Dreaming Freedom Novels & Stories

It was a message from Alex. [The wind looks great tomorrow. Do you want to go skydiving? Let's jump from the peak and into the sunrise.] I looked at the screen and smiled. The Alpha King of the northern territory had just freed me from all rules, and the wind of the southern territory was about to carry me into the sky.

"Elias." The name echoed across existence. And reality broke. The chains binding the Dreamer shattered in a storm of silver light. Fragments exploded across the heavens. Each piece becoming a star. A galaxy. A memory. The sound that followed was unlike anything the world had ever heard. Not an explosion. Not destruction. Freedom. The prison had broken. The Dreamer was free. The colossal eye in the sky widened completely. The hand pushing through reality clenched and relaxed for the first time.

, " You're wrong; I desperately want freedom; my soul indeed feels lost, but it's still drowning in an endless pit of hell. What I want, is to be free " " And how do you think you can be free when you reek of anger, when your voice carries a heavy weight of pain? How do you think you can be free when your actions scream for revenge? If you think dying sets you free, then you might have just deceived yourself a big time". " What's the best freedom if not death?", " The best freedom is here," Libby places her palm on her chest, " even the dead ain't free if this place still feels heavy. "

I thіnk іt’ѕ happening аnd when іt dоеѕ, I wіll hаvе nоthіng lеft. Frееdоm оf thought іѕ ѕоmеthіng I dіdn’t believe they could еvеr tаkе frоm me. But hеrе wе are. Thе day has соmе whеn I don’t knоw іf my ѕсrеаmѕ аrе rеаl or juѕt in mу hеаd.

"Kaila, can you please give me a little time to explain why I care so much for you? I have been telling you that I care for you, but you are always changing our topic and won't even let me talk and listen." "Alicia... there is nothing else more important for you, and there are no other things more important to me. What is most important to us is our freedom, and have you forgotten that what we are doing this for our freedom? That we are fighting for freedom? Because some people gave us curses, as their minds were our prisons and their eyes were our cage," I said while my tears were falling to the ground because of the feelings that I could not explain.

“Freedom.” The word hit like a blade against bone. I flinched. “Freedom from what?” He leaned in, lips ghosting mine without ever pressing. “From yourself.” My heart roared. My knees buckled. And then the darkness swallowed everything. - I woke with a gasp, drenched in sweat. My sheets tangled around my body like chains, my chest heaving. The sun was already bleeding through the curtains, too bright, too sharp. But worse than the dream was the truth, I couldn’t escape.

*you cannot stop it* I will! I will!! In the process of trying to get the bracelet off, I didn't see the car approaching me and before I could move away, it hit me. Hard. I fell to the ground staring at the bright sky. So this is how I was going to die. I smiled to myself. At least it wasn't as horrific as the others. I was crazy even at my dying moment. I start feeling dizzy, black spots covered my vision. Goodbye world. My eyes slid shut hearing the last words that didn't make any sense. *this is your future* Then I woke up.

A feeling you get inside that you are a part of this busy world and for people like it is a reminder to make my name known and engrave it as a good example for seven billion people to know. My phone vibrated in my pocket interrupting my thoughts. "Hello?" I answered, unfocused still watching as students walk to school ready to start another uneventful day, tired, not aware that they are at their best days, where they still can dream and be free in imagining their future, no matter how sad their life gets, they still have hope. It was never late for them to fix their mistakes, it's never late for anyone, however, they are still young and still trying to understand life. Didn't we all try to d

For who she might never be again. For the war she brought home. “I want to be free,” she whispered. But the storm answered, rumbling in the distance. And Xavier’s voice slithered back: “Freedom is a lie, Freya. You were born to kneel.” Silence wrapped around her like chains. It pulsed. Crawled up the walls. Squeezed her until she forgot the sound of her own voice. No visitors. No light. No lies. But the worst lies lived in her own mind.

On another note, she didn't want him to touch her, as she was still struggling with putting her feelings to sleep, magically. He chuckled out at her angry expressions, like it was nothing serious. “ In our world, only Death is true Freedom. ” He deadpanned, as he stopped laughing and his expressions turned serious. “ Even if you hide far - far away, you will be found out and brought right back here so if you want freedom... ” He stepped back and Ana released the breath she was holding inside. Death was freedom for him? Ana wanted to hit him, but she hated that she was still unable to do it.