Joshua Drama
Bio
Joshua Drama is the author of less than one book but is good enough at math to know that number can only increase. His writing has received multiple compliments from friends. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife, son, and cat.
Stories (4/0)
A Perfectly Natural Haircut
Welcome! Come right in, please. Thank you for coming to Hair First! Barbers: where your hair is more important than anyone else’s hair. We are one of the highest-rated barber shops online, I think, of all time. In fact, everyone is always telling me how great we are, despite only having been open for a week. My name is Quinn. Mind the water on the floor as you enter. The last customer wasn’t careful enough, despite my warning, and slipped. Completely his fault. Yes, actually, that little patch of blood there. No, the other one.
By Joshua Drama2 years ago in Fiction
The Year of Return
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For decades on end, few creatures but for those seeking the safety of isolation would attempt to live there, gouged as it was deep into the flesh of the world like a jagged wound. Its sheer cliff walls held the land between in shadow and snow, away from the life-light of the Great Father.
By Joshua Drama2 years ago in Fiction
An Excremental Incident
Sunlight blazed down onto the hot concrete of the city when Derek rushed out the front door of his apartment building, briefcase in hand. Beads of perspiration stippled dark-blue patterns on the light-blue button down shirt visible under his suit jacket. The phone in his pocket buzzed. He glanced at the screen for a moment but ignored the call, returned the phone to his pocket, and hurriedly strode down the stoop two steps at a time. At the sidewalk, he turned to the left and walked as quickly as he could without doing the weird butt-wiggle thing that speed walkers did.
By Joshua Drama3 years ago in Fiction
Into the Uncertain Darkness
A grey concrete room, six feet on every side, contained a single metal chair seated centrally facing a large blank screen which occupied the entirety of one wall. Mirrored in its dark surface was the plain white door of the opposite wall. Both the door and its dark reflection opened, and in walked a small woman. She closed the door behind her, took a deep breath, brushed her black hair back over her shoulder nervously, and sat herself in the chair, shifting uncomfortably. The screen flickered to life, filling the room with color. The woman appeared on the screen, standing in front of what appeared to be a vast, blue ocean. Still seated, the woman watched her doppleganger in the screen, a near copy of herself. The resemblance was uncanny, but the differences notable. Same hair, but with visible streaks of grey. Same tired blue eyes, but the corners kissed by wrinkles and puffy skin below. Her reflection was wearing the same clothes as herself, but the heart-shaped locket around her neck was missing. The woman slowly reached a hand to touch the locket as though to reassure herself that it was actually there, and after a moment the same appeared around her reflection’s neck like it had never been missing in the first place.
By Joshua Drama3 years ago in Fiction
