Nonfiction

True in the Way it Needs to Be | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Nov 4, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 25

I cast my first and only spell inside Sarah’s garage one night just as summer was cresting into fall. Actually, it was her parent’s garage and we both were only in Grand Rapids, our hometown, for the weekend. I hadn’t seen her in years, we were close in high school,...

Phantom Bite | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Oct 7, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 23

I can’t tell you for sure if the bat bit me; it seems important to establish that up front. What I can tell you is that when I woke it was circling my head, letting out those high-pitched squeaking sounds reminiscent of a loose wheel on a shopping cart. It was dark,...

Interview with Author Nina Owen

by TNSF | Sep 15, 2020 | Interviews, Nonfiction, SFK Releases

Throwing it All Away by Nina Owen A high achieving young man brimming with genius and incredible promise shockingly succumbs to the devastation of depression and drug use. Starting with the day her son went missing, this is a true story of a mother’s indescribable...

Decadence & Depravity at 50: Revisiting Thompson’s Gonzo | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Sep 9, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 21

Fifty years ago this spring, Hunter S. Thompson wrote the article, “The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved,” and assumed it would be the end of his career. “I have no story,” he told his illustrator, Ralph Steadman, in the days after they left Louisville. The...

Out: Testimony of an Alabama Queer | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Aug 11, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 19

Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis: n. A theory developed by Edward Sapir and Benjamin Lee Whorf stating the structure of a language determines or greatly influences the modes of thought and behavior characteristics of the culture in which it is spoken.[1] Beyond my immediate...

A Political Eulogy | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Jul 15, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 17

As I walked my Carolina Wild Dog Max this morning, I passed one of my Trump neighbors walking his Dachshund mix. Behind him was an overweight tomcat along for the morning constitutional. “He doesn’t need a leash yet,” I remarked. “No, not yet,” the guy said. We smiled...