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...
Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction
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,...
The Last Account of the Argentville Witches by M Rob Stewart
The Last Account of the Argentville Witches by M Rob Stewart In the long road of reality, many lives have come and gone. The struggle against the encroaching flow of time is as...
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...
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...
