Freedom Comic Novels & Stories

“I was finding a place that’ll give me comfort, and then I ended up here.” I nodded my head. Truth to be told, this place screams comfort and peace. Up here away from the loud city, watching the night sky and feeling the cold wind against your skin. You can’t always find a comfort zone in your life. I closed my eyes and let the wind blow my hair. But this is enough. “Let’s talk about ourselves.” My forehead creased. “What?” “This is a freedom zone,” he smiled a bit. “That means, you can always let out the things that you want to show, to feel, and to speak up.”

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣

I’d file legitimate taxes and date a man who drives a Honda and thinks rough sex means leaving the lights on. I would be free. I would be safe. I would be bored out of my fucking mind. My eyes snap open and I stare at the phone again. The black screen reflects my distorted face. Freedom involves running. It involves hiding. It involves shrinking myself down until I fit into a box small enough that no one notices me. It means being a nobody. Not Eve Larson, recently graduated Business major with stars in her eyes. Not Eve Grimaldi, Queen of the Grimaldi empire.

"Tell your little bird to stop chirping if they don't want their wings chopped off. I can handle myself." "Okay then. What do you want?" "I don't know. You can't give me what I want," he replied cryptically. "Independence. I can give you freedom," I declared confidently. Scotty raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, yes, because nothing says 'freedom' like being tied down in a fake marriage," he said. "Neither of us has to be tied down. There are no strings attached." "Freedom is exactly something you can package and hand out," he replied.

Freeda complained as she spun around. She was very confused as to what she was going to do, knowing if she wanted freedom but it took her a long time to achieve that. "Freeda, I respect whatever decision you'll make, as long as you follow what you think is right. I'm sorry because you got into our trouble, we need you too, you are our hope," I said, I looked at her and she was going to be crazy thinking about what to do.

I shook my head and turned back toward the studio. She did not follow. She remained there on her knees until nightfall. Anna later told me she had kneeled there for four hours before security finally helped her away. When she left, she was still clutching the soup container tightly in her hands. Anna said, "The blood from her knees stained the gravel red." I lowered my eyes to the blueprint. The tip of my pencil dragged across the page, leaving behind a long, uncontrolled line.

, " You're wrong; I desperately want freedom; my soul indeed feels lost, but it's still drowning in an endless pit of hell. What I want, is to be free " " And how do you think you can be free when you reek of anger, when your voice carries a heavy weight of pain? How do you think you can be free when your actions scream for revenge? If you think dying sets you free, then you might have just deceived yourself a big time". " What's the best freedom if not death?", " The best freedom is here," Libby places her palm on her chest, " even the dead ain't free if this place still feels heavy. "

Sophia and Adrian slipped away from the main festivities, choosing instead the intimacy of a quiet corner beneath a sprawling oak tree. Sophia’s heart pounded as she looked up at the star-studded sky, each twinkling light a reminder of the dreams they were ready to chase. “Adrian, do you ever wonder if we’re truly free?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of leaves. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “I do,” he admitted. “Freedom isn’t just about escaping the past or the noise of the world—it’s about embracing the future with all its uncertainties. And with you, I feel free to be who I truly am.”

"Kaila, can you please give me a little time to explain why I care so much for you? I have been telling you that I care for you, but you are always changing our topic and won't even let me talk and listen." "Alicia... there is nothing else more important for you, and there are no other things more important to me. What is most important to us is our freedom, and have you forgotten that what we are doing this for our freedom? That we are fighting for freedom? Because some people gave us curses, as their minds were our prisons and their eyes were our cage," I said while my tears were falling to the ground because of the feelings that I could not explain.

It would be a surprise. - Two days later, I was back in the city I hadn't seen in years. On my way to Chandler's house in a cab, I sent him a message. [Where are you right now?] Two hours later, his black cat avatar buzzed and replied, [At home.] I couldn't help but smile as I typed back, [Guess where I am right now?] Chandler's reply was, [I guess... you're in Dewbrook?] [Wrong. I'm home! Get ready for me!]