Short Story

Except, Perhaps in Spring

Steve De Jarnatt -

Dag Gilliam wakes in a mildewed hammock on the tarpaper roof of his Culver City vitamin shop, Body Temple. The dawn air has an...

Vermin

Lori Hahnel -

Jurgen Koch has to be the worst cook in the world. So you wonder why he owns a restaurant, and why he cooks in...

Outlaws

Jared Yates Sexton -

Faye and me were really up a creek. The rent was due and collection companies were ringing the phone every couple of minutes. My...

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...