waiting. Everyone witnessing.

"Lana, you've turned eighteen. Today, you'll choose one of these nine werewolf warriors to be your mate at the marking ceremony." That was when it hit me. By the grace of the Moon Goddess, I had been reborn. I took the list from him without hesitation, picked up a pen, and crossed out the name 'Simon' with force. My dad was stunned. "Lana, are you sure you didn't make a mistake? You've liked Simon since you were a pup. Why would you cross him out? Wait. I'll have someone prepare a new list–" I shook my head. My voice was calm but firm. "No, Dad. I didn't make a mistake. I'm not choosing Simon. I'm choosing Keith."

"And then you can make your choice." What?!

Begging for her to give me the impossible. “Please,” I sob in a thousand remembered voices. “Please end it. Please let him go. Please…” Nyxara is watching me with bored amusement. Then she turns away and resets the Game like I made the wrong choice. It happened over, and over, and over. But in every life, in every cycle, in every rebirth, I choose Kael. I never made the wrong choice. I choose him when it hurts. I choose him when it costs me everything. I choose him even when it condemns me to start again.

"Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much" "What? like a reaper? Harvest souls and all that shit....... Emmmm No thank you just send me on my way thank you." Michael shot back. "NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want."