Rooftop Reflection by D. C. Golightly
Rooftop Reflection by D. C. Golightly Here’s the thing I don’t understand: what’s the point of being a criminal in this city? Maybe I need to explain that better. As the former sidekick to...
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FFJ Editor answers about Superhero Fiction
FFJ Editor answers about Superhero Fiction Interview with Nick Fouriezos, a reporter with Ozy.com Nick: I was hoping to interview a Freedom Fiction editor or other staffer for some context about flash fiction stories,...
Bait by T. Mike McCurley
Bait by T. Mike McCurley www.tmikemccurley.com My jacket was smoking. That last shot had come a little too close for comfort. I ducked to the left and rolled across the street, coming up with...
Solitude fortresses by Eric A. Howald
Solitude fortresses by Eric A. Howald Tony sloshes remnants of a vodka sour around the ice in his glass. It creates just enough clatter, draws the attention of the bartender. The redhead. The one...
The Living Planet by Gord Cummings
The Living Planet by Gord Cummings “What are you hearing?” “The planet itself. It’s telling me… It doesn’t want to live.” Everyone stopped what they were doing. Cygnus looked down at Apex Leaf with...
The Czar’s Egg by W.H. Lock
The Czar’s Egg by W.H. Lock She was blonde and her name was Barbara Moore. In an earlier life she’d been a vigilante hero named Songbird. She worked with a partner called Dark Falcon...
Dead Masks by Jesse Pollard
Dead Masks by Jesse Pollard Her name is Emily Graveland. If you’re a hero or a villain in Chevron City, she’s probably your dry cleaner. She’s a tall, ghostly pale woman, wearing black leather...
The Superhero Next Door by Daniel Slaten
The Superhero Next Door by Daniel Slaten I wasn’t expecting to find out that my next door neighbor was a superhero – a super model maybe, but not a superhero. New York is a...
Patricia Saves the Beauty Queen by Samantha Bryant
Patricia Saves the Beauty Queen by Samantha Bryant Patricia stared at the phone in her hand incredulously, then put it back to her ear. The muted TV mounted above the stonework gas fireplace in...
Rosie’s Day by Bradley Sides
Rosie’s Day by Bradley Sides Every morning, I awaken early to watch her bake. Her frame lies flat, as she rises and expands. I am on another spectrum, though, as I stand; I bend...