Short Story | JOYLAND PUBLISHING

Robert James Russell -

Six PM. Thursday night. Jack’s Café Bar. Usually called Jack’s. Sometimes The Jack. College crowd hasn’t come yet, which...

Martin Brinkmann translated by Neil Blackadder -

The bus accelerates up the gentle slope leading from the wide street on to the small brightly lit bridge that takes it over a...

Emma Healey -

The first weird thing is that Caroline is slowly becoming invisible. No kidding. This is pretty new and she’s still kind of having trouble...

Robert J. Stevens -

Someone is stealing her dresses. They were only snake skins, snail shells, but he had wanted them. There was once a whole...

Brandon Graham -

Chapter 1: Perhaps a bit of an Overreaction For the hundredth time in ten minutes Flip cinches the terry cloth belt of his forest green...

John Cotrona -

“It’s a holy day.” “No it isn’t. It’s a regular day.” “Why are they marching us off to church then?” “So they can film us. They’re perverse.” One...

Erika Thorkelson -

Around the time the kittens started going missing, I noticed a surplus of abandoned clothing in the streets. But maybe I’m mashing the two...

Courtney Elizabeth Mauk -

At eight o’clock in the morning, Alyssa shows up at Danny’s apartment door with a stack of bright yellow flyers. He has not...

Mark Paterson -

The TV is on mute so none of us know something is wrong until my brother notices the news desk has no anchorperson. “What’s...

Jonathan Papernick -

She had seen that clouded look before, a determined mix of pity and revulsion and something else she could not define. It was there...