Short Story

Dumpster

David Whitton -

See, so, the thing I don’t get about human nature is why pay good money for satellite TV when you can get crystal clear...

Glossary for the End of Days

Ian Stansel -

A. Avery. Town where the farm was, with the barn and the goats and the one cow, who was so old and sagged you could...

Alligator

Sarah Gerard -

Trappers came and dragged the alligator out of the ditch in my backyard, bound her front legs and threw her on the flatbed of...

Felt Like Something

Megan Stielstra -

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

Willow Verkerk -

"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

D.D. Miller -

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

Joseph Horton -

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

Randi Ewing -

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

Robert James Russell -

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

Edmund Zagorin -

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...