Freedom: My Book Of Firsts Novels & Stories

Freedom. She sank into the sofa, closing her eyes, letting herself breathe deeply for the first time in what felt like years. Every tense muscle in her body loosened, and with each exhale, she released a fraction of the fear, guilt, and pressure that had clung to her for so long. The girl who had once been trapped, afraid to speak her mind, afraid to choose love openly, was gone. In her place stood a woman who had claimed her voice, her heart, and her life.

No one even knew who she was at first. "An immoral woman who had a child out of wedlock." "A mentally unstable drunk driver." "If you're sick, get treatment. If you can't be cured, then just die!" Quentin's words cut deep, each one like a knife to my heart. The person Quentin tore apart with his harshest words and judged with the most hatred was me—the woman he'd loved for five years—and our three-year-old Ruby. Quentin loved kids. That was exactly why, when I found out I was pregnant, I told him right away and decided to have Ruby, even though the pressure was overwhelming.

I even picked up skills I never bothered with at home, like cooking and giving massages, for him. I ignored my teachers' and parents' stern warnings, and even my best friend's frustration at my stubbornness. None of them mattered. All I cared about was staying by Derrick's side. I shook my head, pushing those memories away, and smiled at Crystal. "I called you here today because I need your help to draft a divorce agreement." Shocked by my words, Crystal immediately pulled me into her car. I listened as she rambled on, saying she would help me fight for more rights and free myself from that jerk as soon as possible. For the first time, I felt a sense of relief. Even the hurt of being abandon

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.

Sometimes she called me 'Mommy', and sometimes she called me 'Ida'. In the end, she went quiet, and Jamie took the phone. "Ida, can I bring Emma to see you in the future? I always thought she would never be able to speak, but she can talk to you. I..." "Of course, Jamie. I'm a mother too." As parents, we would do anything for our children. After that, I had a relatively peaceful stretch of time. Charlie also moved quickly, transferring the money into my account in batches. Because of Emma, I traveled back and forth between Oceanton and Linford.

Problems, they will all pass and some new ones will appear, if you wait for them to end to be happy then that would make you depressed for life. I exhaled as a bundle of wind hit my face, close my eyes and feel it, that's what my mother always tells me to do. I used to get confused and wonder what does she mean? Now I know, close your eyes and feel the mobility of this world, the vibes every element sent. Fresh air, the twittering of birds, the roaring of engines, and the talking of people. It isn't noisy, it's life-full. A feeling you get inside that you are a part of this busy world and for people like it is a reminder to make my name known and engrave it as a good example for seven billio

I was tired of arguing and just wanted to escape them both. Caleb blocked my path, grabbing my wrist painfully tight. "You're not leaving until you apologize to Sheena!" "Let go!" I cried out, struggling against his grip and desperately wishing someone would help me. Just when I was about to lose hope, Caleb suddenly released me.

“We have come so far together, we aren’t ready to give it all up now. We can do this!” “For Freedom” came the answering battle cry. With whoops and hollers they ran to their stations. Katalea surveyed the group from her spot on her terrace that overlooked the water. “It was strange to feel so much dread and so much relief at the same time,” she thought. The combination left her little room for fear. She had been training for this day since she was eight. The thought of an attack from the north had been hanging around her neck like a cinder block for so long, part of her was glad to face it. If they survived this night, they could begin to live with real freedom.

, She ordered and I roughly wiped the few tears and snatched the pen out of her fingers, and signed. She was delusional if she thought I'd ever come back to her. I wanted to do nothing with her either, after signing I felt a heavy burden lift off my shoulders. The feeling of freedom spread all over inside me and I let out a breath I was holding ever since I was a child. I was finally free. She happily put the papers inside her purse and I didn't know what happened or what switched inside but something flipped and I suddenly felt different, I wanted to have the last word for the first and the last time.

With headlights approaching in the distance, Sammy swiftly regains her collectedness as her body finally stops trembling with fear and says with an unwavering forceful tone. "You say that I am this "One," right? Well, then how can you expect me to choose between life and death for my friends? I deeply care for Jimmy and Steve and will not choose which one lives and which one dies! That is God's will, and I am no God. " Sammy continues on.....