Dick Phucks By Cody Walzel
Dick Phucks By Cody Walzel On weekdays I stare into the fluorescent lights at work and soak my shirt with rage sweat. I burn with an irrational hatred for my new employee. It’s not...
Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction
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Dopamine by H. Talichi
Dopamine by H. Talichi To most people, this room of mirrors and screens would be perfect. But I, who was until recently very much a member of that caste, find it newly repulsive. I...
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Freedom Trail by James A. Tweedie
Freedom Trail by James A. Tweedie Historical Note: For three years, from 1858-1861, the Butterfield Trail served as the southern route for stage and mail service to California. The route ran southwest from St....
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Taken by Margaret Karmazin
Taken by Margaret Karmazin It’s hard to figure out how old I am. There were the sixteen Earth years of my childhood, then the shorter length years on Valahar, followed by even shorter ones...
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The Garnering by Dylan T. Bosworth
The Garnering by Dylan T. Bosworth Just after dawn, the clock chimed for six in the morning, and my knees and back were already screaming. My livelihood was on the line, though, so an...
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Farther Outfield by Bretton Cadigan
Farther Outfield by Bretton Cadigan The team decided to go to the grave as a bonding trip. Well, Otto decided it. He’s the team captain after all. A few of them had never seen...
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Byard’s Leap by Steven James Foreman
Byard’s Leap by Steven James Foreman Since its creation, in the year 1801, the company of Sowerby’s and Sons has been one of the leading auctioneering houses in London. In 1891, when my tale...
Arcadium by Noam Rabinovitch
Arcadium by Noam Rabinovitch The afternoon sun dipped lazily in the west, its dazzling rays playing peek-a-boo through the tall treetops; at times bright and at others diffused, all according to the gentle April...
Bag Lunch by James C. Clar
Editor’s Note: Read the previous adventures of the two Hawaii Police Detectives by clicking the link:“Pillow Talk”,“Beggars Would Ride” and“The Way The Cookie Crumbles” * Bag Lunch by James C. Clar “Tell us again...
First Prize by James C. Clar
First Prize by James C. Clar It had been three years, 1,095 days exactly. Stan remembered it like it was yesterday. The young hospice nurse looked on with sympathy and more than a little...
World Without End by Shelley K. Davenport
World Without End by Shelley K. Davenport Two days ago Kieran disappeared. Around mid-afternoon he went up into the forest to cut firewood. Although we have to go farther and farther afield these days...
King Arnold by Doug Hawley
King Arnold by Doug Hawley Our local Harbortown newspaper ran a strange item last week “I have two bowls stuck together. I’ve tried to pry them apart for a week. Next Tuesday at noon,...
First Kiss by Barry Garelick
First Kiss by Barry Garelick The night Anne became ill, she and Mark had talked as they often did at the end of the day. The sun was setting, casting long shadows and a...
Illusions of Pride by Rory Thomassen
Illusions of Pride by Rory Thomassen The UCS Acheron had one too many ghosts on board. As the captain, as a loyal man, Karrin blamed himself. After all, the ship was under his care...
The Wharfs by Evan O’Connor
The Wharfs by Evan O’Connor Rebecca stirred on her classroom’s sofa, unable to sleep deeply in the heat. Its old, saggy cushions sunk under her weight, trapping her in a sweaty embrace. The school...
12 Addled Men by Jon Wesick
12 Addled Men by Jon Wesick “Gentlemen of the jury.” The judge pointed to the defendant, a dark-haired man wearing round glasses. “Erwin Schrodinger is accused of constructing a fiendish device by which he...
Suppertime by Mark Manifesto
Suppertime by Mark Manifesto If names bring the unspoken to life, the doctor had given Arthur arthritis. No matter how often he sealed the walls, dust always found a way in to blanket the...
