Freedom Rhyme Novels & Stories

the keys to our life, But no longer will we serve, We will not bend, We will not fall, Your wrath cannot find us here, We are free, We are free, Free to choose our own way, We’ve been slaves for far too long, Yes sir, Of course Ma’am Whatever you say, But times have changed, We are equal, So go ahead, Go ahead, Break the chains that bind us, Chains that bind us, Then we can be free, can be free, Free to choose our own way.”

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.

Seven years ago, we married in the heat of our passion, only to separate in the same fervor. Chandler held me then, promising he'd always wait for me. We had so much time ahead of us, or so we thought. Everything had changed when I got back. We could've been together forever, but there was no longer a future for us now. I whispered softly, "Chandler, it's over between us."

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.

Or will you say, my friend, Let this be the end, And at our side will you fight For a future that is right? The battle is won, but not the war, Let’s remember that we want more, Freedom is what we’re fighting for. Your Secret Keeper

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Avery turned towards her, a small smile playing on his lips. "It is the only thing that I know is truly free," he said, his voice soft and wistful. "The way the waves move, the way the wind blows - it's a symphony of freedom that I can't find anywhere else."

The birds chirped around outside her windows, the sun shove above high, casting it's illuminate glow, rey's of sunshine surrounding the place, and the butterflies flitted around, fluttering their pulchritudinous appendages, seeking out for their next flower, finding comfort in their freedom. Freedom A Pulchritudinous and splendid word. Freedom. Which everyone are entitled to have. Freedom. Something which she wasn't entitled to have. As she was just a mere object, a tool to be used for HIS satisfaction.

Riddles of some sort. ‘And what's that?’ His question only unlocks the determination and confidence inside me. Nothing in this world was ever going to be free. Nothing was going to be easy either. I needed to take the risks that were necessary. I needed to try and see for myself… for the love of my late mother. As I look at him, I realize there was only one thing they both wanted and needed so badly. ‘ freedom..’ The taste of that word sounds so foreign on my tongue.

The word hung between us like a blade. His expression cracked for half a second. Pain. Real, raw pain flashed across his face before the mask slammed back down. “Free,” he repeated, tasting the word like poison. “You want freedom? Freedom means exile. Freedom means every rogue wolf out there will hunt you for sport. Freedom means you die alone.” “I’d rather die alone than live chained to someone who rejected me,” I said. The words tasted like ash but I said them anyway.

Brilliant white light blinded my eyes. Freedom. The air had never tasted so sweet. I was out, free at last. And so, I followed the humming.