Freedom Rhyme Novels & Stories

⸻ 🌙 The Secret Of Free Will The Dreamer smiled. ❤️ ⸻ A genuine smile. ⸻ For the first time in centuries. ⸻ “Now you understand.” ⸻ The Writer looked at him. ⸻ Confused. ⸻ The Dreamer continued. ⸻ “Freedom was never about making different choices.” ⸻ The stars glowed brighter. ✨ ⸻ “Freedom was about creating choices that didn’t exist before.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The words echoed through every reality.

Finn laughed again. Liam actually smiled. Alex caught Jake’s eye—mid-movement. Didn’t look away. Nothing pushed back. Nothing corrected them. Nothing tried to decide for them. And still— they didn’t fall into patterns. Didn’t settle into something fixed. Because now— they understood something they didn’t before. Freedom wasn’t just given. It was maintained. Not by force— but by choosing— again— and again— and again. And for now— that choice felt easy.

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

But no matter which version it was or whether it was true or false, none of it had anything to do with me anymore. The days went by, and before long, Clementine learned to walk. She wobbled through the garden chasing butterflies, her little feet sinking into the grass in uneven steps, like a clumsy little rabbit brimming with joy. The sunlight fell on her face, soft and fuzzy, warm and golden. I crouched down and opened my arms. She let out a giggle and threw herself headfirst into my embrace. I held her tight, resting my chin against her soft hair. Suddenly, I smiled.

One more hearing. Then freedom.

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 need to get out I'm finding it hard to breath but Seth won't know he's in the truck and we haven't mated so he can't tell what I'm feeling, but soon enough the truck pull up and come to a stop probably with all the loving from the trailer I was still his mate he's have the need to make sure I wasn't hurt, which I am after blue going metal trying to break free we cut my leg on the trailer I can feel the pain I just don't care at this moment in time, mate or not he has me feeling trapped now I need out I need to be free. As soon as Seth opens the door I had already snapped the lead rope so I bolted no king Seth down in the process, too scared to care I bolted to the woods I could see up a he

But it wasn’t enough. “What else?” I asked. Silence. Longer this time. Then. “Free.” That word hit deeper than anything else. Because that. That was the one thing I had been fighting for. The one thing I had almost lost. The one thing I had tried to build here. My chest tightened. “Define free.” A pause. Then. “Capable of choice without forced outcome.” I exhaled slowly. “Yeah…” “That’s right.” The space pulsed. Aligned.

Freedom they say is one of the best things to be given, the right to do anything you want, to act as you please with not having to worry about it. Blue felt exactly that way,she had gotten rid of the man that caged her in the name of love, he may have been nice to her taking care of her in any way that he could but he was not what she wanted.

, " 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. "