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I'm the woman in the picture. I was born in a country where women don’t have an identity. I grew up with my parents and my sisters. I never feel myself under my parent’s house.
When I was 19 years old, my youngest sister died. A police officer killed her because she came out to protest for women’s freedom. The officer didn’t go to prison and investigators filed the case. I went outside to protest. I screamed and told how my sister died. At that moment, I felt freedom because a lot of people heard me and understood me.

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There I was when I saw a loot of people gather to celebrate a girl  birthday but my eyes did not saw that they saw a girl that has freedom that I have being traying to reach for a long time. My sould felt a sensation that I have never feelt it feelt warm and gentle I din’t know if it was a normal to have that kind of sensation the only thing that I did it was to grab the fence in front of me as I was traying to calm down and getting my thoughts together and find that freedom.

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!!you can be happy whenever you want!!

When I got home from school I ate quickly after finishing all my homework, I wanted to go play with my friend and I got a little sad because I didn't have any toys to play with so I decided to go play where there were some. pieces of old paper lying around. There and there I realized that sometimes when I start playing with these pieces of old paper I think that I can be happy no matter if I'm playing with expensive toys or I'm just playing with some pieces of paper. and I smile again. In conclusion, whether you have money or not, you have the freedom to be happy, because as they say, money cannot buy happiness.

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"PaPa!" Lean shouts, I watch from afar Lean rushes towards Papa trying to pick up the debris.“help me" Lean shouts towards me then runs next to Lean as we both attempt to lift the rocks from Papa" Kids go run," Papa says groaning; he sounds so weak; No papa we won't, I say leaning down on him sobbing as Lean still trys to hold it out desperately trying to help. After a moment I then hear nothing but silence and the feeling of despair starts to rise. “Lisa come on there is nothing we can do,”leon says crying.

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The Happy Birthday song echoes in my mind. My brother just turned seven, and he’d asked for a drive in his new toy car. Now I’m tied between two family members, riding in a cardboard ‘car’. Behind me, Alex yells about flying.

The clouds above me, that’s freedom. Not zooming around, tied to people. Actually, really, truly flying. Able to go wherever you want, to disperse at will.

But I’m not a cloud. I’m a person, and that sucks.

Eventually, Dad stops and walks over, brandishing three plane tickets. Alex squeals with joy. Dad turns to me with a questioning expression.

And then it hits me.

Guess I’ll fly after all.

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My second house burned down. I feel bad. School is a unique way to be successful. It's so important because I want to learn more and be successful. I went to school, and I just saw the rubble and burned papers on the ground. It's sad, but I can handle this and more.  Many days have passed, and I’m still thinking about what happened at school. I talked with other students, and some of them don’t think about it. Even so, the mayor will build a new school. I don’t know how much time will pass when the construction ends.

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I’m Naty. I have chores, but I don't like to do them. I  just want to relax, watch TV, and be a normal little girl.

One month later, it looks like a normal day but it was not, the convent was silent, cold, looked scared, I can smell something weird, smoke coming out of a room, an opportunity to escape.

I ran away… And that is all that I remember from that false convent, the smoke coming out of a room was attacked from the state.

I never knew about Mary.

An experience that I will never forget.

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I’m in prison without any way to escape. I see darkness in my life, no way to go out, and see the world. I feel that I don't deserve to be here. I want to go home to see my family, because here I’ve to do other things, and I’m obligated to. Every time I’ve to do my night routine. I hear people screaming, and talking, I feel that they are protesting saying let the kids be free who are in shelter. When I heard I was happy, I wanted that day to come, and go back with my family.

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We had been on the road for days, only stopping to eat or sleep. Many of us have been in the sun for long enough to look like bacon.

There are all types of vehicles, from ATVs to old cars and new trucks. Almost any type of car is here. Days would go by as people joined and left. People would see us as we passed through the occasional town, sadly those who joined left, they did have a job to keep and some had a family to provide for.  But that is how life is, enjoying life while you can.

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My parents apparently thought I was too much of a burden on their lives. Every day is the same "activities" if you could even call them that. We do our laundry and dishes by ourselves and the only thing we do outside is fight over a singular rubber ball in the yard. Escape isn't an option here, you're stuck. I know the nuns take all the laundry every Sunday at 1:30pm and the cart they roll around is large enough for me to fit in and eventually, I’ll escape. But for tonight, I brush my teeth in front of a dirty mirror, a nun’s eyes piercing into the back of my skull.

