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Mission Statement
Last Girls Club is my legacy. It is my pandemic fever dream made real. Society has always revealed its fears through horror. Every age has its themes and speaks on a deeper level to what people are really thinking about in the wee hours of the morning.
Last Girls Club is me holding up a torch and inviting the monsters to step forward into the light. If we nail their feet to the floor, speak their names, and tell their stories in the firelight we might learn how to stop them or at least divert them. My themes are a journalistic approach of striking into stone the collective unconscious and preserving where we were during these trying times.
The Last Girls Club is from the feminine gaze and voice, because I want to broaden the spectrum of fiction and poetry and have both the readers and authors empathize with genre/gender bending powerful women facing terrors using their abilities to overcome them or succumb to them. Here we are willing to try the new, the unthinkable, flipping the classics, and taking delight in the dark feminine energy that is rising in the world. Here we are fucked up, funny, and a little bit bloody. Just like you…
—Eda Easter
Owner and Editor in Chief
Rabbit Moon Media Services
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Spring Issue 2023 no. 9
Panic Issue
Don't panic. Hello my loves. I feel you. We have been struggling the past three years. Panic seems too mild. Welcome to the shit storm. If we can't laugh anymore we can at least scream.
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.
Editor in Chief
Eda Easter is a lifelong horror and surrealism fan. An LA based writer that has written in multiple genres and been published in e-zines and print journals; she’s into jazz, classic horror, animal allegories, and traveling. Her horror influences are Robert Bloch, Ari Aster, Poppy Z Brite, John Carpenter, Shirley Jackson, Clive Barker, and Tarsem Singh. Embracing the quarantine like a Bronte sister, she wrote the splatterpunk novella Killer RV: Nothing like a bucket list with a body count.