Fiction | JOYLAND

Allie Mariano -

It’s hot. The house has two window units that can’t keep up. In the evenings, after class, she sits on the microfiber couch as...

Amy Milin -

Violet put a hand to her stomach, unsure whether the rumbling she felt was an effect of hunger or the thing inside her. Less...

Ifeanyichukwu Eze -

1. “It could have been worse,” Buba says to the image in the mirror. His eyes still scream for sleep. A good explanation for how...

Russ Myslewicz -

Over the course of the first two and a half weeks of July, he had been doing well. He was staying sober for the...

Donald Morrison -

Reid was the only person who scared me at that time, and he wanted to kill me because his girlfriend Lacey’d told him I’d...

Anjali Enjeti -

During the seventh procedure that night, light from the moon pierced the single, circular window. Zero could guess, nearly to the minute, how much...

Ash Kaul -

“Boi!” Firdaus’s shrill call to her brother breaks the rumble of the river. Hanif shoots a glance at her. She is holding the net high above...

Sophie Strohmeier -

I was out in the night on the brick veranda, having one of the first cigarettes of my life, trying to explain my Lara-situation...

Leeor Neta -

I remember – or think I do – that everyone turned when my father, well short of the stop sign, shifted the station wagon...

Lauren Collee -

The bus route began – for me, that is – in my neighbourhood, and then wound down past the mosque, through the leafy parts...