Freedom At Midnight Book Review Novels & Stories

And as the clock on the wall clicks toward midnight, I realize that this is how the rest of my life will be. The book is closed. The lights are out and I am left in the dark. THE END

The more I stared at it, the more it resembled a worthy instrument that would lead me to my freedom. My heart thudded loudly against my chest and adrenaline pumped in my veins, fueling my burning desire to regain my freedom at all cost. With a mind made up and ready to fight, my eyes darted to the fancy clock sitting on the table to see it was an hour before midnight. It was late, but he could still be awake. So I laid in wait by the door, the butter knife in a firm grasp hidden behind me as I counted every second with the clock, waiting to attack. It felt like forever but as soon as it struck midnight, I jumped to my feet and slowly opened the door. Luckily for me, it made no noise. There w

The next day, I opened my old laptop that he had retrieved for me. It was dusty. Battery barely held a charge. But I opened a blank document and wrote one line. My name is Sarah. Then I wrote the next. And I’m still here, and I finally had some peace. Freedom isn’t a door you break down one day and never look back. It’s a thousand tiny choices. To wake up. To walk. To speak. To love. To trust again. And today, I chose all of it.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

The words danced before my eyes, but one passage caught my attention. "Freedom is not given, it is taken." I smiled at the name of the book, assholes like him study books that keep them more evil.

I let my guard down for just a second. And that night was the beginning of this future - this dark, torturous future. Regardless of the events before that night, it was that midnight that a new world opened for me. One I wasn't prepared for. ** It was midnight like I had mentioned before. It began at midnight. I was in bed sleep - the day had worn me out. I had spent it reading books I found in the study about witchcraft since I couldn't see Hezekiah. All day was spent in my room, even though I was freed from that place. I stayed there, reading words that didn't make sense. Not only did I want to get my mind off of Hezekiah, but I wanted to understand Aza and this animosity towards witchcraf

The city that never sleeps. Charles Bukowski wrote, when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, freedom or loneliness? I'd wonder, how does freedom taste, to be free, to belong to no one but yourself? I use to long for that, for everything it is -- to fleet, to drift, to stray amongst lives and leave as fast as you arrived. I wanted to leave and never come back, never stay in a place for too long. I wanted to be free, to have a home in myself, so I left, and I built a home in me, with an unshakable foundation, and it is beautiful.

Sammy quickly responds in an almost panicked tone while she's still shaking due to fear. Sammy quickly receives a response, in a monotone voice she hears from the red being... "Your friends did this to themselves. They were given a chance, but the good they have done will never outweigh the bad! They are not PURE... Your other friends are quickly approaching, and you have 60 seconds to make your decision. Only ONE will see tomorrow!"

Judy was scared. She knew Lawson could do it, so she covered Samson's mouth and did not have the courage to let him continue. She feared she might not even be able to keep the life she had now. After Judy left with the pup, the scandal spread through the pack. The Beta, who had never been very loyal to Lawson to begin with, started using it to win over other warriors. Lawson waited at the church for an entire day. I did not appear. That day was enough to break him down and make him fully realize I had truly left.

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n