Freeus Stories

Le introduction to the team, a family, who you can trust, lean on and support through kind messages. We wish to spread kindness into Wattpad and help the negative spread come to a halt. Be you, be brave, be shy, be who you wish to be as long as you're truthful to yourself and everybody who you meet in the process. We can grow, create, and build to become our true identities.

"...They had ignored the human race" Goran is seventeen and he lives in a world where, he can not understand his feelings. He must discover the secrets that his world hides. Emotion hadn't been discovered just as yet and that made things complicated. When a long lost friend Destine finds him, they share a bond that is a little difficult to break. Together they try to understand each other and learn and reveal more than they could have ever imagined.

One final push, and I went soaring in the sky. Butterflies churned in my stomach and soon adrenaline took over. A gust of wind brushed across my face and blurred my vision. The crimson ball of Fire flamboyantly hung in the sky, emitting rays that glistened upon the murky waters below. I zigzagged tall trees and gracefully zoomed past the venomous beetles. A smile was plastered on my face while I acknowledeged the "oohs and aahs" from my friends, neighbours and other aunty uncles. Passion was flowing in my veins, a volcano erupted inside me and my heart was on fire. I was aware of my every breath, I was alive. One twirl and I had the audience seduced. It was surprising, the kind of power I held over all these birds. I was the center of attention, the greatest flier in history. I flew to the remote den of the jungle, serenity always lured me to dangerous places. The soft, velvety carpet of sand crumbled, as I waddled towards the vast ocean. Water lapped at me like a thousand mermaids. The horizon was tickled with pink and its mood started to change to a placid blue. I broke free from my reverie, as the surrounding silence was broken by the crackling of twings. A blue mockingbird emerged from behind the bushes, her blue eyes lit up as she smiled. She leapt in my wings, I felt electrocuted by her touch, she rested her head on my shoulder. She sang for me, she always did. Her sweet, angelic voice echoed and I listened intently. She was gifted, but society silenced her. It wasnt respectable for a young girl to associate in such vulgarity. I believed otherwise. Sienna lured me in her trap, I was woed by her singing. Her every touch sent shivers down my spine, it melted my heart. I lived for these rare moments, and to see how her face tensed when she sung, or how she wrinkled her nose everything I kissed her. I craved the touch of her lips against mine, smooth and gentle. She was the one for me and I was proud to be her all-time greatest fan.