Freespirit Stories

Serkan Bolat's life was shattered in an instant. One rainy night, a terrible car accident stole from him everything he loved his wife, Eda, and their two children, Kiraz and Alp. Serkan alone survived, broken in body and soul, left with nothing but the unbearable silence of absence. He believed his story had ended with the flames that consumed his family. Yet fate had other plans. Far away in Spain, in a world untouched by Serkan's grief, a young woman named Laura Ibiza Yazgı Montenegro had been living a life of light and joy. Born into the wealthy and respected Montenegro family, Laura knew only happiness, her laughter echoing in the grand halls of her childhood home. She had never left her homeland, her spirit tied to Spain. But Laura carries something mysterious an uncanny resemblance to Eda. Her face, her warmth, her energy mirror Serkan's late wife so perfectly that it feels as though destiny has woven two threads of the same soul. She is not Eda, yet her existence feels like a rebirth shaped by fate. In the ashes of Serkan's loss and the brilliance of Laura's untouched life, destiny begins to stir. Two paths one scarred by tragedy, the other radiant with hope are set on a collision course. A story of grief, rebirth, and the strange power of fate is about to unfold, as though a phoenix has risen from the ashes of Serkan's despair.

She walked into his world by accident. He won't let her leave it. Vivienne never stays. Xavier never loses control. What starts as a single night turns into something dangerous-because the closer she gets, the clearer it becomes: He's not a man you walk away from.

Carmyn Mizari was six when he dodged the system-walked right out of the police station. They never found him. Navigating the streets was tough, nothing he wasn't used too. Before the incident, that took his mum's life, Carmyn and his mother had spent his entire life jumping from shelters and sleeping on sidewalks. Until a nice enough guy let them stay the night. The streets were a little different without his mother. The nice guys always asked him to do weird things. He didn't know where to get the warm needles his mother always carried. Carmyn would never have survived without Creed Vitori. The heir to a long line of crime bosses. His personal gaurdian angel. "TW⚠️ drug abuse, language, S*xual Assault, mental health, su*cide⚠️)

When Lucy Falkwell loses control of her house bus on a lonely alpine road in New Zealand, she finds herself in the midst of opera-singer Alessandro Magno's latest music video. She mistakenly believes she's stumbled upon a horrific crime scene. Lucy, a free-spirited eco-warrior, is ignorant of the world lying between the pages of those tabloid magazines. She doesn't recognize Alessandro, nor has she seen his smoldering publicity shots advertising the fact he's in town. Instead, she deduces that he's the main detective working the case. As the two fall into a strange friendship built upon a mistaken identity (all while attempting to rebuild other parts of their lives), the chemistry between them becomes obvious. But how do you learn to trust someone you never really knew in the first place? *** I like to class this kind of 'genre' as BohoLit. You will understand what I mean when you read it ;)

It is said that the greatest smile holds the most pain, and the brightest eyes the darkest secret. It's said that the softest hearts are made in the hottest fires and that from the heaviest battles walk the kindest souls. It is said that the wildest hearts give the greatest wisdom.

this is a collection of poems and stories that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍

An adventurous short story in poetic form ~ {On Hold} * I do not own the picture © 2016 All Rights Reserved

Let your heart run free

I'm a mermaid and the heiress to the throne I don't want. I'm a prisoner of my life as I want to live free to make my own choices.

Poetry

Dancing muse
With the blues
In all sorts
Of fantastical hues. Moon born cancer
Mighty find dancer
In all the eyes
Who seek to romance her. Beautiful soul 
A heart of gold
But In the end 
It was their minds she stole. 
-Monica P. Ross ❤️

**It wasn't planned. Any of it. The lies. The secrets. The sex. Him. It was all wrong. I knew it was the moment I seem him but he sparked something in me. An interest that I had never had before. To explore myself. Him. Life. He made me feel alive, dangerous. Curious even I guess you could say. Nothing will ever be the same now that he's come into my life.** Hayden Good has always been the perfect poster child as far as school in concerned. She puts others before herself and doesn't think twice about it. Hayden is a junior in collage living outside of campus with her roommate Taylor who's the opposite of Hayden. By chance Hayden happens to meet Kyle Miller aka bad boy. The two of them connect instantly and become friends with benefits. Kyle is making Hayden feel different, confident, powerful. He's making her feel free to be herself. Only they get lost along the way in their relationship. Which is full of secrets and lies.

თავისუფალი სული თავისუფალი სული თავისუფალი სული თავისუფალი სული თავისუფალი სული თავისუფალი სული თავისუფალი სული თავისუფალი სული

I'm never afraid of taking risks. I don't mind the consequences... Until the universe decided to grace me with the presence of Jax Colton Reed.

Open Minded

for the wind and its soul, soft breaths caress cheeks of adventurous spirits searching for a place to be wild and free. - > • - > • - > A collection of poems for the humans who can't be categorized as anything other than free.

If Life was graded like highschool, Chelsea Anderson would most probably get an F-. Her anxious yet free and adventurous spirit yearns more than anything to get out into the world and fly away. These dreams are more than satisfied when she meets a strange man claiming to be able to Time Travel and calls himself The Doctor.. Walking along the city streets one minute and whisked away into Time and Space the next, Chelsea is over-flowing with questions and excitement. Back into the Past and far into the Future, the Doctor shows her the world, space and time. "How the Physics is it bigger on the inside?!" 📚 Feedback is fully accepted :)) 📚 ❗️ n.b.: I do NOT own any of these characters (e.g. The Doctor) except for Chelsea ~❗️

Child come far and wide to find their places in life's cruel ways Slow updates Photo from Pinterest by Laharl 971

Nicholas Nart: Everything a girl desires, smart, handsome, easygoing, eye candy and a charmer. All he desires is one smile from the love of his life. But something in his life changed him into a ruthless, cold, mysterious and dark man. All he wants now is revenge. Elle Queen: Typical college girl with a beautiful smile. She has everything she wants, a loving family, adorable boyfriend and bright future. All it takes to ruin is one mistake. What has the fate decided? What will happen if Elle and Nike meet after 6 years? What if they have the same attraction? All rights reserved @daydreamer_sid