Me Again

By Aaron Abilene

A young man recalls all of his previous lives and how he died. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aaron Abilene
• Release date: Mar 31, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223756729

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Me Again

Aaron Abilene

Published by Aaron Abilene, 2024.

While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

ME AGAIN

First edition. March 31, 2024.

Copyright © 2024 Aaron Abilene.

ISBN: 979-8223756729

Written by Aaron Abilene.

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505

505: Resurrection

Balls

Dead Awake (Coming Soon)

Before The Dead Awake (Coming Soon)

Carnival Game

Full Moon Howl

Donovan

Shades of Z

Deadeye

Deadeye & Friends

Cowboys Vs Aliens

Ferris

Life in Prescott (Coming Soon)

Afterlife in Love (Coming Soon)

Island

Paradise Island

The Lost Island

The Lost Island 2

The Lost Island 3

The Island 2

Pandemic

Pandemic (Coming Soon)

Prototype

The Compound

Slacker

Slacker 2

Slacker: Dead Man Walkin'

Texas

A Vampire in Texas

Thomas

Quarantine

Contagion

Eradication

Isolation

Immune

Pathogen

Bloodline (Coming Soon)

Decontaminated (Coming Soon)

Virus

Raising Hell

Zombie Bride

Zombie Bride

Zombie Bride 2

Zombie Bride 3

Standalone

The Victims of Pinocchio

A Christmas Nightmare

Pain

Fat Jesus

A Zombie's Revenge

505

The Headhunter

Crash

Tranq

The Island

Dog

The Quiet Man

Joe Superhero

Feral

Good Guys

Devil Child of Texas

Romeo and Juliet and Zombies

The Gamer

Becoming Alpha

Dead West

Small Town Blues

Shades of Z: Redux

The Gift of Death

Killer Claus

Skarred

Home Sweet Home

Alligator Allan

10 Days

Army of The Dumbest Dead

Kid

The Cult of Stupid

9 Time Felon

Slater

Bad Review: Hannah Dies

Me Again

Maurice and Me

Breaking Wind

The Family Business (Coming Soon)

Lightning Rider : Better Days (Coming Soon)

Lazy Boyz (Coming Soon)

Sparkles The Vampire Clown (Coming Soon)

From The Future, Stuck in The Past (Coming Soon)

Honest John (Coming Soon)

She's Psycho (Coming Soon)

Vicious Cycle (Coming Soon)

Romeo and Juliet: True Love Conquers All (Coming Soon)

Hunting Sarah (Coming Soon)

Random Acts of Stupidity (Coming Soon)

Born Killer (Coming Soon)

The Abducted (Coming Soon)

Broken Man (Coming Soon)

Graham Hiney (Coming Soon)

Paper Soldiers (Coming Soon)

Zartan (Coming Soon)

The Firsts in Life (Coming Soon)

Giant Baby (Coming Soon)

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the small town of Millfield, Indiana. David walked down the quiet main street, his backpack slung over one shoulder, lost in thought.

Hey, Earth to David! Sarah called out, snapping him out of his reverie.

Sorry, he mumbled, turning to his best friend with an apologetic smile. I was just thinking about... stuff.

Deep thoughts again? she teased, bumping her shoulder against his. They had been friends since kindergarten, and if anyone knew about David's tendency to get lost in contemplation, it was Sarah.

Maybe, he admitted, grinning sheepishly. You know me too well.

Together, they entered Millfield High School, their last year together before they would head off to different colleges. As they navigated through throngs of students, David couldn't help but feel the weight of his own existence pressing down on him. There had to be more to life than this small town, more than the same faces he'd known for years.

David, are you coming to my party tonight? Sarah asked, interrupting his thoughts once more.

Of course, he assured her. Wouldn't miss it for the world.

Great! I'll see you there, she winked before disappearing into the bustling crowd.

After school, David headed straight to his part-time job at Books & Brews, the local bookstore that doubled as a coffee shop. The comforting scent of old books mixed with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped him as he stepped inside. He loved working there, surrounded by stories of other lives and other worlds.

David, can you check inventory for the history section? Mrs. Jenkins, the store owner, asked as she handed him a clipboard.

Sure thing, Mrs. J, he replied, taking the clipboard and heading towards the shelves.

As he worked, David's mind wandered again. He had always been drawn to history, feeling a strange sense of connection with the past that he couldn't quite explain. It was as if there were echoes of other lives, hidden just out of reach in his memory.

David? Mrs. Jenkins called from the front counter. We have a customer looking for a book on reincarnation. Can you help her find it?

