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....
by TNSF | Aug 14, 2019 | Stories, Vol. 2, Issue 20
She felt the draft as soon as her husband opened the front door. Hot air whirred through the ducts, the ticking sound they’d worried about even louder than usual, over-matched by a cold blast that continued even with the door closed. The foyer felt almost as frigid as...
by TNSF | Nov 14, 2018 | Poems, Vol. 2, Issue 1
All the Way Over Here Yesterday you told me about planes that don’t need engines to fly— gliders, you said, bringing up a picture on your phone—you said imagine how far you could go and I thought imagine how far you might not Sometimes we put our faith in things so...
by TNSF | Oct 31, 2018 | Stories, Vol. 1, Issue 51
***Read Part 1 ***Read Part 2 ***Read Part 3 ***Read Part 4 Part 5: Bounty The steamboat adjusted coarse and moved through the waves towards the torches. I could feel the boat strain under the weight of the attached leviathan. The creature seemed to have...
by TNSF | Oct 24, 2018 | Stories, Vol. 1, Issue 50
***Read Part 1 ***Read Part 2 ***Read Part 3 Part 4: A Dark Blip When we reemerged from the barn, a man in an unkempt gray beard greeted us. He wore an old sailor’s cap and had a dark blue raincoat that was flailing violently. I looked up to the dark gray sky...
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