No Freedom After Speech 2 :Day 329 - 5 Minutes freewrite.

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Then, I had a runny nose, never dry of mucus, mum always carried me on her back though I see myself too old for that. I was too young to understand something she thought, though the childish brain I carry could interprete how things are going on around me.

The community settled that night as it is, the leader of our street lies a butchered meat on the floor, no one dares goes close to him, he was left there till the next morning, the government came and took him away. We later knew that that was there strategy to break us, am never sure if there plan worked either.

Days after days we long for a saviour, the military came and abuse us with words, breaking our ego and power to fight with words, telling us if anything dares happened to us, no one, I repeat no one cares and will cares. We now know we are alone.

We heard that right and kept to ourselves, as if that wasn't enough, the rival gang came, and it was abuse at its peak, since our armour is down, oh my, they molested us enough, so much as to wake up with news of young ladies dangling by the rope. Aftermath of rape.

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You always paint such strong pictures...

OK ma'am, I'll change, this is a new week so I promise to have it funny 😁😂😀😂😂😁😀

You are fine!!! But seeing your funny writing will be fun :)

Dark and disturbing - your freewrite is packed with action, people, tension, conflict, and an endearing glimpse of a mother's love, carrying her child "piggyback" when he's "too old" for that, just to keep him safe.

This is a launching point for a novella or novel: the military comes, not as a savior, but full of verbal abuse, breaking our ego and power to fight with words, telling us if anything dares happened to us, no one, I repeat no one cares and will cares. We now know we are alone. Wow! And as if that wasn't enough, the rival gang came, and it was abuse at its peak, since our armour is down, oh my, they molested us enough, so much as to wake up with news of young ladies dangling by the rope. Aftermath of rape. Just.... oh, wow.... I really hope you never experienced any of this firsthand. If you feel like expanding on this story, you might try submitting it to the "spreadsheets" (the queue) at @isleofwrite.

Waoh, you're the one I've been waiting for. Am coming over there to continue this.