Guide To Freedom Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 – Locked Inside The idea of freedom is an illusion. We are told we are free but when you don't know where your food is coming from, what your children are learning, and how your house is powered. You aren't free because there's always someone else calling the shots.

I slowly sit down on my seat, that is by the window and look out it This is it, after this day I leave behind everything and begin my new life. A new life that would provide my child safety and happiness, this is the end of all the sorrows and tortures. I smile as the train starts and my journey to freedom begins.

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

“That’s dangerous.” “Yes,” I said. “But it’s honest.” The Freebound gathered as the sun dipped lower. I stood before them—not elevated, not centered. Just present. “If you believe authority is safety,” I said, voice steady, “you are free to seek it.” Murmurs rippled. “If you believe freedom is risk,” I continued, “you are right.” Silence fell. “I won’t promise protection,” I said. “Only consequence. Choice. And responsibility.” A long pause.

"I didn't expect you to be so devoted. If that's the case, I'll grant you your wish." Even though he was reluctant, Theodore followed my decision. A few days later, Jessica was released from prison. Joseph embraced her tightly with tears in his eyes. "Jess, this time, we can finally be together. We can do it openly and freely." In the car, watching as the two of them embraced affectionately, Theodore glanced at me and asked, "Are you trying to be some benevolent saint?" I teased the baby in my arms as I smiled faintly. "Not really. I'm just curious whether they'll actually be happy now that they've gotten what they wanted."

Why am I not allowed the same? Ayden still wanted to approach me, but he stopped when I threatened to call the police. I pulled Gary a few steps away, then let go of his hand. "Thank you for helping me." I didn't take it seriously. I thought he just said those things to spare my feelings. But suddenly, Gary stopped and said incredibly seriously, "Krista, what I said is no joking. "But you had just ended an unfortunate marriage. I could understand that you will hold a grudge against me. I will sincerely win you over step by step."

I stayed silent. My mother sighed. She took a handwritten recipe book from the drawer and placed it into my hands. I flipped through it. Everything inside was my favorite dish. But food had to be eaten while it was hot. Six years had passed. The food had gone cold. People should move on too. I handed the recipe book back to my mother. “Mom, it’s just not possible for us anymore.” On the third day, I had just walked out of the residential area. The security guard came up with a troubled expression.

They had given existence freedom, but freedom had birthed a new threat—one they had never imagined. “And there is only one way to stop it,” Consequence continued. “You must choose to give up your freedom. To become the Guardians of Choice—bound to existence forever, ensuring that freedom is never lost to fear. But you will never be able to choose your own path again. You will have to watch from the doors, guide from the shadows, never able to live the life you chose for yourselves.” They had a choice. A choice between their own freedom and the freedom of all existence.

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

We're both fighting back. Different battles, same war. I love you, Maya. I love you too. Be safe. Be happy. Be free. Your turn to be free, Maya. In your own way. The message sits there, a benediction and a challenge. My turn to be free. Maybe freedom isn't running. Maybe it's standing your ground and changing the rules. Maybe it's marrying the enemy and turning him into an ally. Maybe it's taking a broken empire and building something new from the ashes.