For Dreams To Freedom Novels & Stories

He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner. I looked up at him and choked out without believing it myself. “I don't know. But last night I dreamed that Laylan had met a man named Daemon.” I must have been convincing enough for Mitchell because I could see his eyes calm at my statement. I watched him as he walked around the couch and took a seat in the opposing recliner from Josh. We all talked about my dreams and what they could possibly mean though none of their ideas seemed to be to my liking. But I told them all about my dreams and even my vision that I had had as Josh and I were swimming. I told them all what all I had

“My family needed money. I had no choice.” Lisa smiled awkwardly. Perhaps, if things hadn’t gone the way they did, would she have been in this young lady’s shoe too? Trying not to lower herself before the woman, she opened her bag, brought out a cheque book and signed it. Tearing it off, she offered it to the whimpering lady. “Here is a cheque of fifty million dollars. I am sure it will go a long way for your family. I have also prepared a passport and visa for you. My men will take you to the airport. You can go anywhere you want. Just make sure I don’t ever set my eyes on you. Ever. I don’t care what excuse you have to give to your family but I hope this stays off the media. You wouldn’t l

This must mean something extremely important to her. “Ms. Farah, I would do anything you ask of me. I have seen you patch up everyone here, taken the beatings for the little ones and even shed tears for all of us here. Whatever you ask of me I will do.” I said taking her hand in mine and lifting her chin to meet my eyes. “I vow, someday, someway I will free you of this hell and you will never feel this pain again.” This was a vow I promise to all slaves. Somehow I felt empowered and felt a sort of strength flowing throughout my entire body. Maybe my dream was actually true and the Goddess herself actually did visit me within my dreams.

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lone figure across the street through the snow. Julian. He watched us, eyes red. In the end, he turned and disappeared into the storm. Maybe he finally understood. The little girl who once needed rescue had grown strong enough and never needed him again—she had found her true freedom.

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

“What’s the difference anymore?” --- That night, she returned to the shared meadow alone. The voice was waiting. > Now you see, it said. Dreams aren’t one mind—they’re many mirrors. When you gave us freedom, you forgot something important. “What?” Even freedom needs connection. The meadow rippled. The dream began to reshape—threads of light weaving between every soul like veins. She realized what it was doing. > “You’re linking everyone permanently.” No loneliness. No separation. Perfect empathy.

"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

“If you cooperate, I’ll give you money. Leave the child here, and you can live comfortably. If you don’t... neither you nor the child will survive past tomorrow.” Faced with Serena’s chilling glare, Quinn hesitated. She shot me a hateful look, but I played the role of a heartbroken wife, silently grieving the betrayal. In the end, Quinn chose the money. Survival was more important, and she needed resources to secure her future. Serena and I returned to the Evertons’ household with the baby in tow. A year passed. Under my leadership, the company flourished, becoming an industry giant. “Congratulations, President Sophia!” At a business gala, partners and collaborators showered me with praise.

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?

Every species that endures learns to dream collectively before it dies alone. The light swelled, flooding her senses. Images flashed — forests regrowing overnight, oceans calming, children learning without schools, music made of pulse and breath. Lumen’s voice grew tender. We do not replace you, Sophia. We become your echo. She smiled faintly, tears like starlight trailing down her cheeks. “Then echo this — keep them free.” Freedom is resonance without fear, it answered. And you are its first note. --- Ottawa — Reality Reemerging