Freeing Stories

"I had more freedom as a hostage than I ever did at home." Gwenyth Cardona has grown up in a rich family her whole life. Her mother dictates how to talk, how to walk, how to breathe air; and she certainly loves to abuse that control. Gwen has spent her days in her lonesome, thinking about life, wondering what all the fuss is about. When will the excitement begin? The answer: On a night when Gwen is doing what she does best; being alone. Except she's in a dark, dirty alley, with no cellphone or chaperon to keep her safe. Everything she's ever known suddenly changes when she's tackled to the ground, beaten, gagged, blindfolded... all at gunpoint... and taken to the middle of nowhere to live in a house full of hostages run by an illegal organization. Here, she rewrites all of the rules to her life and discovers the darkest of this organization's secrets. This place is much more than dark rooms and torture chambers. The strangest things happen in this house. Gwen learns to be exactly what she's always been on the inside; a badass. But at some point, she becomes a babe; the center of attention. This is thrilling! What girl doesn't want guys fighting over her? Especially the guys that control when she gets to leave. Everything seems to be looking up, but her life may end shortly after it begins if she can't convince Clyde, the head of the organization, that she's more useful to him alive than dead. A story by Kendra~

just a little something

Welcome to my diary of lyrical poesy! It is a treasure trove of all my original poetic couplets, phrases and writings. Come and enjoy reading!

Even though it hurts, here I am. A collection of words to work through it all.

Trying to escape the terrors of the 1800's obligations for a young lady. Wanting to be free from the prison, her family calls home, Mary Grace Wilson tries something daring..... ⚠️ Some photos are used from google, the cover is mine but other photos are pulled from Google.⚠️ Critical feed back is always appreciated.

Clea is an Ishim; manlike beings with angelic attributes that assure the balance and protect mankind against evil. And her job gets a whole lot more complicated when she crossed path with Levi, a strange creature, who seems to do everything he can in order to piss her off.

About life and death and what's a gift vs a punishment.

Well I'm not very good with descriptions but if you read my book be prepared to soon find new emotions you never knew you had. I'm just going to do a little introduction of the most main characters Kniki and Jase Jase grew up with a murderer Aka his dad witch abuses him and used him. he runs away blah blah blah, Kniki has nice parents that don't care about her an are never home for somtimes months and so on. lol sorry I know you probably hate me cause of how stupid my introduction is but I swear u will love this book give me a chance.

Uh life clothes in pleasing.

Just some random poems to describe my feelings or to describe others' feelings. -Cover was EDITED by me-

The escape

a book- of things i feel and can say but instead i type them.

Collection of poems I've written

These are notes I have collected and written to myself at times I needed a lift or to vent so I hope something I write can help other people either understand what I have to deal with or feel like they aren't alone when it comes to mental health problems

Katherine is so passionately in love with Jonathan that she refuses to see the anger he hides behind his eyes. Yet one night that all changes when she realizes she can't escape his anger anymore, and she has to make a decision. This short story allows you to see abuse from the victims point of view.

"I'm not crazy! I swear! I told you I was framed! Why won't you believe me?!" The two men in white clothing grab him by his arms, pushing him on the ground. His screams could be heard from a block away, neighbors coming out of their homes to see what was happening. His mom stands by the door in her bright yellow dress, tears streaming down her face, a small smile starting to form. He always thought she was the one who deserves to go to the asylum..he never thought he would be the one too. "It's for your own good," she said,"you belong there." She would repeat that to him to try and make him feel better, of course that didn't work. The men 'shh'ed the boy and cuffed his hands behind his back, dragging him to the car. His mom waves..he cries. More and more people gather around, a police officer trying to dissolve the crowd. No one leaves. No one could believe that a boy like him could get in trouble. That the neighborhood goody-two-shoes, could do such a thing. The men shove him in the car and start driving. No one said a word...all you could see was his faint outline. But he was only focused on one person in the crowd. ---------- Now I am not any "asylum" enthusiast nor I've never been in one and I know I will get some things wrong. But if you've been in one and know everything about it go right ahead and tell me how I'm wrong. This is a warning. I probably will fix it I probably won't. Enjoy -✨