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I awoke in a room with flickering lights, no clocks nor windows. I didn’t know where I was or the time. A nun led me to the cafeteria. There was a girl across the table and I asked her name. “Jessica,” she said. Then she went silent. Next, we went back to our boring rooms and were told not to leave. I thought, where am I? Time passed and everyday was the same routine. Finally I had enough. After Jessica and I brushed we ran for the exit and knew we would never be free again. The world was destroyed.

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I stood there, in the dim lit tunnel at 2am, trying to fix the scanner machine. I opened the wire panel to see a rat chewing on the wire. Great. This rat, however, was a stubborn little rat that wouldn’t move. “Shoo, go! Get out!” I whispered in a harsh tone to the rat, getting angrier. It didn’t flinch. My frustration from the rat turned to sadness as I realized it wasn’t choosing to be here. This flea-ridden rat had to hide because all rats found in the tunnel were ordered to be killed. Poor rat had nowhere to go.

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“Mom! Can Nixon and I go to the dumpster after school?” She yelled “si claro mija” on my way out. School was finally over, and it was a 5 minute walk from the dumpster.  Everything there was a treasure to us. We saw this one piece of paper. It looked like a magazine. As he reads out loud I turn my head away for 5 seconds, look back and Boom! He's gone. Looking closely at the magazine, I see him in one of the squares. Frozen and smiling. I find other people with the same face. What is going on?

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I used to live in an adoption center with varieties of cats with different personalities and traits.The center never kept old cats because they “wouldn’t get adopted”.The final day for me and my rival Fredrick. I was on my best behavior so I would get adopted. Despite my efforts I didn’t get adopted. I got kicked out of the center.I traveled and found people and asked if I could join them and despite every doubt filling my mind they took me in as one of their own. That's the story of how I found my forever home.

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I awoke unknowing my whereabouts. I believe as I slept, I was kidnapped and confined in a basket. The drop was manageable. Then I saw my friends captured, Simba could jump whenever but Milo was stuck. I contemplated escaping but I couldn’t abandon my friends.

I should run now but the prison is comfortable. Oh dear, my captor arrived, restraining me with pets. I’ll act asleep. Closing my eyes, and letting human continue. The rest of me didn’t comprehend I was faking and began falling sleep. I still have 8 lives to spare and can’t complain about a comfortable coffin.

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After finishing the math test early, my sister seemed curious from a swooshing noise.

“Bathroom?” She said,

the teacher nodded.

“FFFFFFFFF!”

Fire bursted in, then we quickly ran outside, there, a ring of fire surrounded us.

“There is no way out.” I said.

“No, it is a maze.” Said my sister, holding a map.

“A green dragon dropped it, then a red dragon blew fire.”

At the end, there laid the slain red dragon, and empty gasoline containers.

“I made a map.” Said the green dragon.

“Why?” I said.

“I am done attacking.” it responded, before flying into the distance.

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Tonight I will escape this wretched place. Tyral, a city with cement buildings. Like a prison if anything. If you enter, you get a ticket. Your only way to leave. I lost mine. Now I must escape. My only chance is tonight. The Great Gray Wall is my only obstacle. I enter the town square. A protest is happening. A great distraction. I run to the wall, my group ready with dynamite and an ATV. They plant the bomb. A lot of smoke.Then a hole appears. We jump on the ATV and drive off, leaving the dark city behind.

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Have you ever felt scared of waking up every day? Being locked up slaving away my lifetime in nuclear radiation? I have been captured to work in Kashiwazaki-Kariwa. I want freedom. It’s hard for me to live a life under constant exposure to rashes, burning, and blisters. At night, they make us check. They’ll throw us out if we have any symptoms since we have extra weight. Now I want to try to escape so I can try to live a peaceful life. How? Well, they never know what I’m thinking, so I will take advantage of that and escape.

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“Really! But we went to 7-Eleven yesterday.”
“Whatever, stop being such a wimp.”
I never liked the 7-Eleven. Mold grew on the ceiling.
She dragged me away from the counter, one hand clasped around her slushie, and the other around my wrist.
“Let’s go explore the scrapyard!”
I never liked the scrapyard. I never liked any place that needed to be entered through a hole in a wire fence.
“Hey! look at these papers I found."
The paper’s burnt edge sliced through my skin. I cried. Not because of the blood, but because I couldn’t express my anger in words.

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The sun was bright as I took a walk down memory lane. So far the yard sale had been successful and I had watched as the items of my childhood were stripped from me. “Adelaide!” My mother shouted. I looked up into the eyes of a young woman. “How much for those rollerblades?” She asked. I looked down at them, the sight sending me back to my childhood, a time when I felt unconfined.  “Adelaide! Focus!” My mother screeched. She told the woman, “Twenty pounds.” The woman paid, and I watched the last remnants of my childhood get taken away.

