For Dreams To Freedom Novels & Stories

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

I wanted to heal lives and cause people to marvel at what an epitome of a masterpiece of art that I truly was. I am the Dreamer Girl; The Dream Elixir; an escape from this cruel, harsh world. I dream that in this world, I can make a mighty, recognizable change. This world is supposed to be free, full of love and a paradise in it's own axis and I wish to be that elixir that would give people the hope that good dreams still do exist and they happen to people.

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.

" - - - - Saturday evening was so bored and quiet, having dinner with Joachim was worse. He paid less or no attention to her, his earphone blocking literally his hearing and his cell phone distracting his sight, that Mareili felt he wasn't even there at all. She had to rush her meal, leaving him and rushing to take her bath. After bathing, Mareili sat on the porch as she watched weak sun disappear into the horizon. The clouds rumbled, and for some reason Mareili thought the rain and the sun were fighting for dominance over the earth, this was what her mother made her believe whenever the rain threatened to fall and the Sun refused to vanish. When the sky turned grey, and the horizon released

Her voice held shock "I had a dream last night, about you" I breathe "you died" "Sweetie, its just a dream" "No mom, its not. It seemed so real. That was what happened with Ben" my voice cracked "am staying here" she let out a long sigh, a sigh of defeat. "I won't go anywhere today, so I'll be fine" she said, holding my shoulder "Promise?" "I promise, if that's what will make you happy and go to school". I smile. I hugged her before going back to my room and getting ready.

Emma adjusted her skirt after stepping out of the public bus. She's not a rich girl, just a poor orphan with no financial background. She sighed a relief staring at the tallest building in the city. The most capable company that pays well but was difficult to enter. It's was her dream to work in a place like that even though she knew it wouldn't be easy but here she was. Like a dream come true. * She was required to start work today according to the email she got the day after her interview.

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”

Finally, Eli whispered, “Then maybe it isn’t about them. Maybe it’s about what we accept. What we choose.” Julian turned, meeting Eli’s gaze. There was fear in his eyes, but also fire. “And if choosing you means losing everything else?” Eli reached for his hand. “Then maybe everything else wasn’t worth keeping.” --- That night, Julian dreamed of running. Not away, but toward—toward a life painted in bold colors instead of muted grays. A life where his laughter wasn’t measured, where his love wasn’t hidden. He woke with his heart racing and the taste of freedom still on his tongue.

Alfred guessed she wasn't well versed in what she was doing so he pitched her an offer. “I'm more of a freak than you can imagine. Unchain me and I'll give you an experience you'll never forget.” Eva stared wearily at him. “Promise me you won't run. I intend on letting you go once I'm done though.” “I should be the one asking that question, blonde.”

There were no Belvarians and no Jorvikians, no masters and no slaves—just people, free to love and live. As we sat there, basking in the rare and beautiful simplicity of the evening, I couldn’t help but wish that this was how our world could always be. A world where freedom wasn’t a dream but a reality. Deep down, I hoped this vision wasn’t just a fleeting fantasy, but a dream we could one day make come true.