About the Book
We have an international buffet of "what the fuck" short stories and poetry for you to enjoy. We also welcome two new columnists to our motley crew of rebels and n'er-do-wells.
Change your pajamas, wash your face, and fill your cup. It's time to people in the most minimal amount you can handle. The Last Girls Club is here for you. Our witch even has a seasonal signature cocktail for you.
Enjoy the madness of our unfettered dark feminine. Hopefully it will tide you over until the summer. Until then, may the shadows embrace you and the monsters fear you more.
Bonjour Mes Chats, I am the ghost host of The Last Girls Club, Martinne Corbeau. I am a 600 year old succubus who loves to gossip. I've seen much and am ashamed of little. I've spent most of my incarnations in France, but have traveled widely through the liminal spaces and consider myself a citizen of the universe in multiple dimensions. I've brokered many deals with and for the undead; consider evil to be a matter of perspective; and binary definitions of good/evil heaven/hell the refuge of tiny minds. And I love horror. Join me in my international search for new voices in horror. Celebrate the weird with me, my darling.