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I’m so close to freedom. Today’s my quinceañera, I’m in a hot pink car with my hot pink dress, that's huge because of the crinoline. We're off to the venue, my family’s cheering, and waving me goodbye. While driving, all that’s in my mind is freedom. The only reason I’m not completely free to go out is my parents. I'm only fifteen, but I should be able to go out once in a while. My family didn’t invite my friends, or so I thought. When I got to my venue everyone was there. I was one step closer to freedom.

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IDEA I CAME UP WITH WAS NOT FITTING FOR A 100 WORD STORY heres 2 versions of the same moment :J

Mum’s hand struck my face. “My own daughter…How could you let Satan influence you like this?” My cheek stung again. Naomi reached to intervene. Mum shoved her away. She pulled out a knife from somewhere. It didn’t matter. She shrieked as Naomi fell onto the parking lot. She said something about freeing me from the devil's grasp.  Naomi’s gauzy pink dress stained with red, her beautiful face lifeless. I felt a pain in my abdomen. “We’ll all go to Heaven now, darling.” I looked down. Blood. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the knife enter Mum’s stomach.

Alternate version

Naomi’s hand is warm. Limp, red, and wet. Was it my blood? Hers? Her pink dress is soaked. It was so lovely, when we danced. It’s sad that I’m gonna die on prom night, with the girl of my dreams. Maybe it’s a good thing, since this is probably the happiest I’m going to be.  When I saw Naomi on that parade float, she looked like a rosy angel, glowing with a natural halo. I turned to see Mum grinning. “We can all go to Heaven now, darling.” Naomi, Mum and I bled onto the parking lot, outside the gymnasium.

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We were promised everything. Utopia like you’ve never seen, our mistakes erased. What was our world is gone. It’s just the endless flats we drive upon now, white and unchanging. Nobody knew how long it would take, it didn’t matter. My skin has burned, healed, and burned again. Yet, we seem to have traveled no farther. There’s no real horizon, the sky seems to consume us all. Though the end will be reached, It has to be. All I’m sure of now is the dry smell of salt, and decay. The clock must be broken, it reads the year 2140.

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“We deserve freedom!” I thought I heard the woman say through all the noise.

When she started speaking, waves of people flooded in behind me. They started to push forwards, trying to hear over the clamor of the crowds. In the very front, people were pressed up against the podium. I couldn’t move forward a single step. I was trapped against a wall of people, with another group shoving at my back. Screams erupted from all around me. There was no way out, I realized, as breathing became too hard and my vision started to dim. There is no freedom.

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I was always told to be quiet. Be humble, and work for men. I had to conform to society's idea of being a "woman." I never had the freedom to do what boys around me did: learn, play, and do things that boys did, but I couldn't because I was expected to be a "woman." When I dared to refuse this role, I faced physical abuse.

"That's it. I'm done being silent."

I spotted a stage nearby, climbed onto a white car, and started shouting. I ranted about the unfairness of life, the unjust conditions, and my confinement. I received strange looks, and some men spat in disgust. Women judged me, wondering who had raised such a rebellious child. But I said what I wanted to say. I refused to be confined any longer. Many women joined me. They chanted my name, recorded my speech, and expressed their own pain. It was an empowering feeling.

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I looked down on the packed street below, seeing crowds of people cheering. These people are parading around in their car celebrating their general store. The general store once helped the community. However, the low prices bankrupted other stores. When there were no more stores left, the prices rose. With so many people losing their minimum wage jobs and prices being at an all-time high, we celebrate the general store for investing in this community. It was that moment I knew I had to open up my store, and keep the money in my community and not some shareholder’s pockets.

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I love to drive the flats. The wind, rushing through my hair, ATV swerving. To me, it felt like freedom. I loved the peace of having nowhere to go and nothing to stop for. My kids' nanny called in sick today though so I was forced to bring them to the one place where I can get peace. Hooking our cars together was a pain and having two kids breathing down my neck becoming more and more impatient didn't help. Before we could even start driving Ryan was complaining and all I could wish for was to do this alone.

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Leaves fluttered to the ground, and wind brushed across my whiskers. Eyes narrowed and tail puffed up. Human Arthur stared back. I could see it in his wrinkles. Longing. Envy. Wishes to hear young laughter, the sweet innocence of naivety. He sought what I worked for. Letting out a furious hiss, I stood my ground overtop my mewling kits. Fool. He would never have them. The scent of ancient rot and the endless trap of changing seasons had him in its grasp. Smugness settled my body, Young Human Benjiman wheeled away with me in tow. Eternal slumber beckoned Arthur.

