by TNSF | Feb 26, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3 Issue 7
So Mariasha tells me we are going to a party a friend of hers is throwing. Triste? I can’t think of her name, she’s a friend of hers so I know she’ll look similar. Mari surrounds herself with girls that look like her, red-boned, thick, and with big hips. Made for...
by TNSF | Feb 26, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3 Issue 7
He’s benevolent. He’s right. No, righteous. He tells Melanie her beautiful son with the bright red curls and pink cheeks—the newest parishioner—is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He shakes hands. He shakes his wife until her teeth crack together. He tells us, “In...
by TNSF | Feb 26, 2020 | Visual Art, Vol. 3 Issue 7
Oil, Acrylic, Mixed Media Medusa was a victim, but we don’t remember her as that. Individuals who are sexually assaulted and raped are not the ones to be blamed. The texts within this piece are all taken from news reports, individual accounts, and tweets talking about...
by TNSF | Jan 29, 2020 | Visual Art, Vol. 3, Issue 5
Acrylic2018 This is a painting depicting a female entity holding the portal open to a parallel dimension. I painted this as a challenge to push my creativity and imagination. I utilized a bunch of random objects and set up a massive still life, which I could...
by TNSF | Jan 29, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 5
Forests collapse under the serrated jaws of the beast devouring the land and sky, curdling the atmosphere with its rabid hunger. It leaves graying pillars of salt and bone and crumbling buildings in its wake. When the air calms, it’s thick with strings of dust motes...
