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Fancy a Second Life?

Kade Lennox, a 25‑year‑old call‑centre worker from Glasgow, has three constants in his life: lukewarm tea, late‑night Doctor Who reruns with the ghost of his dad’s laughter in his ears, and the gnawing guilt of the night he froze while his best mate was beaten on the pavement and then walked out of his life. He has quietly decided he’s a coward, even if he’d never say the word out loud. ​ One rainy evening, hurrying to another nothing shift, Kade sees an eight‑year‑old girl step into the path of a speeding truck. This time, his body moves before his fear does. He drags her clear—and takes the impact himself. Instead of darkness, he wakes on the Edge: a strange, white nowhere perched on the lip of a bottomless cliff, face to face with an old man who calls himself a Guardian of the Edge and speaks with all the voices Kade has ever trusted, including his dad’s. ​ At the Edge, Kade learns he is dead but not yet gone. This is the threshold every mind passes in the moment of dying. Step over the cliff, and there is no return. Turn away, and—if he chooses—he can be sent back. Not to his old life, but to a new one: reborn as a Time Lord in a universe he knows only from episodes and box sets, offered a second life he’s dreamed of and never truly believed he deserved. ​ Given ten stolen minutes of borrowed time, a teapot that tastes like home, and the worst sales pitch in cosmic history, Kade must decide whether to rest at last or take on a life of impossible planets, monsters, and the constant risk of failing bigger than he ever could on Earth. The Doctor’s old creed—never be cruel, never be cowardly, hate is foolish, love is wise—suddenly stops being a quote on a screen and becomes the standard Kade will be held to across galaxies. If he chooses the second life, Kade will wake on Gallifrey not as a fan, but as one of them: a new Time Lord with a taste for 60s music, a retro TARDIS, a misbehaving bit of psychic paper, and more power to help or harm than he ever wanted. He’ll collect companions he’s afraid to love, artefacts he hides behind, and a reputation for talking his way out of trouble while quietly falling apart. Each world he visits will force him to confront the very things he tried to leave behind on that Glasgow road: guilt, cowardice, love, and the terror of letting people get close when they can be taken away. ​ Fancy a Second Life? is a character‑driven, bittersweet sci‑fi novel about a very ordinary man offered the most extraordinary escape hatch imaginable—and discovering that becoming a hero in a universe he adored from his sofa is much harder than quoting it. It’s about second chances, the cost of running, and learning that bravery isn’t a moment in front of a truck, but a choice you make every day afterward.
Rj_Holloway · 4.9k Views

Shadows of Influence

Every challenge test is resolved. Every decision reshapes trust. Every observation shifts the balance of power. In a world where influence matters as much as knowledge, one young leader navigates ethical dilemmas, institutional friction, mentorship demands, and high-stakes collaboration. Through crises and breakthroughs, she must balance principle with strategy, composure with action, securing authority while earning genuine trust. From quiet rivalries to external pressures, from miscommunication to pivotal victories, her journey proves that real power emerges not from dominance but from patience, integrity, and the capacity to guide others with steady resolve. Amara Sinclair enters university with clarity and conviction. Intelligent, disciplined, principled ,she believes integrity, effort, and loyalty will secure both success and love. Her future seems carefully aligned until betrayal shatters the foundation she trusted most. The collapse forces Amara into reckoning with disappointment, vulnerability, and an uncomfortable truth: competence alone guarantees neither respect nor protection. What follows isn't reckless rebellion but observation and recalibration. She begins noticing what she once overlooked—subtle hierarchies, unspoken power structures, the quiet mechanics of influence within academic and institutional spaces. As she navigates demanding collaborations, ethical dilemmas, and rising expectations, Amara learns to lead without noise. She develops emotional discipline, strategic patience, and the ability to guide through clarity rather than confrontation. Mentorship, rivalry, and scrutiny test her resolve while responsibility sharpens judgment. Each challenge refines her understanding: authority isn't dominance ,it's consistency, fairness, principle. Over time, Amara's influence grows organically. Trust replaces doubt. Respect displaces assumptions. She becomes a steady presence in environments defined by pressure and complexity, earning credibility through action rather than assertion. Shadows of Influence is a slow-burn coming-of-age novel about self-possession and the formation of quiet power. It explores how resilience builds through reflection, how leadership emerges through restraint, and how true influence establishes itself not by force, but through integrity sustained over time.
Reks_Juli · 2.9k Views

I will love my child this time

I am an evil mother, for I burdened my child with all the responsibility; my torment and my resentment.. The beautiful child who could not smile, grew up in pain and violence.. The traitor of the Empire, "Ayan de Altan," was executed in the public square... My child, whom I never looked at throughout the twenty-five years, never, smiled sadly and said arrogantly on the day of his execution: "I do not care for this Empire's hatred of me, for I never desired your good feelings. So here I am, being executed now to rid you of your final chains. The last Altan monster is executed; Altan will be erased from existence." Ayan was executed, but the pain and sorrow remained in my heart. Years after my son's death, I went to his grave and took a small bottle of purple poison, remembering what the seller said... ["It is a very harmful poison; it makes the one who drinks it suffer greatly, as if their body is being torn apart. Madam, is there someone you want to kill with such brutality?!"] I took a deep breath, opened the bottle cap, and poured it into my mouth. "I am the one who deserves to die in pain." I felt the poison starting to tear my body apart. I began to gasp and ache, tears burning in my eyes. "Ayan, I am sorry, my little one. If time could go back, I would have given you love instead of resentment. I would have held you more, told you that you are the best child in the world. I... I didn't hate you. I burdened you with my hatred for myself and my helplessness... my child, I love you, finally."
sara_Luffy11 · 8.5k Views