THE SKY IS HUNGRY. Glowing lights and figures in tattered robes force Sarah from her apartment. Outside, phosphorescent creatures infiltrate her every orifice. They want to know everything, especially the things she would rather forget.
Featuring 20 black and white illustrations.
The guys following her home are bad enough, but when Jacalyn’s Poppa comes to the rescue, things only get worse. After all, he’s been dead for six years. There’s no time to be relieved, because when she ends up back at Poppa’s new apartment, nothing feels right. The food here doesn’t taste how food should taste. The doors don’t work how doors are supposed to work. And something’s not right with Poppa. Guilt and sickness spiral Jacalyn into a nightmarish new reality of Lynchian hallucinations and grotesque body horror.
Hatred and desire collide when the girl next door is a giant spider
Alex’s arachnophobia may be old fashioned, but he’s able to live a life of relative peace despite it. That all changes when a spider moves in next door. His girlfriend is sick of his attitude and begs him to give the new neighbor a chance. He overcomes his fear, but finds a twisted sexuality in its place. His attraction to the spider affects all areas of his life, and changes everything he thought he knew.
Something beautiful sheds its skin.
You shouldn't read this.
They always connected best in dreams.
Labyrinthine cat mythos.
Skinless spidercat and the zombie Kama sutra.
Magazines and Anthologies
A cat inadvertently unleashes a demonic presence.
When family duty calls, there is no choice but to answer.
Wherein a girl falls madly in love with a wolf.
Life can get pretty constricting in a dead-end relationship.
Beneath the crackling static, there is something breathing, and sometimes it screams.
Sometimes there is only one way to deal with bullies.
Children aren't always enough to fill that void in your heart.
She sleeps with crows.
I think they're in the phone. Can you hear them?
No one else seemed to find it strange, but it just kept growing.
On our fifth date, I ripped his heart out.
It was so intimate to touch this part of a stranger, the deepest insides, the last piece that remained.
Grass crackled beneath his feet and the screams of tiny budding flowers erupted.
Have you ever seen that little girl before?
something is coming something is coming something is coming
Ever since my father disappeared, I can't stop staring at the earth that swallowed him whole.
The dark stain unravelled and blinked.
More elephants, fleshy trunks gripping the withered tail of the one ahead, the saxophone screaming, they spilled across the screen, movements exaggerated, somehow nauseating.
The doctors can't help her son, not now.
The grave was rough-hewn but neat, dug out a long time ago with teeth and claws, kept tidy over the years by Harold's hands, and perhaps the hands of others.
The gag muffled the Mad Empress' moans, the cryptic intonations of her spell lost beneath the murmur of the crowd.