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Ellie and I continue to brush our teeth, under her supervision. She always tells us, “Jenny, Ellie, you can do what you want, as long as it is in accordance with His will.” She lets us go outside. She tells us stories of Him and His realm. But even when we are off doing our own thing, She never leaves us alone. She is always watching. I have to leave, have to escape, but Ellie hasn't realized. I won’t be able to convince her. She has her under His thumb. I have to find freedom. But, She is always watching.

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I have already given many speeches in small towns and large cities. Today I’m giving a speech to a small town. Before leaving, my friend told me, “Only 43 people.”

I was startled when I arrived. There are over 2000 people. I felt trapped giving the speech. Some people obviously hated the speech.

“Are you trying to bore us to death?” someone nearby asked sarcastically. I could feel the passive aggressiveness emanating from him.

“No, I’m trying to empower you,” I said.

I started noticing how many people were cheering. Over two-thirds were. Knowing this made me feel free again.

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I thought I was in school again, my brain slowed along with the clock. The end of the work day neared, five o’clock sharp and I’m free from this dull, monotonous cubicle. The bright Utah Sun greeted me first when I left. Sharon was waiting for me in our rusty, blue convertible. We smiled at each other knowing what was to come next. The second I got in that car we took off to the flats. “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere" by Jimmy Buffett was playing from our old radio as we took off into the plain of shining white crystal.

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We were ready for the escape. Alexis and I watched for routes while our “caretaker,” Mary, led us back to the bedroom. This was going to be hard. All of the ways out of the compound were either filled or heavily guarded.

That night, Alexis snuck out to make sure the halls were clear. I was busy making the beds look like we were sleeping.

We scurried down the stone tunnel lit only by dim candles. Alexis froze, nearly making me run into her.

“Alice…” Alexis hissed at me, when I looked, Mary was there, baring our way to freedom.

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We don’t like Sister Augustine. I hate our routine meals, prayers, and bedtimes. I hate how Augustine watches us, like we might disappear. Even as we readied ourselves for bed, Augustine's light shines on us. I wonder -- will Augustine ever leave us alone? As I grabbed a washcloth, a loud BOOM shook the walls. We don't flinch. Augustine always flinches. Despite the boom's frequency, she never adjusts. As the noise grew, Augustine quickly ushered us into the safe room. I wonder if Augustine will ever let us sleep by ourselves? Augustine says she wonders if the war will ever end.

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The sunshine was warm on my face. For ages, I had been trapped. Stuck in the old lady’s house with her angry old man and the ever-growing collection of things she brought home.  Sometimes, I swear I could feel the walls closing in, the rooms getting smaller. The minute I was allowed out of the house, I promised myself I would escape. I took one look at the old man, and bolted from the little boy’s tricycle. Dodging sticks and foot traffic, I took gulps of fresh air. In that moment, I promised myself I would never be imprisoned again.

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As the sun sets, there is endless darkness. Liv heading to the bathroom with the nun. I follow her, as we walk the building begins to tremble. I wish to be back in my own bathroom.  I'm trapped in a never ending cycle.  My father risking his life to fight doesn't help. It feels like it's just me against everything else. Just a constant cycle for the past three months. I rush to finish brushing my teeth. The way back a nun stops us in tears “Sorry honey but your father has just passed”. I'm never going to be free.

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From kittenhood, I couldn’t hear. Neither could the boy. The boy always brings me on wagon rides so I can see the world. One day the boy stopped the bike, leaping off for the ice cream truck ahead. I follow him across the street but notice a dropped cone on the concrete. Neither the boy nor I hear the object. I suddenly fly, as it barrels into me. My breathing shallows. My heart stops. I feel the boy's tears on my cheek and his loving embrace as I leave the world. I’m finally free from a world of complete silence.

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We have been driving down the flats for months. A thin rope is constantly vibrating behind me as it drags my younger brothers in their small cars. My stomach empty, and throat dried; if only I had saved a little water for myself, however, it went to my brothers. We are so close to freedom, just a little farther. After crawling through sewers, climbing fences, and running from police, all that's left is a slow drive. I look around, watching others in the group driving to freedom until a strange black truck catches my eye.

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“Hurry up!” Arlene hollered. I scrambled to clean up my towels. Next to me, little Anna was behind. I silently reached over to grab some of her towels.

