by TNSF | Sep 9, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 21
She’s here again. An upper-crust dreamboat in heels. Her long blond hair like a ribbon flying behind her. Me, I like to slick my hair down and look like Twiggy minus the twigs. As I pull an earbud from my ear, I shut off the slicer and go to greet her. I know...
by TNSF | Aug 11, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 19
Mama would be proud of me. My skin soft from Olay, my head all full of confidence and water. Near enough to being a god like one of them mythic creatures she read me when I was too young to fill out a dress the way I do now. Legs thick. Butt looking good. Got the men...
by TNSF | Jul 15, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 17
Numbers are a random way to measure life. Thirty years on this earth. Thirty days in a month. Thirty days until my next period. Thirty bucks to fill the car. Thirty days of community service. Thirty hours until I surrender to the county sheriff. Thirty days in jail....
by TNSF | Jul 15, 2020 | Interviews, Vol. 3, Issue 17
Sharon Wishnow in conversation with DW McKinney Sharon J. Wishnow is a writer from Northern Virginia. Her fiction writing has earned an honorable mention from Glimmer Train’s final fiction open, appeared in The Grief Diaries, UC Denver -The Human Touch Journal,...
by TNSF | Jun 17, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 15
I heard her before I saw her. A tink-tink sound like marbles knocking against each other. Noisy as it echoed off the thick fog. When the pub closed and there was nowhere to go but an empty cottage, I poured my rheumatic body bone by bone into the murky night. The...
