Sorta feminist ghost stories.
Portrait of Adriana Priest by Claire Blackpool, date unknown. The number of sketches and portraits of Adriana by Claire has caused some to wonder if their relationship was a simple friendship, as it outwardly appeared, or something more. Also note the whitish form hovering near Adriana’s left elbow; this is Chibi, the ghost that […]
Read Part One Here Read Part Two Here Read Part Three Here Jaffe cursed and whirled around, looking. The girl wasn’t with them. He turned back to face Cake. “Fuck, that fucking little—” He stopped, and his face went funny. “Something… something just punched me in the back, Cake.” Even without looking, Cake […]
Sketch of Adriana Priest by Claire Blackpool, date unknown. Can’t remember the name of a character? Confused about a term? Visit The Lexicon.
Read Part One Here, or Part Two Here Cake returned to the driver’s seat, turned on the ignition, put the van into gear, and pulled away from the shoulder. Jaffe returned to the back with the girl, holding her so she could see out the front to direct them. “What’s the stupid shit going […]
Sketch of Adriana Priest by Claire Blackpool, date unknown. Can’t remember the name of a character? Confused about a term? Visit The Lexicon.
Read Part One Here “No, NO!” she screamed. Cake rolled her over onto her belly and sat on her ass, ignoring her kicking heels on his spine. Gathering her arms together behind her back, he pulled one of the plastic cinch-ties out of his pocket, slipped it around her wrists, threaded it through and […]
There are places in autumn Michigan where trees interlock over lonely country roads in impenetrable ceilings of rust. The great white cargo van moved deliberately through one such feuille morte tunnel, like a shark prowling through red tide, creeping over winter-cracked asphalt. The two men in the front of the van were known collectively […]
