Fiction | JOYLAND

Yasmin Adele Majeed -

Back when we were friends, we spent Saturday nights in the tunnels. This was sophomore year, the cusp of fall in California, and at...

Maria Marchinkoski -

Sveta walked up the gravel drive to see what she came to see: a blind Shetland pony limping out the back of a Washington...

Alexandra Tanner -

The cabin air is dry and chemical. Everyone around us is watching My 600-lb Life. Poppy’s head is back and her mouth is open...

Julia Hannafin -

Excerpted from Cascade (Great Place Books, April 2024) There is a starfish that sees with the surface of its body. The brittle star doesn’t have...

Maria Kuznetsova -

As Roman and I stroll through Central Park on the way to my book launch, the Soviet poet Marina Tsvetayeva gets up from a...

Katya Apekina -

I’m in a support group for monsters, loosely defined. Our aims swing wildly between reform and self-acceptance depending on whose turn it is to...

Isaiah Newman -

At a bar mitzvah lesson in late November, Isaac asks if Harry Potter is a golem. It’s two months since his older brother Josh’s...

aureleo sans -

By the tagged up bus bench, three Solo cups criss cross on a particle board table while men with gap-toothed smiles drink 40s and...

Bobbie Lanham -

At a small table in the Mexican restaurant the three of them continued to argue the merits of their list of the ten greatest...

John Doe -

I Girls reciting my poems like Future verses. I get so much love now. I require copious amounts of female attention in your absence. It’s...