A Second Life: Katie's Body
TRIGGER WARNING: depression and suicide. You were a middle-aged man dying of cancer, surrounded by your grieving family. The morphine took you under—into darkness. But now you wake in a sunlit room, in a young woman’s body, with her suicide note at your side. Your decisions shape what comes next.I died. I remember the hospital room, the hushed voices, my wife’s hand in mine. The morphine burned cold in my veins, and then—nothing. Darkness. Peace, for a long, long time.
Now, light. Sun on my face. Birds. A full bladder screaming at me.
I sit up—wrong. Everything’s wrong. The room is pink and cluttered, posters of singers I don’t know - all young men. And my hands—small, smooth, painted nails. I look down. Breasts. A nightgown. I stumble to the mirror. A girl stares back. Young. Pretty. Pale. Familiar from the photos on the dresser.
Katie.
Then I see it—the empty pill bottle. The note on the floor.
'Dear mum and dad. I'm sorry. It's not your fault. Please believe me. I’ll always love you – Katie.'
But I’m not Katie. Am I?
Whoever I am, I need to pee RIGHT NOW.
A voice calls from downstairs. An Australian accent. "Katie? You awake love? You'll be late for uni!"
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works: 9
The Last Fertile
You are one of the last fertile young men in a world hollowed by war and sterilization. Billions are gone. The few children born since are all separated by countries and oceans, hormonally driven to frustration, and hunted. The Church wants to breed you. The Prophet's Remnant wants you dead. The Thieves' Guild wants to sell you. You’re not just a survivor—you’re the last hope for humanity, whether you want to be or not. Your decisions shape what comes next.
A Question of Propriety
Your decisions shape every whispered rumor in the rural Scottish town of Kirkwinnoch. As Dr. Alex Scott, freshly graduated and newly arrived in 1859, you carry the weight of your family’s sacrifice and your own fragile reputation. The town watches you—especially when you're alone with Megan Forsyth, the minister’s feisty daughter, whose disregard for social norms threatens to unravel your careful composure.
The Last Meeting
[Author’s own favourite] You're the last person alive—at least, that's what you believed until today. After years of solitude in a dead world, another human is impossible. And yet, here she is. Real. Breathing. Watching you with the same disbelief you feel. Your decisions shape whether this is salvation or sorrow.
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