Dead End to a Wooden Sword

Ashton Jay died doing what he always did—working himself to exhaustion for a family struggling under crushing debt. But death doesn't greet him with peace. Instead, he awakens in a void, stripped of his body, his senses—and even his humanity.Now, Ashton exists as a wooden practice sword in a world he doesn't recognise. With no breath, no heartbeat, and no way to scream, all he can do is think, remember, and explore the strange new senses granted to him.Haunted by regrets and questions, Ashton must unravel his new life. Is this punishment? A second chance? Or something far stranger?As his perception deepens and the fabric of reality begins to bend around focus and thought, one truth becomes clear: Ashton Jay may have died a nameless warehouse worker, but whatever lies ahead is only just beginning.

This is my first ever time writing something. As in, I have no experience. Critique is welcome, but compliments are even more so for the sake of glass-like ego. 😔

English is my second language, so I've used ai polish my prose, but most of it is from the brain.