Anonymous Author

Hi! Hope you're enjoying your day. Let me take thirty seconds to tell you who I am. Basically: I'm a guy who writes a lot. I'm currently working on quite a few different books, but my main focus is on a book I've named 'Third Time Lucky' (although I'm not sure whether it quite fits the plot? Tell me below in the comments!). The book is on a man who is immortal - kind of. He can die, but he is continuously reborn. It's his third life, and he needs to find out why he can't just simply die...

When I died the first time, it didn’t hurt. The second time was much more excruciating. This is the story of the third time. 

As you have probably guessed by now, I am not a normal person. I am immortal. Kind of. I was given the job of doing something, and I am not able to move on or ‘die’ until I have completed it. The problem is, I don’t know what it is that I am supposed to be completing.

You’re probably wondering why I want to escape immortality. Good question. Honestly, though, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. 

That’s not to say I wanted to escape immortality to start with. The first life was fun, because I just did what I wanted to. No need to worry, because if I messed up, who cares? I could always start again. So I lived a relaxed and happy life. Then I died. Death took away my life. Literally.

Everything I had worked for. Gone. Everything I had craved. Gone. Everyone I had loved. Gone. 

And then I was reborn. But no one remembered me. My two granddaughters, both of whom I met, didn’t recognise me. It was even worse than losing them - watching them lose me and be unable to help. 

So, in my second life, I decided to love no one. Care for no one. Because then, when I inevitably died and was reborn, I wouldn’t have to suffer again.

But I was wrong. Doing that did not stop me from suffering. If anything, it increased it. With nothing to love, I became exceedingly lonely. I had pushed away the chance of getting relationships. It was even shorter than I expected before, at the age of 25, I gave in to alcohol and drugs.

It was not long after that that I killed myself in a drunken daze, with a beer glass, and as I gradually bled to death, that somehow, a purpose became clear to me - that I was in this execrable cycle to achieve something significantly urgent. 

So, I dedicated my third life to finding what that something was.

Next sample coming soon...