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...
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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...
Fiction Editor answers 6 dire queries from the crowd
Six Questions for Ujjwal Dey, Editor, FictionFreedom.com FreedomFiction.com publishes all genres of fiction in flash, short story, novella and novel length works by known and amateur authors. We publish digital art, paintings and photographs...
Everyman’s Author: A Review of “Dirty Work” of author Mark SaFranko
Everyman’s Author: A Review of DIRTY WORK of author Mark SaFranko I know Mark SaFranko. And after reading Dirty Work, I know for certain how difficult my life is going to be. I first...
The Wickepin Hotel by Mel Ciavucco
The Wickepin Hotel by Mel Ciavucco The creaky front door swung open and a blast of hot air rushed towards me as I stood behind the bar in the empty pub. Despite the absence...
