Stories

“A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is.”

Flannery O’Connor

Rebirth | Fiction

by TNSF | Jan 29, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 5

Forests collapse under the serrated jaws of the beast devouring the land and sky, curdling the atmosphere with its rabid hunger. It leaves graying pillars of salt and bone and crumbling buildings in its wake. When the air calms, it’s thick with strings of dust motes...

But have you actually tried just taking a bath? | Fiction

by TNSF | Jan 15, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 4

The voice on the end of the phone tells me to run a bath. His words dissolving in the stagnant air I inhaled. exhaled. inhaled. Fed up of that tiny process. Exhausting. Exhausted. I should just tell him I don’t have a bath. Maybe that’s the secret code. The five words...

Aces | Fiction

by TNSF | Dec 18, 2019 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 2

Randy and I stood at the edge of the living room, not putting a toe into the forbidden space. In the early morning dimness, the Christmas tree tinsel fluttered, enticing as sea anemone tentacles in current. “What did Santa bring?” Randy asked. In second grade, a year...

Pride | Fiction

by TNSF | Oct 9, 2019 | Stories, Vol. 2, Issue 24

Yes, we have killed people, and they deserved it. We’re poacher hunters, from Frankfort, Kentucky, moved to Africa to work alongside the Big Game Protection Agency. They gave us a gun, a uniform,a four-by-four, and a target. We camp in the desert, crammed in tents....

“Feral, NC, 1965” A Powerful Coming of Age Tale | News

by TNSF | Sep 30, 2019 | Stories, Wherey'at?

ATLANTA, Ga. (September 17, 2019) — A nosy young girl is on a quest to learn her family’s hidden truths no matter who it upsets. An enthralling young heroine full of spit and vinegar with a sugar center. Ten-year-old Willie Mae doesn’t just live near the town of...

Counters | Fiction

by TNSF | Sep 11, 2019 | Stories, Vol. 2, Issue 22

Our reward for finishing chores are in dinged up plastic cases from the library. The movies star talking dogs, rarely dinosaurs. They have funny white lesbians instead of Jim Carey or Eddie Murphy. We’ll watch the other movies at friends’ houses later....