Novel excerpts: Freedom 10 Articles

by Miss Bones

Wandering Boots A place can have a hold on a man. It gets its claws into his back, and holds on until they pierce through into his heart, until they are so deep they are a part of him. Your heart changes its rhythm to b...read more

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by Patricia Dexheimer

NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH CHAPTER 1 January 20, 2009. At 10:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning, a light snow began to fall as the inaugural parade marched down Pennsylvania Avenue towards the capital. Thousands of people lined...read more

by Paul Young

Chapter 4 Sam awoke with a start ,loud choppers seemed to be right on top of his house .He looked at the clock ,it was three a.m. ,he couldn't believe that they were doing army drill at this time of night or morning rathe...read more

by K. Rose

I checked over my shoulder to make sure that the soldier wasn't watching me as I undressed by the edge of the river for a bath. He was not. I was extremely lucky, for I was under the supervision of either the only polite...read more

by Alexandria Hanson

Holly drove down the naked highway with the top down on her midnight blue convertible Mustang. The "Shaker 2000" CD system blasted out Stevie Ray Vaughn "The sky is crying". She quickly sunk into the soulful music feelin...read more

by Fiona Rooth

I'm bored again. Sitting at this desk for 8 hours a day with my colleague rabbiting on about how fed up she is; all that negativity, is giving me a pain in the neck. Looking out the window, I realise what a lovely pl...read more

by AMERICAN MAN

~=Go-D-SINNERS=~ Freedom in a land of liberty protocols is based upon many higher powers and none of them are God. God is a Roman Ideology created by the Roman priests and the judicial system that has always empowered ...read more

by Joe Tedesco

"Okay Jared, I promise no more interviews unless you say so, after Graves Jared, just do this last one." "I'm sorry Peter, but I'm not sorry. I'm not going to do it, not this time. I have to draw a line some wear and I'm ...read more

by Ivor W. Hartmann

...A dozen languages sweep along the winds that rattle my window, even in this old cold winter, dry dead, night, it's never truly quiet here. Gutter sedentary drunken whispers through mean encrusted blankets, curses and in...read more

by Sue Black

Resubmit Discoveries She could hardly bear the weight of the still air as she walked barefoot over the parched unyielding soil. The ceiling of cloud was suffocatingly low and the intense silence penetrated the very cor...read more