“What do you think you’re doing!” Arlene yelled, getting in my face. “She has to clean up her own mess or face the consequences.” I took my hand away.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, still working. Anna, silent as always, smiled sadly. She knew she wasn’t going to make it.

“Time’s up!” Arlene declared, smiling. My space was immaculate, the black counters gleaming in the dim light, while Anna still had towels around.

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Ignoring all caution, I slammed the gas pedal, savoring the sheer kick of my first drive, a cherished dream fulfilled sixty years later. But my euphoria was brief for the sirens blared behind me, revealing my theft. "Tristian, stop the vehicle!" pleaded the police over their loudspeaker, their desperation observable. Undisturbed, I kept going, confident in my ability despite my blindness. "You're going to hurt someone!" they declared, their voices getting more annoying. Then, in an unfortunate turn of events, an unseen obstacle loomed ahead, shattering my feeling of invincibility. In an instant, my world of blindness collided with dark, painful reality.

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Mom shouts as I run to the commotion. A lady in a pink cloud floats above the crowd. People wave and smile. Where is she going? Why can't I leave? I don't want to be stuck in this poor, old town. I want to explore like the lady. Why can't I be free?

Freedom seems impossible. But the lady has it. She's free in her cloud. Maybe I can find my own cloud and sail away. Maybe this lady symbolizes hope not despair.

"I want my own cloud," I say when mom finds me. She smiles through her tired eyes.

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I was thrown into a van. The doors slammed. When the doors opened again, three more children were thrown in with me. The next time the doors opened, we were led into a room filled with what looked like metal detectors. The man directed me into a machine. He placed my hand on a cold metal panel. The machine flashed red. The man nodded as if he saw what he expected. He brought me to a room, unfurnished except for a chair. I was told to sit and he left. Suddenly my vision began to darken and everything turned black.

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Left Behind

It was smoggy out when I heard the news.

“The wildfires have been spreading. Evacuate to the salt.”

I jumped up to tell my parents as Biscuit followed, wagging his tail. They sprung out of bed to get packed. The drive was long, almost 30 minutes. When we arrived, we saw many other people there. Our neighbors waved to us frantically as we drove onto the dried-up flats. We drove out farther, we couldn't see anything but salt. I looked back at land to see the faint smoke cloud. I've never felt more scared. I looked around, where is Biscuit?

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So many people, yet I feel so alone. My mother's grin unsettles me. "I found a suitor, Prince Jabari," she announces.

Alone with my thoughts, realizing I've already found love – Prince Kwame, whom I met at an event. My parents' worries restricted my life, but not my heart.

An invitation to a ball excites me. I approach Kwame at the ball and overhear him say, "I'll get you the money once the princess trusts me," Kwame says. A lump forms in my throat and I leave the palace, my world shattered. I feel heartbroken.

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I swoop onto tall grass, it reaches past my wings. I look, seeing people walking by, I wonder what it is like to be them. In complete control of what happens in life, not looking, worrying, about predators. Being on top of the world. That’s freedom. If only I could be human, not a bird. That is all I wish.

I stare from the old bench, to the field. I notice a bird in the grass, enjoying itself. It has no rules, no responsibilities. It takes flight and escapes. I wish to fly away from problems and responsibilities. That’s freedom.

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The sound of copper, clattering, against the plate wakes me. I don’t have to look around. I know he won’t let me leave. I stand in my seat, watching as the leash tightens around my neck. All I want is to journey back home, but I know that that is just a dream. So here I am. People stand around watching, some getting close enough to pat me on my head. I pull my head back, noticing the leash slip over my head. The boy picks up the plate. He counts the little circles people keep dropping. And I run.

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This was it, all I needed to do was beat Marvin in an arm wrestling match and I'd become the new champion. I remembered all of the times that I woke up at five in the morning to go to train my arm strength. All for this one moment. I had already beat all the others. All those times being criticized for being a noodle arms. It would all end. I walked up to the stage, there he was, waiting for me. Hands on the table and the next few words that  the Referee says mouth are all a blur.

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Red light. I adjust my grip on the steering wheel. My hands cramp, my legs sore, and my eyes tire. There are many days left in my journey. I hate this stupid job.

A motorcyclist glides to a stop next to me. “Glad I got a chance to get out here!” He say.

“Why?”

“The wind in your hair, blaring songs, losing yourself on the road! Nothin' better.”

I looked at him skeptically.

He chuckles, “If it's not your thing, why do it?”

The light turns green. He speeds away. I continue on, but my mind lingers. “Why do it?”

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“Faster!” Jack shouted as the engine roared. The cart’s wheels rattled, spraying salt behind me. Wind whipping through my hair I looked back to see Jack beaming.

