Freedom?

Freedom is a Push and a Shove Away
There is a certain amount of freedom in every single person’s life. There is that moment where you pick and you choose. You leave your vices or get consumed by them. The freedom to formulate your own opinions be it said aloud or repeated silently in his or her mind. You can live in a dictatorship and still be as free as the man who can vote. Because you are human. You were born into the idea that every single person can think. No matter what a person does to suppress them you can be left with a single thought, a single notion that you are free.
Some say death is the ultimate freedom, that once it’s sweet release kisses your lips you may do anything. But these people are cowards. They do not want to reach into the depths of their mind to see that freedom, that life is hidden deep within.

Thought you’d enjoy that. It’s a tad lengthy and repetitive but I could care less. It is how I feel though, so all you ghost viewers back off! I’m interesting.
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The First of Many

Hello? Wow. There's an echo in here. I guess it might have to do with the fact that I'm alone. Hmm. So this is my first post. Apparently I started on in sixth grade, thinking people wanted to read my writing. (uncomfortable laugh) I suppose no one will read this, but it is more of a challenge for me to complete one post a day, (maybe one post a week heh).

What will be on this? Everything. From random ramblings of school, writing, drawing, my alcohol issues (just kidding!).

So… an excerpt of something.

He smiled as the cigarette hung from his mouth. He readjusted the rifle and zoned in on the man.

"When are you planning on shooting him?" she said from the sill. He didn't move.

"When I feel like it. It's windy." The ash fell in front of him.

"Get this over with so we can finish the other jobs."

He smiled, "I like to play with them first." He let out a shot right at the man's feet. He scrambled and as he was running away he shot him in the back, straight through the head.

"Was that really necessary?" she sighed as the men from twenty stories down ran to catch them.

He got up, packing his rifle quickly. "I do whatever the hell I want." He said, standing on the sill. The door got kicked in then, the men charging. Lyn grunted with annoyance as she fought them off.

"Adios." The gunman said, jumping out the window.

So… a picture.