Fiction

I have ten seconds. Or at least that’s what it seems like. I reach for my backpack, but it's far off on the other...

“Taz, yo, no shit, Taz just goes off on him!” Hector was all bouncing around in the big cracked leather chair by the window in...

“Mark Phillips.” “What? Sorry?”  “Mark Phillips.”  “How do you know my name?”  “You don’t remember me.”  “I’m sorry, no I don’t.”  “Think.”  “I am.”  “Think harder.”  “Yeah.  Well, I’m thinking hard.”   “Right. Think...

After his wife died in childbirth, the man raised his daughter up until the September she left for college. That October, the man sorted...

“People don’t save people, Annie,” he says. It is the morning after and Alex is being gentle but firm with me, like he has...

I was born in a laundromat in Paris, Ontario. If you knew Gina you wouldn’t think it was that weird. Gina is my mother....

The kids we play from downstate like to say it’s inbreeding, the reason our skin is neon green, our teeth blue, our hands like...

He came to the conclusion that the primary difference between what he did and what the Nazis did in the death camps was that...

Annie realizes while she and her boyfriend, Adam, are Christmas shopping that lately she doesn’t enjoy his company very much unless they are both...

Occasionally, Joyland's Midwest section highlights great small presses based in the Midwest. This story is part of the collection This Jealous Earth published by MG...