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Dressing Sophia  by SUSAN PORTER

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

It's 10 a.m. on Sunday morning when Doug calls to tell me that Captain Fun is having a sale on its entire stockpile of mannequins.

I'm Warning You  by DORENE O'BRIEN

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
experimental, second person

So you get fired for making another offensive comment to a coworker who actually is a fat slob with a bad attitude and fuck that eating disorder and clinical depression bullshit, and fuck your boss, too…

Arriving in One Piece  by LAURA MADELINE WISEMAN

When I woke up without my little toe, I knew it was going to be the day.

To Morning  by JOY POLIQUIN

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3

Kaya is missing. She is nowhere on the beach and Steve is worried that she's gone swimming, and has slipped drunk into the ocean and drowned.


On 25 March an unusually strange event occurred in St. Petersburg.

Man Down Below  by KATE MILLIKEN

2 June 2004
Vol. 4, No. 2
second person

You are minding your own business.

"Do you want to know what I think?" Eddie asks and you think, no dear god—not him again.

In Search Of  by SARAH LAYDEN

His cubicle wall shuddered for the third time in the last hour, and he automatically began fishing fallen thumbtacks and papers from the crevice where the wall met his desk. He'd tried talking to her. He'd tried making a joke of it. But no matter what he said, Patricia Trumble's enthusiasm, speed, and girth propelled her rolling desk chair into their shared wall space repeatedly each day.

One-Upmanship  by THOMAS GADA

2 June 2004
Vol. 4, No. 2

My wife's sister called a few days ago to set up a get-together for this weekend. They only live an hour away, so I don't mind.

Humboldt Haven  by TOM SHEEHAN

2 March 2004
Vol. 4, No. 1

The problems with the house project and a good stiff drink seem to go together.


"Pat, you should start doing the wangs now so that the sass is nice and tacky," Tom says to me as he pumps the keg. Tom is wiry and handsome. I'm neither of these things.

The Japanese Colleague  by ALEX SHISHIN

2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3

"It's an Affirmative Action thing," said Jay Hamilton, Minoru Taniguchi's old friend and new colleague, who was African-American. "Not that any of the faculty will say it to our face."

Sofia and Jules  by GWYN HENRY

2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2

A crucifix hangs beside the travel poster, which shows snow-capped Alps in Switzerland. Both are artifacts left by the room's previous tenant. A third artifact is newer, the silver-framed photograph of Jules's mother. She smiles beside the dying Jesus. This wall is the first thing I see when I awake.

Closet Fiction  by TOM BRADLEY

"I would like to—I mean, I do write what I call closet fiction—"

Dr. Edwine was pontificating at his own reflection in a brandy Alexander puddle (a man his size had no fear of a ladies' beverage redounding poorly upon his masculinity).

White Flight  by PAUL A. TOTH

2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3

Five years ago, my dad died.

Like Lightning  by ELIZABETH ROUTEN

2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3
editors' select

Ellie, barefooted, has just stepped on a wasp. She doesn't feel it at first—not for the quick pangs of summer heat radiating off the gravel drive—but soon an ache travels up her leg and she lets out a shriek…


The party ended when someone threw the baby in through the window.


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