Short Story | JOYLAND

Evan Gray -

Preston was taking me home after school because he could drive and I couldn’t. We got behind this loud, black Silverado. “God, Judd Davis’...

Sarah Braunstein -

Luna wasn’t her real name. In the last place her husband’s company put them, suburban Delaware, she had a friend who’d given her this...

Chelsea Tokuno-Lynk -

CeCe was an icon. They called her a generation-defining megastar, a triple-threat artist who could sing, dance, and act. But we knew CeCe before...

Ryan Lackey -

Sitting in the expensive seats my father had insisted on paying for, holding the expensive beer he’d urged into my hand, waiting for the...

Adrian Khactu -

When the second plane crashed into the south tower of that building, the three of us were huddled around a vinyl-topped folding table at...

Yasmin Adele Majeed -

My mother always claims my first memory of her is a false one, but I have never believed her. The memory stuck, and it...

Lucy Faye Rosenthal -

It was always the heaviest in the mornings. By “mornings,” I mean more like eleven-thirty, if I’m being honest, and by “it” I mean,...

Stephanie Isan -

It's November and I'm in the VIP line to a nightclub on Valencia. The scallops of my black club dress hang only a little...

Juliet Gelfman-Randazzo -

My father dropped us off. People moved around us in expensive sneakers with bubbly soles of fancy foam. We walked down a corridor that...

Seema Yasmin -

At Salma’s wedding you squeezed the syrup out of the sweet yellow rice, picked swollen sultanas from among the strands of saffron and shredded...