by TNSF | Jun 19, 2021 | Stories, Vol. 4, Issue 7
Mebba told me once that in the south, Magnolia trees mean something different; to our people, anyway. Their stock and branches, thick and twisted between delicately soft blooms that almost make the trees seem beautiful. Almost. I visit her every summer, but this one...
by TNSF | May 1, 2021 | Stories, Vol. 4, Issue 6
Otis scarfed down meatloaf at the Golden Corral before he went home for the day. He was obese. He loved the buffets in Milwaukee, eating at those “All-You-Can-Eat” joints in furtive necessity on most days, like today, after he left work. He knew if he’d only eat...
by TNSF | Feb 28, 2021 | Nonfiction, Vol. 4, Issue 4
My dad pulls his own teeth. I know, it sounds insane, doesn’t it? What kind of loony do you have to be to pull your own teeth? . . . And maybe it’s a bit of an inaccurate statement. In nature it sounds a little click-bait-y, but it’s mostly the truth. The statement...
by TNSF | Feb 1, 2021 | Stories, Vol. 4, Issue 3
Frankie’s fingers ran the length of the colonial style piano. There was not a speck of dust on the Honduran mahogany. The picture frames and artifacts resting atop its surface reflected across the gleaming wood, which despite its cleanliness, Frankie would polish...
by TNSF | Jan 1, 2021 | Stories, Vol. 4, Issue 2
Auntie Lu was drunk. It was a sloppy, uncontrolled inebriation, a stumble off the edge of propriety rather than a purposeful dive. Not that anyone was here to judge her, not tonight. After all, allowances had to be made when a woman lost her sister. The rest of Vida’s...
