Freedom Fiction Journal An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction

Silkworms by Huina Zheng

Silkworms by Huina Zheng She first remembered the sunlight streaming through the blinds, not the room itself. That beam, where dust danced with quiet grace, belonged to her. Someone was calling a name. For...

Black Gold by Huina Zheng

Black Gold by Huina Zheng The river stones glistened, each pressed with a few leeches, dark and blurred like ink spots. In the deeper water, more of them wait, unseen, too many to look...

First Contact by J.D. Strunk

First Contact by J.D. Strunk When the blast door slid open, it was all I could do to keep from gasping. I don’t know what I’d been expecting, exactly, but it was not this:...

Afraid To Ask by Danyl A. Doyle

Afraid To Ask by Danyl A. Doyle As a freshman in high school, I was thankful for Echo since she had a hard time talking like me. She stuttered so badly that no one...

The Wicker House by Plamen Vasilev

The Wicker House by Plamen Vasilev The crash was terrible. Two cars and a tanker truck had crashed into each other. The truck was on fire and there were two bodies sprawled on the...

Titan Territory by Tom Kropp

Titan Territory by Tom Kropp  Scot Lancer heard the foot falls of giants. Under the three moons in the clear night sky, he could see for hundreds of yards in any direction on the...

It’s a Mood by Russ Bickerstaff

It’s a Mood by Russ Bickerstaff There is something lurking in the corner of his mind. He doesn’t know what it is. Maybe he’s not relieved until we aware that it’s there. But it’s...

A Place To Call Home by Alora Freeman

A Place To Call Home by Alora Freeman I used to live in the emerald-streaked highlands, in a town yet to be modernized. My family found refuge in the wild serenity. At last, we...

Retread by Bill Tope

Retread by Bill Tope Charlotte Becker lay on her sofa, calmly watching one after another of the endless array of Sunday morning political discussion shows. She was smoking a cigarette. She was also drinking...

Take Three by Rory Kilalea

Take Three by Rory Kilalea Take One Pushing through the throng of suit jackets, the smell of sweat haunted by stale aftershave. The bar was crowded. A typical Dubai drinking hole for advertising and...