Est. 2008

Est. 2008

Fiction

Felt Like Something

Excerpted from Once I Was Cool, a collection of personal essays now available from Curbside Splendor Publishing.  My ovary is the size of a cherry...

Bushed

"I told you not to come,” she said. I closed the door and smiled, placing our bags down in the hallway. “Hi Penelope,” I said. Ralph and...

The Wrong Numbers

When it occurs to me that I might be having a heart attack, my life does not flash before my eyes. My first thoughts...

Detroit Edison

Editor's Note: This story is part of Joyland's Michigan stories series. * John R. Allen 509 N. Ulston Street, #2 Detroit, Michigan 48201 Mr. Allen, This is the final notice...

The Decision Makers

All of a sudden there was a small business in the house that sat on the corner of Richmond Road and Hanover. It was...

The Rough and Tumble Sort

We’d been sitting on that ratty floral couch in the ranch-style house in the foothills of the Ozarks for almost an hour watching re-runs...

Slowly Fading Out

Wake up and don’t fall back asleep. Wake up and thank the noise which sounds like a submarine in trouble. Make your lunch and...

Children of the Corn

There’s a photo in the Saturday paper Dad wants Shell to think about. It is really simple: a man’s hand—giant and white—is holding out...

Noctivagrant

Editor's Note: This story is part of Joyland's Michigan stories series. Come back throughout April for more Michigan stories. “On the other side then” “torrential...

The Hygienist

Editor's Note: This story is part of Joyland's Michigan stories series. Come back throughout April for more Michigan stories. “Do you grind your teeth,” the...