Book Review of: Goldeneye: Where Bond Was Born
The Commander, the Author and the Escape that made it happen by Ujjwal Dey Review of: Goldeneye: Where Bond Was Born: Ian Fleming’s Jamaica by Matthew Parker Our world has always been changing but...
Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction
392 Days by Christopher Hivner
392 Days by Christopher Hivner I saw metallic wings in the sky, watched them move up and down pushing the cold air in circles. They were huge, each bigger than a school bus. The...
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...
Limbo by Joseph James
Limbo by Joseph James This was just a place. Nothing more than a solid spot in the effervescence of time and space. A lump of rock, dirt, and moss that sat like a stone...
Gamble Road by Penn Javdan
Gamble Road by Penn Javdan His boots sunk into grass fuzzing over bones mashed by mud that had formed into mounds of peat and after morning rain the peat rose with mist into his...
A New Driver by Kimberly Fore
A New Driver by Kimberly Fore The orange pumpkins had been carved by children and placed upon the church steps for display. The breeze blew, flickering the flames inside the bellies of each individual...
Grasshopper Creek by Ross Peterson
Grasshopper Creek by Ross Peterson I can see it burn from where I sit in the tall grass. It’s been at least an hour since I spoke with the deerman, and the flies are...
The Infinite, Invisible by John C. Cannon
The Infinite, Invisible by John C. Cannon The swollen capital had erupted the day before. Elections on the African continent are always dicey. But in this landlocked swath of nothingness, there had been little...
Ghost Hit by James Newman
Ghost Hit by James Newman A darkness hung over the city that evening like an oily black cloth draped over a margarita. The night sky was as dead as a dirty thought in a...