Of course, he replied, setting the clipboard down and making his way over to the customer.

Hi, I'm David. I understand you're looking for a book on reincarnation? he asked, extending his hand to the woman.

Yes, that's right, she said, a mysterious smile playing at the corners of her lips. My name's Cassandra. I've always been fascinated by the idea that our souls could live many lives.

Me too, David admitted, feeling an odd shiver run down his spine as they shook hands. She seemed to possess a knowing air about her, as if she could see straight through him.

Follow me, he told her, leading Cassandra towards the metaphysical section of the bookstore. As they walked, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay buried within his own soul, waiting to be discovered.

––––––––

David tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around his legs as he struggled to free himself from another vivid dream. A medieval castle towered above him, its imposing stone walls casting a cold shadow over the courtyard below. Knights in shining armor charged past on their magnificent steeds, the clatter of hooves echoing through the crisp morning air.

Your Majesty, a knight bowed before him, his voice laced with urgency, the enemy approaches. We must prepare for battle.

Very well, David replied, his voice sounding foreign, yet familiar. He watched as the knight hurried away, leaving him alone to survey the bustling scene unfolding before him. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the dream shifted.

Now, David stood on a lively street corner in the heart of a bustling city during the 1920s. An array of vibrant characters weaved through the crowded sidewalks – flappers with their sparkling dresses and bobbed hair, dapper gentlemen in tailored suits and fedoras. The sound of jazz music drifted out of a nearby speakeasy, blending seamlessly with the honking horns of passing automobiles.

Hey, buddy! a man called out, offering David a newspaper. Extra, extra! Read all about it!

Thanks, David murmured, taking the paper and looking down at the headlines.

David! Sarah shook him awake, her worried expression hovering above him as he blinked away the lingering images of his dreams. You fell asleep in history class again. Mr. Thompson is getting suspicious.

Sorry, David muttered, rubbing his eyes. His dreams felt so real that waking up left him disoriented, unable to tell which reality was true. The classroom seemed dull compared to the vibrant worlds he had just experienced, and he could feel the weight of centuries pressing down on him.

Are you okay? Sarah asked, concern etched into her features. You've been spacing out a lot lately. Is something going on?

Nothing, I'm fine, David lied, forcing a smile. He didn't want to burden his friend with the strange dreams that had been haunting him. They were too vivid, too detailed to be mere figments of his imagination. But sharing them would only make him seem crazy.

Okay, but if you need someone to talk to, I'm here, Sarah said, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze before turning her attention back to Mr. Thompson's lecture.

As David tried to focus on the lesson, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to these dreams – something that connected him to a larger purpose. They seemed to hold the key to unlocking the mysteries of existence and his place within it. But what did it all mean?

David, Mr. Thompson's voice cut through his thoughts, making him jump in his seat. Would you care to answer the question about the impact of the printing press on the Renaissance?

Uh, sure, he stammered, trying to recall the information from the textbook. But as he opened his mouth to speak, the memory of standing in a Renaissance painter's studio flooded his mind, the scent of oil paints and the scratch of a paintbrush against canvas nearly overwhelming him.

Take your time, Mr. Thompson said with a hint of impatience.

Right, um... David began, struggling to push the memories aside and focus on the present. His heart raced, and his head throbbed as he grappled with the two realities wrestling for control inside him. The printing press... it revolutionized the way knowledge was disseminated and made books more accessible, allowing for greater cultural exchange and growth during the Renaissance.

Correct, Mr. Thompson nodded, moving on to the next question, leaving David to wonder how much longer he could keep these vivid memories from consuming him entirely.

––––––––

David, do you want to check out that psychic booth over there? It might be fun, Sarah suggested as they wandered through the local fair. The scent of fried dough and cotton candy filled the air, mixed with the shrill laughter of children on carnival rides.

Sure, why not? David agreed, hoping a momentary distraction would help him escape the weight of his thoughts.

As they approached the colorful tent, a woman in her late fifties with wild, curly hair and vibrant eyes greeted them warmly. Welcome, dear ones. I'm Madam Zara. Would you like a glimpse into your past or perhaps a peek at your future?

Go ahead, David, Sarah urged, giving him a little push toward the table where Madam Zara sat, draped in scarves and surrounded by candles.

Um, okay, he said hesitantly, sitting down across from her. As soon as their eyes met, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

Interesting, she murmured, studying his face intently. You carry the weight of many lives within you.

Excuse me? David asked, taken aback.

Your soul is ancient. You have been reincarnated many times, and you hold memories from each life. It's a rare gift, she explained, her voice soft yet commanding.

"Is that why I've been