Second Life Novels & Stories

" Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. I was resting backstage after the event when my phone rang. The call came from a number I didn't recognize. Then, Nathan's weathered, hoarse voice came through. "Kimmy, it's me… I saw the news. It's so nice to see you being successful. "I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. I've been diagnosed with an incurable disease, and I only have a few days to live. I just wanted to hear your voice before I die…" If I had heard these words in my previous life, I would have probably started crying by now and been on my way to see him for the very last time.

Instantly, my senses went on high alert. When I was pregnant in my past life, my mother didn't show me a shred of kindness. Her sudden concern now felt strangely over the top.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

for the dying elite of the human world. Silas lay on the white-glass platform, his teeth clenched against the rhythmic, soul-shredding pull of the pumps. He felt his "Unmapped" frequency being "Down-sampled," his very identity being siphoned away to fuel a world that viewed him as a "Resource." "I can... I can feel her, Silas," Lyra gasped from the platform beside him. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed in a look of agonizing concentration. She wasn't talking about herself; she was talking about the "Duplicate Lyra" in the simulation.

“How then did I survive? How am I still alive? If he is as skilled as you say he was, I should have died there and then.” *You did die. Well, you sort of died* “I sort of died?” *There was a complex engraving on your heart that was activated after your death. It is something I recognized from the past. We call it False Life* “What’s that?” *It’s similar to what you see in video games. Instead of having one life, that engraving gives you two. It’s complex to perform and the materials required are very expensive. Most importantly, it must be placed there by someone who has your blood*

She didn't let Cornell refute her words, as Ariana continued with a small smile. “What if I said … That you saved me in a previous life? Would you believe it?” Cornell looked Ariana in the eye. If it wasn't him, people would definitely think Ariana really has gone mad. From the gaze of Valencia, who was behind Ariana alone, Cornell already knew no one would believe the girl's words. However, Cornell believed the girl. In his tribe, they do believe in second life and reincarnation. “What kind of life did we have in the past?” Cornell asked. The man could see Ariana's look was sad after that. The girl tried to smile, though her eyes were filled with sadness and

He wants to rip her head off her body right now. Thomas is going to kill Melina the second he finds her. Nobody, absolute nobody, he means no single fucking soul on this motherfucking earth, can ever make a fool of Thomas and live to see another day, but Melina has, and not just once but twice. Melina doesn’t seem to value her life because the moment Thomas finds her, he’ll make her regret meeting him far more than she did before. Thomas will kill her from the inside out. When he’s done with her, Melina will wish she’d never been born. ***

Only the silence of a world that had been perfectly, terrifyingly cleansed. Richard stood up, his legs steady in a way they had never been before. He looked toward the center of the crater. There, cradled in a nest of hardened, silver silk, lay a bundle. It was small, silent, and radiated a warmth that felt like a sunrise. He approached it, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached out, the bundle shifted. A pair of eyes opened, looking up at him. They were not human. They were universes—swirling nebulae of silver and gold, reflecting a history that hadn't happened yet.

This was Eos, the First World. "My tablet..." Rhys whispered, staring at his device. The screen was no longer displaying code. It was showing a complex, organic lattice that looked like a nervous system for a planet. "It’s not reading data anymore. It’s reading Entropy. We aren't in a simulation, Elara. We’re in the 'Real'—but the 'Real' is dying."

Everything suddenly felt so confusing. She suddenly felt an urge to speak to the goddess, and so she focused her mind and imagined the body of a goddess. Having no idea of how the goddess appeared to be, she just visualised Qiwan as how she wanted Qiwan to look like: herself. "Goddess, why did you send me to the mortal world if you intend for me to forget everything?" Granny Meng instantly turned towards her. Surprisingly, Granny Meng's words were "you were born for a reason, and now, you will be reincarnated without the need for my soup. Go along, and embrace your new life and journey."