Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction

Afraid To Ask by Danyl A. Doyle

Afraid To Ask by Danyl A. Doyle As a freshman in high school, I was thankful for Echo since she had a hard time talking like me. She stuttered so badly that no one...

The Wicker House by Plamen Vasilev

The Wicker House by Plamen Vasilev The crash was terrible. Two cars and a tanker truck had crashed into each other. The truck was on fire and there were two bodies sprawled on the...

Titan Territory by Tom Kropp

Titan Territory by Tom Kropp  Scot Lancer heard the foot falls of giants. Under the three moons in the clear night sky, he could see for hundreds of yards in any direction on the...

It’s a Mood by Russ Bickerstaff

It’s a Mood by Russ Bickerstaff There is something lurking in the corner of his mind. He doesn’t know what it is. Maybe he’s not relieved until we aware that it’s there. But it’s...

A Place To Call Home by Alora Freeman

A Place To Call Home by Alora Freeman I used to live in the emerald-streaked highlands, in a town yet to be modernized. My family found refuge in the wild serenity. At last, we...

Retread by Bill Tope

Retread by Bill Tope Charlotte Becker lay on her sofa, calmly watching one after another of the endless array of Sunday morning political discussion shows. She was smoking a cigarette. She was also drinking...

Take Three by Rory Kilalea

Take Three by Rory Kilalea Take One Pushing through the throng of suit jackets, the smell of sweat haunted by stale aftershave. The bar was crowded. A typical Dubai drinking hole for advertising and...

‘Twas The Blight Before Christmas

Me and my accomplices in fiction thank you all for making this year bigger and better than last year. These two consecutive years offer a grand sizeable bunch of genre fiction stories we have...

Wish Upon a Cloud by Neille Williams

Wish Upon a Cloud by Neille Williams Presently, data management supervisor for Nova Enterprises, Demeter Brewster, had over two thousand client portfolios under his control. It was a relatively new position and he was...

Windows by H. E. Ross

Windows by H. E. Ross I ARRIVAL  Ahead was a breakwater. Stone, rock and the occasional name of a cemetery resident made way for a housing project thought up in some other town. It...

The Rotting Tree by Mark Sumioka

The Rotting Tree by Mark Sumioka The town of Jollyville named me “Superstar” Toby Kenmore as an act of mockery. I was the promising catcher who blew a full scholarship to the University of...