“Hold on tight!”  I shout, gripping the rope.

Now 5 years later, I’m slumped in an armchair wondering, what went wrong?  I sink deeper into the soft folds, reminiscing about the times when the blissful ignorance of childhood cradled me. Times when I didn't know how to file taxes or had to worry about how much this week's groceries cost. Times when I could enjoy my life, the times when I was free.

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I drove atop the flats, contemplating my actions. My wife next to me, reluctantly rode alongside me, ignoring the beautiful view, only caring for the children. I didn’t mind, I just kept my eyes on the path, taking in the blue above me, just like my car. Our failing marriage is hard to take in, hindering my motivation and overall passion for what I do. My children don’t even know about it and that’s just fine, though it does get in the way of our familial relationship. Maybe they like their mother more than me, It’s really tough to divorce.

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I peeked through the window that was barred to my apartment wall. People cheered as the car drove past knowing they were forced to. People watched shamelessly knowing their life savings were stolen for the Dictator's daughter, Anita. Anita waved to the crowd thinking she was appraised without a clue to why the people were cheering. My apartment door was dead bolted from the outside and placed under watch after holding gatherings for a society of Anti-Aleksandr members, the current dictator ruling Russia since the overthrow of Putin's reign. His promised greatness became a lie when the KGB was re-established.

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I was camping in my car on the salt flats, having a good time. Suddenly, I heard a very loud noise coming from far in the distance. It was LOUD, I thought it was a train or something. There were people riding their cars around playing music. I was just trying to get a good night's sleep, after my girlfriend broke up with me.  It ruined my whole day, the next day it happened again. I wanted to leave, but was too sad. It made me mad. Apparently you are not able to have the freedom to sleep in peace.

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The clanking of the old car engine sputtered as I drove by another building of no resources. The Sand people must have taken it. An elderly man told me there was a place of abundant resources that was not looted. I was running low. A sharp feeling of sand hitting my eyes as my car moved forward. Halting, as a group of Sand people stopped in front of me. Tossing me out and stealing my car. I was lost. I walked forever, and there was nothing. I fell to my knees, saddened.  When I felt a latch. I found it.

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Every day was a monotonous mess of manual labor beneath slate gray, smog covered skies working for monopolistic Neofuels. That is, until she appeared. Most had long since ceased fighting for the planet, but not her. From the first day we saw her, she preached messages of hope to anyone who would listen.

“There’s still time!” She exclaimed, “With everyone’s help, we can save the environment.” Over time, people started believing her, but I knew something was off. From the moment I set eyes on her, I recognized her as the face behind it all, Anja Mercia, founder of Neofuels.

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I slammed the door behind me. A cloud of dust arose, and the clank of the metal door sounded as I locked it tight. I heard shrieks of anger behind it. My pursuer had failed to catch me. For months on end, I had been stuck in that awful room with her. I gasped for breath, and the air had never tasted sweeter. I had nearly forgotten what sunlight felt like. “I did it! I can’t believe I finally did it!’  I thought, as I sat on the filthy, stained stairs across from the door. I escaped that wretched nun.

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I’m Hugh, and I’m the arm wrestling champion. People always ask me for my inspiration for why I do it. The inspiration is my wife. She left me because I didn't love her. I married her for her money after she left me, I got nothing. I got angry so I started beating people in the street with a bat, but I kept on getting arrested. After that, I found my calling, and it was arm wrestling because I could fight and put my anger into the sport and I am finally free of my horrid wife and I win.

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I'm not happy. It's mostly because of my selfish wife who won’t give me attention, and the 2 kids that came with her. My only escape being the salt flats and my atv. No speed limit, no regulations, just going forward until you can’t think straight. This year, though, my kids are old enough to where they don’t need to be monitored by their mother, and she makes me take care of them. Now the salt flats have a speed limit, regulations and 2 annoying kids who I never wanted, and it could all be solved with a rope cutter.

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The civilians look at me, curious. They want to pet me, of course. The nice cool breeze brushes my fur like a comb. The trees sway, and the flowers dance. I'm outside and alive, enjoying the beams of light pouring onto me from the sun. My owner picks me up, and brings me over to the bench with an old lady and old man on it. They pet me, but it's uncomfortable. I squirm, and they resist, bringing me back. I bite the man and sprint away. I run to a tree and sit down. I am a free cat.

