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

Baptized By Fire by Mark Manifesto

Baptized By Fire by Mark Manifesto Green-stained glass, rustic chandeliers, and stained hardwood. Lacquered, beer-soaked and great for holding a steady burn. Beautiful. Even if it wasn’t the Irish flags that hung anymore and...

Just Add Water by Laura Shell

Just Add Water by Laura Shell Chloe Marshall had a growth on the back of her neck. She noticed it as she brushed her long, black hair after a shower. The size of a...

What Comes in the Night by Paulina Torres

What Comes in the Night by Paulina Torres When I was younger, they used to tell me these old folk tales that would scare me into going to bed. They’d say la Llorona will...

First Date by Carver Welsh

First Date by Carver Welsh Portland was typically a dreary, rainy place. Today was no different; The rain gently hummed against the roofs, bits of the sun peeking out from between the clouds. A...

Brain Raid by David Margolin

Brain Raid by David Margolin Chapter 1: Loud Enough to Wake the Nearly Dead The brain-raid alarm started softly and dimly, but quickly crescendoed into a sensory bombardment that was ear-splittingly loud, and blindingly...

Parking Lot on the Edge of Freedom by Jon Wesick

Parking Lot on the Edge of Freedom by Jon Wesick “To ease traffic in the capital, government employees will work staggered shifts starting immediately,” President Santos said over the radio. “Employees of the Ministry...

Waterproofing by Abe Margel

Waterproofing by Abe Margel Whenever my cousin Eric was mentioned the adjective sleazebag always came to mind. It was obvious he was successful. He drove a black BMW, had a cottage in Muskoka and,...

Cannonball! by Lisa Lahey

Cannonball! by Lisa Lahey “The thing is, if they don’t want people using the swimming pool in their store, then why have one?” Mrs. Lowman insisted to the police at the Codfish Sporting Goods...

Ugly Confessions by Jake Pursey

Ugly Confessions by Jake Pursey I don’t remember the exact moment when I realised I was ugly. It was just a feeling that the image reflected back to me didn’t reflect what I thought...