by TNSF | May 1, 2021 | Poems, Vol. 4, Issue 6
In the damp cell in Valldemossa, Chopin sits at the piano, a smear of blood across his lips. George Sand, in trousers, stands beside him, cold cigar clinched in her teeth. The pomegranate trees shiver in the wind. The ceaseless rain drums the windowpane. He is...
by TNSF | Oct 7, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 23
The dream the man was having gave him the warm-fuzzies, the type of comfort that can only come from the things you love: a warm blanket, a favorite shirt or jeans, the feel of your child’s face between your hands. They were symbols of what was right in your world,...
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 | Sep 15, 2020 | Interviews, Nonfiction, SFK Releases
Throwing it All Away by Nina Owen A high achieving young man brimming with genius and incredible promise shockingly succumbs to the devastation of depression and drug use. Starting with the day her son went missing, this is a true story of a mother’s indescribable...
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...
