Stories tagged “freedom”
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No Greater Cause
“You can’t just go riding off to a war which you will most certainly loose.” The female warrior looked her father in the eye. “Will you provide an army to aid us?” she asked, turning and walking slowly toward the balcony&#...
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The Warning
She laid her hands On me That last time I was sick Tired I drew the line I don’t know what Went through her head She laughed the way She usually did But this time I was serious Just because I’m Different than her Doesn’t mean she has ...
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Ask About The Rain
I was lucky that day in the rain. So don’t ask me if I know who I am. Don’t say I need to know what I want to become. Ask me about the rain. Ask me about the water splattering on my face, because on that day I found something. Freedom. Free...
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Without Walls
It was in the thirteenth year of my travels that I came to Oulipo. From afar, one cannot imagine it is a city for there are no structures to define it. The steppes on which Oulipo is settled are so vast the Earth falls away at the extremes of vision, c...
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Magnum Opus
As the aftershocks rattled the air, I looked at Wendy. The fire danced around her, pointed tongues licking her, but not consuming her. I was reminded of that day I saved her from her own home. I had dragged her out of the flames and neither us had been...
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Preparation
Okay, here we go. Whoa, I’m scared. What the hell am I scared of? This is what I want, right? Anyway, it’s just practice yet. Checking flow. OK. Reclining position. The steps over again: forced exhale, pull down, quick inhale. Seems to go j...
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The Orphanage 1 (edited ficlet)
The room they were in was very dark, with the only light coming from one small candle at night, and a little window in the day. These children residing in this small, filthy, empty room were orphans, controlled by him. He was the owner of the orphanag...
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Interlocking Definitions
“I’ll remove all…” The words kept echoing in Violet’s head, her new head. She tried to chase them away rather than dwell on implications and possibilities. All day, Rae moped around the garage, fiddling with this or that w...
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School's Out, Duck's Dead
She wanted life. She wanted to run through it, run her fingers through it, dive into it and swim forever in it. She never wanted to sit in a classroom again. She never wanted to stare at the saliva in the corner of a teacher’s mouth. She never wanted...
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School's Out, Duck's Dead
She wanted life. She wanted to run through it, run her fingers through it, dive into it and swim forever in it. She never wanted to sit in a classroom again. She never wanted to stare at the saliva in the corner of a teacher’s mouth. She never wanted...
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Things Taken
“Will the youth ever find their future?" Father asked no one in particular. It was a code. He was talking about me again. I was in the next room, getting ready to go out. There would be girls at the march, and I wanted to look and smell as nice ...
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Unholy Love
Our love is as foul as the water that flows beneath our feet. Our love is no more then a problem in our town. “How could a white girl marry a black slave.” my mother expressed. My father is out in the fields, in the dire times of war, not knowing h...
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I have a dream, still.
There is a misconception that the issue of race and the separation of the haves and have nots is not there. That is wrong. Daily my children are called spics, and lazy and told to go back to their country. This was their country long before my ancestor...
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Perfect Happiness
Opening her eyes, she saw all the colors of the sky, “We’re just in time for the sunset!” He smiled, “You wanna watch it from the truck?” “I have a better idea,” she beamed & took his hand “C’mo...
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Free at Last
The sudden rush of fresh air filled Scott’s nostrils. The small tiny hairs of his nasal cavity had not touched fresh air in over 3 years, at least free air. Scott Wilde walked down the fenced walkway to the main gate of what will be his former home. ...
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Death, Destruction, and Nice Driving
What followed was a blur of dimly lit gore. Jess drove like a mad woman, swerving and accelerating. Bollocks, it was magnificent, aside from the being in peril for our lives part. I fired off at least half the clip, but there’s no telling if I hi...
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Freedoom and Illusion
“Everybody wants the illusion of Freedom,” The dark skinned magistrate crooned as he eyed the prisoner with suspicion. “but nobody wants the responsibility.” Sitting back in his high-backed chair he folded his hands sagely across his chest, a s...
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Free From Life and Sin
“You got my money, boy?” Hands outstretched, Paul turned to face the question, no answer but a faint smile. He regarded the bloated bear of a man and felt nothing. More rightly, he felt the great upwelling of anger and resentment for the pa...
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Notice of Eviction
In the more liberal areas of the United States, socialist tendencies have strengthened. Laws have been altered to protect the individual and society over the interests of business. In these parts of the US, the good parts, humanity and civility are the...
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Finally
Usher’s “There Goes My Baby” played in the background as they drove through the streets of Brooklyn. “I’m surprised you came.” Sammy whispered. “Me too. I looked crazy arguing with myself about you when I drove...
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Pardoned
The crisp, cool breeze ruffled his hair. He could smell the rich, earthy reek of manure from the nearby farms; it was so much cleaner than the cycle of urine, feces and industrial cleaning solution that had marked the passing of his hours. The gates sl...
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I Need to Run
Waiting in her office, I pressed my hands in my forehead. The principal walked in the room, with a phone in her hand. “James, Jamal, this is the 8th fight you’ve been in the two years you’ve been here and I’m getting tired of th...
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Paradoxes: Visitations of the Lowly
A world of squalor paraded before young Talus’ eyes, blinking in and out of existence behind the wooden bars of his cage. Nobles floated along, oblivious, uncaring, or both. Merchants zipped this way and that, urgently striving and conniving. Pea...
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Chopper Babe On the Run
Marisa squeezed her thighs around the chassis, opened the throttle, and felt the thunder of 2000cc’s of power course through her petite frame. The chrome on her Harley flashed daggers of light as she passed mile upon mile of sandy highways, parch...
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Dance As a Valid Form of Self Expression
The base rolled through his ribs. The rhythm tickled his spine. The screaming guitar cut down inhibition and sent his feet careening across the oak floor. The song had no lyrics, but he sang his own song. “I’m dancin, I’m dancin. Whoo...