Freedom A Novels & Stories

Those other petitions all spoke of a form of freedom, but that last one spoke of absolute freedom. But here is the thing, absolute freedom can indeed seem to be the best option but there is how long you will stay in a place, absolute freedom will be the end of you. Now it is left for you all to decide. Once I make this decree, you all cease to have affiliations to this place both as slaves, friends of inhabitants of this place. You will pack your things and return to your homeland. No transaction of any form or help will be rendered to you.”

Freedom they say is one of the best things to be given, the right to do anything you want, to act as you please with not having to worry about it. Blue felt exactly that way,she had gotten rid of the man that caged her in the name of love, he may have been nice to her taking care of her in any way that he could but he was not what she wanted.

duties, Nothing worth gaining is ever gained without effort. You can no more have freedom without striving and suffering for it than you can win success as a banker or a lawyer without labor and effort, without self-denial in youth and the display of a ready and alert intelligence in middle age. The people who say that they have not time to attend to politics are simply saying that they are unfit to live in a free community. Their place is under a despotism; or if they are content to do nothing but vote, you can take despotism tempered by an occasional plebiscite, like that of the second Napoleon. In one of Lowell’s magnificent stanzas about the Civil War he speaks of the fact which his cou

I could tell that he was the kind who would betray the world just to be with her. It finally hit me. Selene, the radiant moon I once cherished, could choose to shine her light on anyone she wanted. And I no longer deserved it. I'd lost my privileges a long time ago.

which means making a mess, and I’m sitting at my table with a new sketchbook open and a pencil in my hand and for the first time in my life I’m not drawing to escape, I’m drawing because I want to, because I can, because I’m free. And freedom, I’ve learned, isn’t a destination you arrive at, it’s a decision you make every morning when you wake up and choose joy over fear, choose yourself over your past, choose love over walls, and I make that choice every day now, sometimes with shaking hands, sometimes with a full heart, but I make it, and that’s enough, that’s everything, that’s me, Aria, alive, whole, and finally, finally home.

I asked her gently, and she sat up in the chair. " My government cannot dictate to me who I can love and marry. I have rights, and I am a free woman," She said, and I smiled at her and leaned forward in my chair. " Freedom is an illusion, Ingrid. No one is ever truly free. As long as there are laws and there are punishments for breaking these laws, then we cannot say we are truly free." I said to her, and she did not respond. She couldn't. She had never thought of things in that manner before.

"Where are you? I'll send the driver to pick you up." I did not reply. Another message arrived. "Stop being stubborn. You know I can't live without you." I stared at the words and almost laughed. She could not live without me the same way she could not live without the furniture in her house or the pillow on her bed. That was habit. Not love. Real love was respect. Real love meant letting someone become who they were meant to be. It was not breaking their wings, locking them in a cage, and demanding gratitude for it.

It hurts way too much that we write with so much love and this is what we got in return. A humble request from all my readers to please support me. So, ok enough of my bickering Because i know its not gonna work. Today's quote "Freedom lies in being bold." "Patriotism consists not in waving the flag, but in striving that our country shall be righteous as well as strong." ~unknown So, tata bye bye till next update. I***a: minie_polo Love you all Stay safe Stay happy Pray for Palestine… May God bless us all with a good beautiful future

Katalea asked. “That is a good strong name,” Paulo said, looking around. “We are all on this hunt for freedom and can only achieve it together. I will second that nomination.” Unanimously the Pride’s voted the name in. Katalea had one more piece of business to discuss. “Until now, we have never had an official name for the island. I would like to propose that we legally change it to Freedom Island.” Her smile widened as she saw her suggestion had hit home with the group.

He pulled his leg away coldly, wrenching his trousers out of my weak grasp. “But you made a mistake,” he said. “And when you make a mistake, you must be punished. Those are the rules. Lock her in the utility room. Once the doctors confirm the baby is perfectly fine, I’ll let her out.” However, I didn’t want to be locked away anymore. I had been imprisoned for three long years, and I refused to spend the final four hours of my life being penned up like cattle.