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

On AI: A Letter To Editors

EDITOR’s NOTE: Technology can enable or cripple depending on how its used. We all need to know this in the age where even biology is merging with engineering to create alternate life. We came...

Biting Worms by RK Greer

Biting Worms by RK Greer It is now well after sunset and Pearce is on his fabric camping chair in his yard, drinking a beer. It was a hot day, but now the night...

Neighborly ’Til the End by Michael D. Hilborn

Neighborly ’Til the End by Michael D. Hilborn             On the evening the asteroid was calculated to hit the earth, Jim dumped his leaves in Frank’s yard. Frank, who had only been half-watching the...

Misdiagnosis by Evan Kaiser

Misdiagnosis by Evan Kaiser “Check it out: I am the LORD, thy freaking GOD.” “Check yourself out. Out of my damn head, already!” Stanley Fozawicz had been jousting with this, his latest phantasm, for...

Dying Declaration by Ann Marie Potter

Dying Declaration by Ann Marie Potter           It was a murder that could have happened in any city in America. It was a tragedy and because it happened in suburban Las Vegas it was...

Inamorato by Bill Tope

Inamorato by Bill Tope David Rendle was an enigma. At six feet, two inches tall and a lanky 210 pounds, he cut a handsome figure. Some admiring ladies described his features as “chiseled” or...

AI and Art with Uwe Jarling

AI and Art with Uwe Jarlinga presentation by the editor and the artist Is art by any other origin still art? This is a serious problem, serious business and a grim reality in imaginative...

Hog Heart by Gary Ives

Hog Heart by Gary Ives Paco fumbled with the orange package of ramen noodles. These boogers were tough to open sober, never mind drunk. Besides, he felt like shit. Wobbling under the dim overhead...

Trigger by Doug Hawley

Trigger by Doug Hawley I’m out target shooting in the country when I hear the gravel crunch and somebody yells “Hey asshole, what are you doing?” Without thinking, I turn and shoot him. Well,...