Tag: Frederick Foote
Frederick Foote: Our Author in Freedom For more than a decade, Frederick Foote has been one of…
* FreedomFiction.com has published 26 fiction stories by Frederick Foote from June-2015 to June 2026. That’s an…
Clovis Clayton Holiday by Frederick Foote My mother told me, “Clovis Clayton Holiday, you gonna be the…
You Know How We Are by Frederick Foote Me, I was right where I was supposed to…
The Freedom Road by Frederick Foote My Aunt Ala said to me as I sat with her,…
The Visitor by Frederick Foote The evening shadows grow longer; the early night birds announce their arrival,…
Luck of the Irish by Frederick Foote Life’s good. I get plenty of hours down on the…
Plastics Are Us by Frederick Foote My family is amazingly high-tech. We were the first family on…
Editor’s Note: This love story is told from different points of view (POV), depicting the views of…
The Keys to the Highway by Frederick K Foote Back in the day, when I was a…
Rain by Frederick K Foote “Odell, what’re you doing standing there by the window like a statue?”…
Homelessness by Frederick K Foote Six pm in the kitchen of the Wheeler family consisting of Talbot,…
Short Stuff by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Nobody in San Juan, California, would have ever predicted how…
The Miracle Worker by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. My name is Pablo Sanders. I’m gonna tell you…
A Dying View by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. He was ragged, filthy, and smelled of sickness and…
The Plan by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Dusk is settling like doomsday creeping on clawed feet. I…
Adya by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Okay, that’s my partner, Adya, over at the corner desk. The…
Abraham by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. It’s 2:30 A.M., and I’m driving down a one-lane dirt road…
I’m Back by Frederick K. Foote I’m back. I’m back in Mississippi again, and the hair’s rising…
A Perfect Match by Frederick K. Foote The sister’s not my type at all. She is too…
My First Time Was with the Devil by Frederick K. Foote My sister Nora was two years…
Munday Morning by Frederick Foote At 6:30 in the morning, it’s already ninety degrees in San Juan,…
She by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. She lives in a park under a rock down a tunnel…
How We Met by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Mathias Cooke “Now, check this out. I don’t mean…
QB1 by Frederick Foote He was a seventeen-year-old black as sin, boy with a smile that would…