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My name is Nasrallah, Ironic meaning freedom while us Sudani’s long for it. My country has been fighting for statuses and bringing in many innocent people into this battle. Finally gaining courage to gather my people to fight and chant for what we all really want, Freedom. All can be heard as “‘‏حرية سلام وعدالة والثورة خيار الشعب'' bouncing from car to car as people record to spread the message across The Nile River.  As the people record we gain the help of others to help us in finally having freedom from the people who have corrupted our country's system.

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I can see – just barely –, through the crowd’s legs, dust kicked up from the wheels of the car. Cicadas buzz, the sun shines painfully in my eyes. The car is almost down the street now. I push through the crowd – all the way to the front. Now I can see. Her dress splays over the car, layers of sequined pink ruffles. It glitters like a million tiny suns. I am pushed aside, and I fall into the crowd. They rush to fill the street, after the car disappears, to catch another glimpse of the dress that glitters like the sun.

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Isn't this supposed to be a free country? It sure doesn't feel like it to me, my wife is constantly nagging me, and making me go places with her. We were driving around the salt flats. Throughout the car ride she wouldn't stop barking about her friends. I just wish I could go somewhere without her, it's like I'm just a puppet for her to control with strings. What if I don't want to do everything she wants, I'm a human not a toy. Isn't freedom supposed to be a right not a privilege, but I guess it just isn't.

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Oh being a childrens pet, I, Timoth, a 4 year old persian cat living in New York City. Every weekday,  the indoor cat, traveled across New York City to  Primary school. Trapped, trailing along the red bicycle, around the park, crossing the busy mainstreet. The crossing assistant, in bright yellow, blared their metal tool. Now, don’t get me wrong, I was a good cat, but not that good. This was my time, I bound out of the small seat scurrying over to a nearby shrub. 4 years of containment pushed into the past.  My life of newfound freedom began now.

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I awoke to a call from a little town. A definite downside to this job was poor sleep. I got in the vehicle as fast as I could, only half awake. The road there had seen better days; the ambulance got stuck more than once in the mud, and we had to get out and push it. Within half an hour, we arrived, and were directed to a patch of rubble, with a couple steel frames standing. We were ready to treat for burns, but we were unable to find anything- anyone there had already joined the ash or left.

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As life goes on, so do we. I’m not able to keep on going though. It's like a car stuck on the stand while the others are racing. My whole life i've always been behind. My biggest problem though is i can't get over things, sure i'm able to forgive but never forget. I observe & think about things until my head hurts physically & mentally. It hurts not being able to keep on going, driving with the other cars around the beach, being free of this headache. I’ve realized I don't owe anyone anything though. I am free from that burden.

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I'm so tired of Jessica's constant whining. Maybe taking the kids for a ride will make her stop. There’s a festival nearby, they’ll have fun and leave me alone. I grab their motorbikes and attach them to mine, then head out with them.

Andrew kept making car noises until all of a sudden he stopped. I turned. He was gone. Cato and I looked for him until we found him talking to a nice couple. Apparently, his bike had gotten detached and the couple saw.

Now whenever Jessica starts to complain, I’ll take them out and spend time with them.

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Sandy wind whipped my eyes gazing across the blank horizon as my crew drove in vehicles no one knew the names of towards the twin peaks in the distance. As this expanses’ only sight we had no other purpose, no other memory, this was all we knew.

1000 years later

Engine rumbling, sand crunching.

10000 years later

I could barely think. I didn’t understand at first, the two mountains, towering like the pillars of the universe. Below spread a sea of green. No one could believe it. We all cheered as we pushed forward. We were free from this prison.

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My dad went out and left me home alone. I've been noticing some weird stuff, so I leave the castle and look. What am I looking for? I really don't know, but something tells me I need to look for something. I get on a boat, but then I realize I'm going to the wrong place. I end up in a small village. As I arrive, I see people pointing at me and whispering. I'm confused. "Is that her?" I hear. This happened 2 weeks ago, before I found my real family and the home I had been stolen from.

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I heard a sound. Don’t look back. Bathroom, wash up, bed. That’s everything. Noises again, footsteps. Who’s there? In the bathroom. Waiting. I look around. Nothing.
“Hurry up girls, it’s past curfew!” There it was. My reflection. It wasn’t me.
“Done? Let’s get to bed!”
“Hold on!” They are my responsibility. I must protect them from…  it. I must alert the others.
“All done!” I rushed out holding the girl's hands, the footsteps behind echoing.
“Why are we rushing?”
“Slow down!” We can’t. Forgive me. Finally they’re in bed.
Warn. Others…
Entering the girls room, it smelled like rotting meat.

