Insanity at the Bus Stop by Mark Tulin
Insanity at the Bus Stop by Mark Tulin Angela held the clipboard with the attendance sheet. She helped me supervise the patients when we went off the unit on field trips. Every Tuesday morning,...
Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction
Santa Claus is Coming to Town by Dale Patrick Smrekar
Santa Claus is Coming to Town by Dale Patrick Smrekar “Before you decide to kill someone, make sure they deserve it.” I don’t know why Santa Claus whispered that to me, but he seemed...
Soda Springs Road by Ted Gross
Soda Springs Road by Ted Gross It was tougher to find neighborhood hardware stores, but there was one on Lombard, run by a Chinese family, that mixed in household goods and a couple aisles...
Deepfake by Joseph S. Klapach
Deepfake by Joseph S. Klapach I doubt you will believe me. Still, I have proof. You will find the files on my hard drive. And I will tell you exactly what happened. I have...
Comic Sans by Michael Smith
Comic Sans by Michael Smith “A sniper takes a pot-shot at a General visiting the front line and misses. ‘We know exactly where he is, sir,’ says one of the soldiers. ‘He’s been up...
Disco Man by Michael James Tapscott
Disco Man by Michael James Tapscott There were other lonely singers with cultural capital to steal from, outsider artists, 20-somethings who walked the earth with Where Water Comes Together With Other Water in their...
The Place by Zachary Dein Reisch
The Place by Zachary Dein Reisch There are only so many patterns a human face can have. Was that guy in the booth on the right, eating the dripping sandwich, the same guy I...
The Cost For These Repairs by James Wendelken
The Cost For These Repairs by James Wendelken Two weeks after she leaves, he sits, legs folded, in a blue plastic Adirondack chair on his front porch and directly behind a large holly. A...
Martian Helix by A. E. Engle
Martian Helix by A. E. Engle Hina never quite got used to the view from her lab on Sirius Station. Staring down at the red rock, she always expected to see blue oceans, and...
Firstborn by Paul Booth
Firstborn by Paul Booth Before the Splinter, all is silence. & & & For millions of years and the length of an atom’s spin the Firstborn swim the universe. The solar winds carry them...
