The Silver Girl by Bill Tope
The Silver Girl by Bill Tope 1 It was Halloween night, 1969, when Franklin first saw the Silver Girl. He was out with his only friend, Paul, plodding through the chilly, foggy streets of...
Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction
Tramps by Bill Tope
Tramps by Bill Tope Prologue The old man sat alone on a green-painted bench which sat beside the tracks, some 100 yards from the train depot. He shifted the heavy metal shape inside his...
The Black Rats Of Sark by Marlin Bressi
The Black Rats Of Sark by Marlin Bressi On the famine-drenched isle of Sark, the necks of the islanders swell with goiter while they starve, presenting the incongruous appearance of bloated gluttony and crippling...
Secret By R. C. Capasso
Secret By R. C. Capasso It wasn’t even a secret, really. Just a mistake. The neighbor Peg thought she’d seen Sandra leaving at 2:00, waving back toward the house and driving down the street....
The Night Shift by Callum Matthews
The Night Shift by Callum Matthews Sarah had worked the hospital’s graveyard shift for three years, but she’d never seen anything like Mr. Harrison in Room 412. Something had been wrong from the moment...
Flamenco by Mehreen Ahmed
Flamenco by Mehreen Ahmed In the realm of the Djinn, warmth emanated from apples. Apples were big fireballs that grew on smoky trees whose size, shape, or color never changed. Djinns, who looked like...
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...
