Dreaming Freedom Novels & Stories

Feeling weird, she turned back immediately to Aisha but Aisha was no longer there. She was alone. “Alone in your delusion.” Aisha’s voice echoed in the silent room with Aisha no where to be found. “We are not free. We'll never be free! Face it!” ****************** Ify opened her eyes, staring into darkness. Wierd dreams were something she was accustomed to. Her dreams never bothered on normal. She closed her eyes, rejecting the dream silently. She would be free, Naeto would be free, Aisha would be free, the rest of them would be free. That was GOD's promise to her; GOD would not fail; Mother MARY would not fail her.

Lawson's anger from today burst out almost completely at that moment. Judy's shoulders trembled. She lowered her head, tears filling her eyes. Her voice shook as she said, "But she doesn't even care about being a Luna! Why can't you give Samson and me a place where we can belong? She won't come back!" Lawson raised his hand, ready to slap her, and he stopped only when Samson hugged him. Lawson finally said, "She'll come back. She'll never give up. I gave you so much money, not so you could replace her. Live your own life."

Luminère is bigger now but it still smells like thread and coffee and Lily’s crayons, and every dress that leaves here carries a piece of that story, the story of a girl who ran with nothing and built everything, and when people ask me what Freedom means I tell them it means you don’t have to be perfect to be worthy, you don’t have to be unbroken to be loved, you just have to keep choosing yourself even when it’s hard, especially when it’s hard. James is in the kitchen right now burning toast because he insists on making breakfast even though he’s terrible at it, and Lily is “helping” which means making a mess, and I’m sitting at my table with a new sketchbook open and a pencil in my hand an

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

"Would you be willing to be her real mother?" I knew Jamie was starting to have feelings for me, but I could not accept them. "You'll meet someone better. So will I." A good person would always meet someone even better. Just… They were not that for each other. Jamie laughed in relief. "Alright, Emma's godmother." I could hear Emma's cheers coming from the other end as I hung up with a smile before curling up under the blanket, drifting into sleep. In my dream, I saw a future full of hope.

My dreams become a realm of impossible freedoms, a contrast so stark against my reality that my heart aches. Yet even within those dreams, I’m running—running towards something elusive and undefined, something terrifying and beautiful. Freedom, maybe, or maybe just the illusion of it. But as my dream self breaks through the final line of trees and stares at the open sky, I know one thing for sure: I can’t stay caged any longer. And with that sobering thought, I drift into a restless sleep, caught between the world I know and the world I yearn for.

FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM I can decide whatever I want. I think this is my fate to be lonely and controlled forever. "Mom, could you come and just get me? So we can live happily there? " I whispered. " I am ready to go with you there." I sobbed I cried harder and harder "Life is too short to give up my angel." I heard my mom saying in my dreams I fall asleep. _________ I woke up with my alarm and got up. I looked at my small mirror my eyes are red and puffy. I am just going to get up and get ready for work but my door burst open.

“What does freedom feel like?” I stare at the ceiling, at the light that never turns off. “It’s loud,” I say after a moment. “Messy. Scary.” Her eyes widened. “Scary?” “Yes,” I whisper. “Because when you’re free, you can lose things.” She considers that, chewing on the idea like it’s something solid. “I dream of a place,” she says. “I think it’s yours.” My breath catches. “It’s warm. There are trees. Sometimes people laugh in the distance. I never see their faces, but I know they’re important.”

FRIEDA’S POV I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. It may lie the answers to my freedom. FREEDOM. I’ve dreamt of it, but that’s all it’s ever been. Nothing but a mere dream. Or it could also sink me deeper into the bottom of the ocean. I should run away. Garrett warned me. If I wait too long, then there may not be a me to save anymore. But I’m so scared. So terrified. Anytime I think of Michael, the look on his face, his scary voice, his monster masculine physique…

"Okay. So what are you going to do now?" "Leave the country." "Again?" "Yeah. There's nothing left for me here." I looked at the suitcase I had packed and bought a one-way ticket to Damaria. I took everything that belonged to me, except for the birthday gift I had originally planned to give Chandler. The last time I had dinner with the Armstrongs, I'd been afraid he would think I still had feelings for him, so I didn't give it to him. Now, it was useless, so I handed it over to Duncan.