Jamison’s hands were poised over the keyboard. He licked his lips in anticipation. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for. He would tell them what he thought of them. Call them out on every misdeed. They were all bastards.

Well, maybe not all of them, but enough. Enough to make it hard for people like him. Everywhere he worked these fuckers would invariably show up.

He d...

The air smells like fire and rain. Smoke clings to the streets, winding through the ruins like a ghost searching for a body. I step carefully over the broken stones, my boots sinking into the mud, my breath shallow as I listen. Always listening.

The city is dying.

The war is still here, thick in the air, pressing against my skin. But the worst of it has moved on. The enemy is retreating. Or mayb...

(dark fiction)

Oh, how I long for freedom—to simply do what I wish and ignore what I choose. Freedom surrounds me, yet I can’t find it anywhere, constantly having my decisions made for me, causing this dark life to lose its last spark of hope. No matter what I did, it seemed futile, and my day-to-day life was just a day like all the others.

Right now, I was walking down the street, one step afte...

Freedom. It’s a magical thing, being free from the thoughts in your head slowly suffocating you below the surface of what’s real.freedom is like being a bird flying away from your flock not being afraid of the future or it’s possibilities like a calming sensation of knowing you are safe....

Get out the way

Ima do it myself

I work for my pay

I save for my wealth

I hang with my squad

I answer only to God...

What is freedom? I’m not sure I know the true meaning of freedom. I pick up each foot and march forward. I used to know freedom, we were quite acquainted. Freedom was gone now, stolen, missing, kidnapped, killed. The funny thing is the same ones that birthed freedom, killed it too. I looked all around me. i’m surrounded by folks that match me down to the expression. We all knew freedom once. We al...

Like a bird from a cage,

I fly to join the clouds,

Escaping the grounds of rage,

Without a single soul stopping me.

Like a slumber used to flee,

I float alone in space,

Calmness overwhelming me,

Urging me to forever rest my spirits.

Like one broken from chains,

I rub my wrists with relief,

Practically unable to complain,

Estatic to feel the sunshine again.

Like a gift unbound from the wraps,

My...

She stood at the edge of the silent dawn.

Where shadows clung, but light was drawn.

Chains unseen had bound her tight.

Yet on her eyes, there burned a fight.

She liberates her doves, with restless wings.

The soft echoes of forgotten things.

And with them flew her silent cries.

Her dreams reborn in endless skies.

She was released from her cage, her mind calm and clear.

No longer ruled by doubt or f...

Freedom.

Something some have,

Something not all have.

Freedom can be love,

Freedom can be pain,

Freedom can be friends family or even being lain.

The word means a lot.

To some more.

But to me:

Freedom is safety,

Freedom is touch

Freedom is free to speak your mind,

And having others hear you for you.

And not being undermined but kind.

Freedom can be love.

Freedom can be pain.

Freedom can come f...

It started with small things they took away. And nobody realised what it would lead to. They talked it down. Provided ‚good reasons‘. Deflected any criticism. When we protested, we were to blame because we did care about those little things instead of urgent topics.

And they got more gutsy every day and soon nothing was like before. When we used to dance on the fields late summer - we now no more....