Fiction | JOYLAND

Claire Gibson -

“I want you to know before I open the door that I’m not a Nazi.” “Lil,” I say, “just open it.” Lil is my nickname...

Tim Conley -

During their last meal Louis had said that he would call her at the end of the week. Exact words: at the end of...

julie Wilson -

Gregg clawed his way to the top of the sand hill, his flip-flops wedged into one back pocket, the Kodak Styelite into the other....

Joseph Clayton Mills -

I had a friend who, over the long course of many years, gradually began to take on, as if by a process of osmosis,...

Peter Anderson -

I have always enjoyed it here, at night, after the day's heat and dust have passed. I sit in shadow, beneath a young elm...

Joseph G. Peterson -

My father was fond of telling me I didn't have what it takes to get by in this world. Who knows, perhaps he’s right....

Rebecca Rosenblum -

Once there was a man who was only black-and-white. His skin was the white of skim milk, with grey shadows where his veins beat....

Andrew Hood -

I don’t think I want to be the kind of person anymore that brings tears to things unnecessarily. Like, “Belly’s missed us,” I’ll say...

Holly Myers -

One begins with the materials at hand. One begins with the materials that are left behind. One begins—here. And here. And here. A suitcase...

Lynn Crosbie -

Seeking good times! You: Sexy lady. Age/race not important. RBT This was what Robert’s ad on Craig’s List said, not that I ever look at...