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I wake up, cold. My friend David is already awake. Exiting our apartment we head to the rustic annual arm wrestling event booth. Some have rumored freedom, and others wealth. Knowing what is at stake, we stay focused. We arrive at the short queue of those brave enough to attempt this trial and wait. Sitting face to face with a being of unimaginable strength, its face seemed to be blurred by an invisible force, I put my hand in position and David covers it. We push and push and… We won! Our prize, a one way ticket out of Romania.

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It’s my brother’s birthday, and I want to do something for him. He shouldn’t think his birthday is just like any other day. The way our parents think.

I take him to the disposal area.  He asks what we’re doing, and I say something fun. He looks at me like he’s trying to remember what it means. Fun. I take his hand and start running. I don't stop until my eyes land on something interesting. Burnt paper with some drawings on it. A story about two friends, they’re fighting, but it’s funny. As I read, my brother smiles and giggles.

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It was a beautiful day, the sky was bright blue, the sun was shining, but I was on edge. Our move was difficult, but mandatory. I couldn’t live without Samuel, and being together in the south was irrational. We knew we had to go somewhere where we could be together, so we ended up in New York City. Somewhere so grand, that we were insignificant. No one would bat an eye at our relationship, or so we thought. When we went places together eyes would be all over us. Nonetheless we were together, Lukas, Samuel and I. Nothing mattered more.

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I’m in a room with four people. One speaks up.
“We should do an arm wrestling tournament,” Conner says. Someone chuckles. “Do you have any better ideas?” We all look around. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea, I think.
“So it’s settled,” he reasons. We agree.
It evolves into a king-of-the-hill style tournament. We set up in the park. Men holding basketballs walk up.
“Move your table, we’re trying to play here,” one says.
“It’s not your choice,” Conner retorts. We settle with an arm-wrestling match. Being strongest, I go, joining the baller. Another joins him. I won’t lose…

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"Sir, we can't let them ride in sleds. It's not safe," said the guy at the desk. I'm at the annual Salt Flat Car Show, where the main event is a parade. Years ago, my dad pulled me behind his old Pontiac in the parade, and I want to have the same experience. I Have an idea and go towards the kid's tent and find what I'm looking for kid's cars. I approach the booth and say, "I need to borrow these, please!" Surprisingly, he looks at me and says, "sure". Grabbing the cars, I quickly hook them up. To my delight, my kids got the biggest cheers.

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I am locked inside a house by my father and I am not allowed to see Joey .  I see Joey  walk through the yard “ I have come to save you.” I jump out the window and run into a store. He tells me to put on this pink dress. My father walks in, Joey walks over to him. “ Thank you Joey, You are getting married to another man.”  I felt sad that Joey betrayed me in a gloomy store. I see a pink car and jump in it. “Drive the car.” People clap as I ride into the orange sunset.

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The plane rocked violently on the smoldering runway. We were in Hawaii, paradise turned dystopia, to provide relief to families. Seeing huge lines of soot-covered people waiting to get out, I wondered, “What are we doing here?” After my parents had left to help the families in need, I walked to the wreckage of a building. Among the carnage, one book stood out. It contained drawings made by Leonardo Da Vinci. Immediately, I gave it to the Da Vinci Museum and shocked the curator. He thanked me and offered me my dream job in return, an archaeologist for the library.

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“YEAHHHH!!!!!” I can hear the victory screams in the distance. I stroll and arrive at my destination, where the same person who made the noise awaits me. I sit down, putting my arm forward, the golden rays of the sun blinding my eye from afar. Suddenly, the table shatters as soon as it starts, and I am launched across the crowd, continuing to stare at my contestant. He looked different, instead with a rose colored cape and a yellow S on his sky blue tight suit.

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The world has ended. We’ve been driving forever, homeless. The hot air sits around me,  my brother Tom, and my dad, who’s driven us so far. We’re attached to his ATV in kid cars. Why we left home I don’t know. Tom says it’s because people destroyed our town, and we’re getting far away. I want to go home to Mom, but Dad says she’s gone. It seems he’s running from something, he drives all day. He’s quiet now, quieter than he was, and looks sadder. If I could have anything, I’d want wings to fly away from this road.

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Everyone had left. Church was over, and excited to leave, Claire and I walked towards the exit, only to find the door wouldn’t budge. I looked outside and saw layers of soft, powdery snow covering the ground. “We're trapped”, Claire said. Their freedom to leave was stolen by thick snow blocking the entrance. We would have to stay here tonight. Sister Anne helped us get through the night. We slept on the chapel floor. The floor was cold and hard, like a turtle's shell. When we awoke, Claire bolted for the door, hoping to escape. “We are free!” Claire shouted.