Laurie stands in front of a door. It’s old but solid, as many old things are. Whatever paint once covered it has long since worn away, and the wood beneath is striped, and furred with splinters. It is her very first door, of her very first day, of her very first job.
Category: issue 3
The Swarm of Giant Gnats I Sent After Kent, My Assistant Manager, by Marissa Lingen
You want to be careful when using curses and general ill-wishing spells against people in a workplace environment, because of HR. HR is never there when someone has his hand on your ass when you're stocking shelves, Kent, they think it's a he-said-she-said when someone talks about how your tits will help with your promotion, Kent, but the minute you send a two-headed razor-hoofed demon goat after someone, you've got an appointment with HR and you're the problem somehow.
Blue, by Kathleen Brigid
Lieutenant Junior Grade Sasha Kowal could not work like this.
Rockets Launch From Florida, by E. M. Craven
Marooned. The little clock hand on the fuel gauge ticked toward the E, and Nyx pulled onto the grassy shoulder of the highway. Marooned. First by her people, then by a spiteful station wagon.
5:37, by A.P. Howell
Bay Min-chul’s final film, Rain and Starshine, remains not merely incomplete, but lost. All footage was allegedly destroyed. The production company claimed that action was intended to honor the dead; a more cynical reading suggests a public relations campaign.
