Short Story | JOYLAND PUBLISHING

Nicholas Bede Stenner -

When a worn copy of Riddley Walker and Volume 21 of Hana Kimi appear on her desk accompanied by a worn library card, a...

Sativa January -

No peach. Also, no roses. Peach roses reminded Ann of dead people, of her dead grandma. Ann's mother, Mona, was...

Weston Cutter -

A few days ago Toof started up again, eating only a bit of dog food at a time. He’d race in from the living...

John Lavery -

He stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but his duly-rude apron and the birthmark that covered the left side of his face from his...

Shannon Cason -

My father left me his camera. It was in a boxy aluminum case with two latches in the front that locked. It also had...

K.C. Wolfe -

The first week I was back in Syracuse, Pat met me at my parents’ house, where I would be living again, three months after...

Peter Orner -

San Francisco (1997) She’d hurt herself in small ways. Nobody knew about it. She’d take a knife and slowly deliberately gently slice her thigh....

Susan Alexander -

Cecilia is standing at the corner of St. George and Willcocks Streets, trying to forget. She does this once a year, just before she climbs...

Michelle Miller -

Margene is all the way out of bed and into the bathroom before she realizes what day it is. It's Gladys who reminds her....

Gary Barwin -

THE EVENING MEAL My father rolled up our house and walked into the forest. When he arrived at the world’s edge, he turned, pulled up...