The Fish Story by June Wolfman
The Fish Story by June Wolfman The summer of 1987 was steamy hot in Queens, New York, where I rented a room while attending college. I volunteered that summer at a youth center, teaching...
Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction
Lost and Found—and Lost by David Margolin
Lost and Found—and Lost by David Margolin “Be back before you know it,” said Carolyn, followed by a see-you-soon wave to her husband Sam. She didn’t trust the outside mailboxes, so she always went...
In the Dark of the Night by Mickayla Jones
In the Dark of the Night by Mickayla Jones Grace sits cross legged in the empty space of her apartment floor, overwhelmed by the sight of countless cardboard boxes that she can barely recall...
A Dish Best Served Cold by William Quincy Belle
A Dish Best Served Cold by William Quincy Belle Lonnie kicked a cardboard container, cursing as he stared at the various pieces of garbage around the bins lining the alleyway. He bent down and...
The Seller by Damien J. Grant
The Seller by Damien J. Grant Glancing in the mirror, I watched the division between sea and sky melt away, as if one had swallowed the other. Clouds wisped playfully across the blue expanse. ...
My First Job by Julius Fish
My First Job by Julius Fish I arrived two hours early, stepping into what could only be described as heaven on earth. Behind the counter stood an old Arab man who gave a true,...
Decay by Titoxz
Decay by Titoxz In my earliest memories, everything is quiet. Not peaceful, but subdued, as if the world is holding its breath, waiting for some noise or catastrophe that never quite arrives. Even then,...
April by Bill Tope
April by Bill Tope “Help me, God,” he muttered under his breath as he wiped his clean-shaven face with large hands. Eddie knew he hadn’t lost his mind. Hadn’t the county shrink declared him...
Expiration Date by Marc Frazier
Expiration Date by Marc Frazier My ninety-year-old mother left the home and wandered into the Minotaur’s labyrinth. I heard her calling out my name as I sat on a stool in St. Anthony’s Hall...
The Old Brass Clock by Arthur Davis
The Old Brass Clock by Arthur Davis There is a tall stone wall miles long that dates back to the Civil War near our small Virginia home. I must have passed it a hundred...
The Check-In by Adam Taylor
The Check-In by Adam Taylor Sometimes people who receive gifts of extraordinary power do not use them for the benefit of all humanity. Most of the time, these people would be captured by the...
