Lucia Joyce
Stories (8/0)
The Captain's Assistant
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Sibi had been personally chosen to assist the Captain, and the Captain’s quarters were blessed with the only window in the entire compound.
By Lucia Joyceabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2022
HomeTop Story - June 2022
I've been slowly reintegrating back into reality. I landed a week ago. Stood, squinting in the California sun, puffy-eyed from 27 hours of sleepy suitcase dragging, waiting for Shane's white SUV to peel around the corner at Burbank airport. I wondered if this was the last time I'd pull something like this--stuff three bags full of clothes and books and disappear from my life for five months. With me, it's impossible to know for sure.
By Lucia Joyce2 years ago in Confessions
Anything At All
Dear Mom, Mother’s Day came early this year. I had nothing planned at all. I’ve been living the life of an entertainer. I live the way my father lived when you were married to him: traveling, sleeping, eating, working late, and calling you hardly at all.
By Lucia Joyce2 years ago in Confessions
- Top Story - April 2022
Tableaus of Life at Sea
Heaven is packed with people. Wall to wall, bodies wag and twist on the dark warehouse floor. Pink and green lights pass over bare shoulders and necks and half empty drinks. Familiar pop vocals and EDM beat drops giddy the room. Hips do figure eights. Cracked voices add shouts and cat calls to the room roar.
By Lucia Joyce2 years ago in Humans
Tableaus of Life at Sea
No Land Land does not exist anymore. Not to me. I know it must be there. I see grassy pixels behind my boyfriend’s face on video calls. A blurry brown dog occasionally comes into focus, happily chewing on a ball or a succulent he just found. From the ship deck windows, I see stretches of Portsmouth parking lots holding steady. A naval base in Belgium, dotted with sleek, white windmills and tiny cars, appears solid through the portholes.
By Lucia Joyce2 years ago in Humans
Why I Miss Going to Skid Row
On Tuesdays, when I’m at home in Los Angeles, I make my way to the shoot of a major motion picture or television series. I drive to the Sony lot in Culver City, or to the set of Euphoria in Hollywood, or to Santa Clarita Studios where they film Good Trouble, just down the road from Six Flags. I rendezvous with production assistants, security guards, and caterers.
By Lucia Joyce2 years ago in Humans