Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction
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The Latest in Modern Communication Technology by James Rumpel Jace Larado peeked around the corner, convinced that his heavy breathing could be heard anywhere within a twenty-mile radius. Seeing that the coast was clear,...
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Dominion by D Bedell They have tasted power and grown ravenous. One It was not a clean, well-lighted place. The myth of an inviting oasis had long since floundered in the Dominion Quarters. Flickering...
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If Only by June Wolfman Terrance loped along, noticing a million details on and around the train station platform, until he reached the cluster of would-be riders at the east end. Gifted with the...
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Disclaimer:This work is a piece of fiction and reflects the ideas, viewpoints, and creative decisions of the author alone. The publisher does not endorse, adopt, or assume responsibility or liability for any themes, depictions,...
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Publisher’s Note and Disclaimer:This work is a piece of historical fiction and reflects the perspectives, language, and creative interpretations of the author alone. It portrays historical attitudes, events, and cultural viewpoints that may differ...
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Surfing The Afterworld By Paul Hilding The line was long, but moving steadily, like an airport security maze on a busy day. The four of them had just arrived, and George was surprised to...
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Publisher’s Note and Disclaimer:This work of fiction reflects the views, interpretations, and creative choices of the author alone. Any depictions of historical figures, cultures, religions, or events are presented for narrative purposes and do...
Plutonian Shore By Nick Young The maelstrom had abated. Outside, yes; but within his tortured soul there was no respite; it raged on. Another night of torment enveloped him as he slumped at his...
Heart Hunter by Julia VanderPlaats William slowed Ares to a trot, entering the sleeping town as leaves scattered across the road like rats running into hiding. He glanced around, making sure he was unseen....
EDITOR’S NOTE: You can read part one and part two of this series at FreedomFiction.com by following the below links. Alien Wolves by Tom Kropp (part one) – click hereAlien Wolves part 2 by...
Hiding in Plain Sight by David Margolin A shrill repetitive chirping sound–impossible to ignore—shattered the quiet in Chris and Isabella’s second-story bedroom. It was 3 a.m. on the dot. In the transition zone between...
Trapped in an Elevator with an Enemy by Godfrey Green The elevator doors slowly closed. I was alone, except for one other person, I was vaguely aware of, over to the side and slightly in back...
The Rat Who Cried Wolf by Jon Wesick “My next guest served as a mob soldier for the Arancini crime family. I’m Sarah June Donatello.” The talk show host adjusted eyeglasses that had lenses...
Manchurian Gambit by R. K. Olson On September 18, 1931, Japanese troops staged an explosion near the South Manchurian Railway outside Mukden (now Shenyang), China and blamed Chinese forces. This “false flag” operation, called...
Churlish Acquaintance by Blanche Sunrise “What a pleasant surprise to see you. How long has it been? Gosh… A decade?” I said. The questions followed a long, convivial hug. An unexpected and charming splendour...
The Freedom Road by Frederick Foote My Aunt Ala said to me as I sat with her, “Boy Child, working will not set you free from forced labor and economic coercion. The harder your...
The Comic Who Stopped Joking Around by Eric Green Patty Logan’s five golden rules of life seemed simple: 1. Expect Nothing. You’ll never be disappointed.2. Forget what I just said. (Expect something. You might...
The Only One She Can Rely On by Huina Zheng Father says a divorced woman will be pointed at, talked about, and bring shame not only on herself but on the entire family. Outsiders...
Silkworms by Huina Zheng She first remembered the sunlight streaming through the blinds, not the room itself. That beam, where dust danced with quiet grace, belonged to her. Someone was calling a name. For...
Black Gold by Huina Zheng The river stones glistened, each pressed with a few leeches, dark and blurred like ink spots. In the deeper water, more of them wait, unseen, too many to look...
First Contact by J.D. Strunk When the blast door slid open, it was all I could do to keep from gasping. I don’t know what I’d been expecting, exactly, but it was not this:...
Yes, he’s meant to be the bad guy