Short Story | 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...

Allison McMaster -

Go cut me a slice of lemon meringue pie. Be quick about it. Don't go rummaging in the cutlery drawer for some dainty dessert...

Laura Boudreau -

Next to Victor is Amelia, who is worried that it still looks like she has pissed her pants. When she arrived at Kevin and...

Amanda Stern -

Say that I could fly using just my body. Say that based on the rate at which I lift my arms, I could take...

Lauren Bride -

You were an early bloomer. Let’s go with that one. Yes, you had breasts when you were still undressing a Barbie doll to examine...

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,...

Cedrick Mendoza-Tolentino -

There was once a dictator who cringed every time he saw someone of his profession fire a gun up into the air. It would...

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....

Jonathan Messinger -

In the afternoon, when the nurse pulls tight the sheer curtains, Benton puts me in his dreams. It’s me and his son Ronny outdoors,...