Freedom Rhyme Novels & Stories

Old rules fading, not replaced—just made optional. That was how freedom actually began. Not with rebellion. With revision.

The ability to fly, to go where you wanted, to be who you wanted to be. As she walked, she heard the laughter of children playing, a sound that filled her heart with warmth. Freedom was the smile on a child’s face, the warm embrace of a loved one. It was the ability to speak your mind, to have a voice, to be heard. And it was the courage to be kind, to stand up for what was right. Freedom was the light in the dark, the spark that started a brand new start. It was the fire that burned in her soul, the spirit that kept her going.

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’

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

"If can't get the key, you'd lose your freedom to me" Say what?

A noise of panic and fright tore from my lips as I turned to run towards the next riddle, Creed behind me—breathless, bewildered, yet so fucking near. I swallowed, taking a step forward before I could think twice. "It's being able to breathe without feeling you owe someone every breath. It's being yourself without… fear, freedom is like a water fall, and you won't ever experience it if you don't get rid of the things that hold you back." I say trying to fill in the silence The moment suspended—something genuine and stripped bare between us. I tried my best to not look in his direction, but I couldn't fight it I turned

I was going to fight for my freedom, and I wasn't going to give up until I was free. ~~~~~

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.”

A new fire ignites in my chest, burning through the exhaustion and the pain. "What's the rest of the message?" I whisper. Lorenzo’s shadow moves as he stands up. “La libertad es para los que sangran por ella." Freedom is for this who bleed for it

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.