I would like to say sorry for not being able to thank everyone who got involved in this months CWC and for those of you that don't know I will be stepping down until further notice due to ill health.
But on the bright side our very own @jesi23 will be taken over the day to day running of the CWC thanks jesi (( I a man sure she will do a much better job than I have ))
Now to the winner of this months CWC well done @jjayleon what a great entry thank you so much.
This months theme is (((( FREEDOM ))))
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When I saw this month’s challenge, the first thing that came to my mind was Mel Gibson in Braveheart, playing William Wallace, screaming at the top of his lungs “Freeeeeeeeedom”. It was a truly heart-breaking movie seeing what the Scots had to go through for such a long time.
After a while, I remembered of what Thucydides has ‘written’ a while ago … The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage. Whenever I feel a bit sad, I just think about this and I do my best to change my mood to a better one.
In old times, we had slaves working the fields and many other chores that the rich did not want to mess with. Isn’t it ironic that while the rich were enjoying their “kingdom”, the slaves were losing their freedom? They were not free to do whatever they like, were they?
Unfortunately, nowadays I feel that most of us are modern slaves – to technology. It would be a happier world if we spend more time with our loved ones than faces stuck to mobile phones and “slaves” to the social media.
I lie on the cliff
Look up at the stars
Think of those traveling
In stuffy small cars
Let my feet dangle
Look down at the sand
Think of the people
Stuck further inland
Want to jump from the ledge
And Fly with the stars
Let gravity heal all of the scars
Then I'll Splash into the sea
Swim through waters so deep
Now I am free
It was worth taking the leap
I'd just graduated from University with Honours. I had a year of Freedom ahead to choose my direction in life and during the interim I had chosen to travel.
It was the last choice I was able to make.
Gap year. Everyone seems to trek across Africa or hitchhike across Europe. I wanted to see Great Britain. Start at Lands End and finish at John O’ Groats.
Leaving Mum and Dad waving me off, I walked out of the garden, closing the gate behind me, looking forward…
I didn't see the car that hit me. I heard my Parents screaming. I felt myself lifted. I was in and out of consciousness.
Somebody decided it would be best to put me in to an induced coma.
The driver had been drinking, sentenced to 2 years for Drink Driving. Out of prison with in 6 months. He has his freedom and I'm trapped in my paralysed body. My parents are trapped having to care for me 24/7.
The driver chose to drink then get behind the wheel and is now walking free.
I'm fighting the Courts for the Freedom of choice in how I want to die..
Please note that this is a work of fiction. x
Freedom to me is on the open road
wether on a bicycle motorcycle or a
car being able to go where you want
when you want to
Freedom to me is a walk in the country
side wether you walk threw the fields
or down the country lanes and walk
for miles often without seeing a single
person or hearing any vehicles that is
Freedom to me is sitting on a river bank
Or canal fishing lovely and piece full
just you the birds and the sound of the
Freedom to me is getting up in the morning
leaving your home and cares behind and
just doing what you want to do nothing
else matters just getting to be you for that
Freedom to me means just that the feeling
of being free no feeling like it well that's
my take on freedom
Freedom; now that’s a word that, over the years, has brought a rush of adrenaline coursing through my blood. Lifting my spirit but at the same time bringing real sadness to me. I have spent so many years in this grey, featureless, cell that I have forgotten what freedom really is. I had a life once, fearless and carefree but that all changed on that fateful day. A day I'll never forget and, although some memories of the event have faded over time, I will always remember my feelings as I stood over his prone body. Watching the rich, red, lifeblood ooze from the wound in his chest. Fascinated as it leaked across the front of his shirt and into his mass of blonde hair. I can still hear the crackle of air mixing with the blood in his lungs as he gasped for his last breath. I stood still as he clutched desperately at his body trying to stem the bleeding. I watched as the light in his disbelieving blue eyes began to fade. I listened as he mouthed soundless obscenities at me. I did nothing, but watch him die. I didn’t call for help or an ambulance as that would have transferred the responsibility of his last few minutes to professionals. I wanted to watch him die. The total culpability for extinguishing a life was mine alone and it wasn’t something I was prepared to share with others. I killed him and accepted the total blame for my actions.
I was amazed how easily a human life could be ended, with such little physical effort. A squeeze of the trigger, followed by the ear-splitting bark of the shotgun and, at the same time, the shoulder jolting recoil as the weapon ejected its load. Then the sound of metal burrowing into flesh. The noise of crushed and splintering bone and the bullet ricochet around his chest; all happening in seconds. Those seconds which ended one life and changed another forever.
As I sit on this dreary bunk and stare at the same walls I have done for so many years, I still have no regret for the act I carried out. I feel no remorse for the life I took, only sometimes, for the waste of my own. My loss of freedom has been worth it, knowing justice was served. Killing an innocent would be an unspeakable act but this man was far from that. Born innocent, as we all are, but corrupted via nurture. Some people do not deserve the life they have been given and to breathe the same air as decent humans. My act was an act of desperation, but his was an act of wanton greed. So not exactly an eye for an eye.
The court case was public, the ruling and sentence quick and, in some eyes, harsh. But I took it in my stride. I had committed a sin, broken the law and so I accepted my punishment with good grace. I was satisfied that the man I had killed would never walk away from his misdemeanours ever again. He would never talk his way out of sticky situations. Never be free to ruin the lives of others. I had rid the world of a thief and a liar who would never swindle another innocent woman out of their life savings. To some, I was a hero but to many, I was just a headline, soon to be forgotten.
Yesterday I was told that my parole board appeal had been accepted and that I will shortly be free to return to the real world. To re-stake my claim on life and have a future. After fifteen years incarceration, it won’t be easy. Restarting a life for an older woman will be hard but, a woman who has killed someone will be even more difficult. I can’t see too many men being interested but who cares. I will have that thing that all humans seek. The thought of it makes me smile.
Have you tasted freedom?
It spreads across the tongue
like a wildfire
with an ocean cool.
Have you smelt freedom?
A rush of air
boasting freshly cut grass
imitating vast forests in lands we can only
Have you heard freedom?
The whistle of the new season's new births
chimes in time with the wind-
a melody of
beating hearts and hopes.
Have you seen freedom?
Tears of salt water shed for sugary love
as strings are severed
and the weight of feathers
Have you felt freedom?
The dreams that promise what we
Of life and love.
Freedom is over-rated
It’s what we all think we need
But true freedom begets anarchy
When we are overcome with greed
Freedom is a right for all
It’s what we all deserve
But freedom is without demands
This I never do observe
True freedom must have guidelines
They keep us safe from harm
If we all did just as we please
Lives never would be calm