Dreaming Freedom Novels & Stories

"I've actually kept the charm you gave me with me for years. I found out what really happened back then. Jessie had set you up, and I've fired Luther for siding with her. I won't see her again. All I want is to be with you. "I haven't been sleeping well this past month. Without you by my side, I just can't seem to fall asleep. I dream about you doing the laundry, cooking, and putting every corner of the house in order. It felt so warm back then, but now it's just cold—" "Stop." I cut him off. "What exactly are you here for?" Derrick grabbed my hand, unwilling to let go. He had a certain desperation in his eyes. "I don't want you to leave me…"

His shoulders sank in defeat, unwilling to accept what he saw. When it came time for Vincent to give his speech, I was eager to leave Wayne behind. But in the next instant, I was lifted clean off the ground, his arm locked tight around my waist. The madman dragged me toward the restroom and reached for the zipper of my gown. "Arden has a small birthmark on her lower back! You say you're not Arden—if you don't have it, then I'll—" Before he could finish, a fist sent him crashing to the ground.

She whispered, rubbing at her tired eyes. "Do you want this to be a dream?" I curiously asked as she yawned, shrugging her shoulders as sleep began to take her once more. "I've become very good at dreaming. I must miss you so much that I'm getting you confused with my dreams and reality." She laughed, unknowing that her words shot a pained bullet right through my heart. Dreaming was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but why is it that she's dreaming of things that every human should have the right to? Dreaming of being free, I thought this was supposed to be a free country?

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

"You're the one who made the first move. Ever since Sean left me, I wished you would die every single day! You still don't know about this, do you? When your loving mother heard you were trafficked across to the Northern Barrens, a vein in her brain popped, and it started bleeding! She's still in the ICU right now! No one in this world is coming to save you!" My heart went cold. I went through every humiliation one could imagine in the Northern Barrens. They broke all ten of my fingers and shattered the bones in my legs. In the end, I died because of all their torture. Everything was thanks to Flora. I died with my eyes wide open, filled with nothing but hate! Now that I had regressed and wa

It was a crocodile cry, as the term goes, lol! I felt so relieved when I was finally free. I was finally breathing, I was alive again, after eight years of misery. I was startled awake from my slumber, gasping and sweating and blinking my eyes. I remembered the dream I had. What was the significance of that dream? I was perplexed, then reality hit me like a hot iron rod Neil hadn't yet left. There were still a few weeks till his departure, and there were still a few weeks until my freedom.

Confused me. When he pressed the bandage to my palm, his fingers lingered. “You want freedom,” he said quietly. “You talk about it even when you don’t.” “Would you give it to me?” I asked. He met my gaze, and something flickered there pain, maybe, or longing. “If I could promise you the world outside wouldn’t destroy you, yes.” I almost smiled. “That’s not freedom then, is it? Choosing for me again.” His hand stayed around mine, his thumb tracing the line of the bandage. “You have no idea what waits out there, princesa.”

It felt exactly like the stoke of his hand against her nipples. “Are you okay?” Fiona asked with a frown and Freya’s cheeks coloured guiltily. She had no business thinking such thoughts in the presence of such a little kid. “Of course. Come here, let’s go to bed.” She urged again. Freya did plan to stay awake and find Riordan after Fiona slept off but it seemed her body had other plans as she succumbed to her exhaustion and passed out. In her dreams, she heard wings in the sky, hooves coming for her. It didn’t matter that it was a dream, her terror was real and she abandoned her fighting stance, turning tail.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ That night, a strange dream came to me and for the first time in my entire existence I felt free. I could feel the icy air between my feathers and the world seemed small, insignificant near the heavens, close to the feeling of flying. Even when my eyes opened, I could still feel that feeling, that freedom. 'It seems... well...' I found myself thinking as I threw myself out of bed.