Between Now and Then by Chip Jett
Between Now and Then by Chip Jett Tasha McKentry opened her eyes. She knew this had all happened before. Everything. The ticking clock on the wall; the harsh scrape of a cheap public school...
Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction
Louise’s Love Letters by Mark SaFranko
Louise’s Love Letters by Mark SaFranko My brother Vaughan was always the most sociable member of our family. He was the one who made good, solid friends, valued them, stayed in touch, put...
The Accident by N T Franklin
The Accident by NT Franklin The accident changed everything for Randolph. Scott and Randolph were brothers, but as different as night and day. Scott was a head taller and weighed a third more than...
In an Imperfect World by Patrick Ritter
In an Imperfect World by Patrick Ritter The White House security robot, a Jackson 7000, opened the Press Office door and the journalists filed in, quickly filling the press briefing room. Another security bot...
Dinner in Phnom Penh by Leroy B Vaughn
Dinner in Phnom Penh by Leroy B Vaughn Mitchell looked at his watch, it was twenty-five after eight. “One good thing about the secret service” he told himself, “Is that you don’t have to...
You’re Alive by Cristopher Preston
You’re Alive by Cristopher Preston Have you ever been hunted? I have, and its taken some time to ever speak of it. July third, nineteen eighty-nine, was the first time I heard his distinct...
Hammers & Nails by Robert William Wilson
Hammers & Nails by Robert William Wilson Gordon Simms stepped back to admire his handiwork. It was crude, to be sure, but still functional. Impressive even, considering he lacked almost all the necessary...
The Dogs of Night by Joanna M Weston
The Dogs of Night by Joanna M Weston Darkness, brambles, tangled undergrowth, as she stumbled, dogs snuffling, howling, coming fast behind her. Was there an end? No time to think, just run, run from...
Killing Frost by Sharon Frame Gay
Killing Frost by Sharon Frame Gay James Frost leaned back in the recliner, adjusting his body into the soft confines of the old chair. It was leather, shiny with age, comfortable as a slipper. ...
Elena by Karl Miller
Elena by Karl Miller Prologue – Jibacoa, Cuba: July 4, 1868 In the darkness behind a large, white, two-story mansion just outside the small fishing village of Jibacoa, three rows of twenty balloons line...
