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,...
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 | 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...
by TNSF | May 20, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 13
A folktale for back porches and slow nights; a tale for my Granddaddy. Cressie’s mama gave birth to her on the pew of the church. She lay back, split herself open for her child, then handed Cressie Girl to Big Ma before she passed on. It was a good thing...
by TNSF | Apr 22, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 11
He sat in the driver’s seat, wipers beat rhythmically leaving an annoying streak, the glare of Whole Foods green on the dash. The car idled in a busy lot facing the commuter cluster crawling to the burbs, but he didn’t notice. He was lost in thought – loud,...
