Tales for Well-Dressed Cynics and Optimistic Ragamuffins Series

Acid trips, terrorists, and one hundred birthday candles. Icy baths, burning bodies, and everything in between.   This thought provoking debut short story collection from Cathleen Davies pulls no punches. Expertly skewering readers' expectations on failing relationships, cabin fever, police violence, feminism, loss, and loyalty, each unique character tells a tale of the dissatisfied, the angst-laden, and the justifiably outraged.   Elder members of the LGBTQ+ community lament simpler times. Young women in foster care construct a deathpact because #promises. A cult dismembers their followers to prove more than loyalty.   In a place where horror straddles humor, Cheeky, Bloody Articles dares to answer questions like: What if you lived to be 100 years old but absolutely hated your family? And: Exactly how long does it take for a rat to decompose?   This poignant yet provocative collection is terrible, wonderful, but most of all insightful. Every story of this anxiety-ridden tongue-in-cheek romp challenges our bonds with romantic partners, family, friends, and our entire view of the complicated universe we share.   "In a world of smartphones and speculation, Cathleen Davies proves in this often gory but always beautiful compilation of wonderfully transgressive fiction that there are still stories we haven't heard, but need to." -Brandon Mead, Author of Eggplant from Vagabonds Vol. 8   "Expect to take breaks to regain your emotional equanimity or maybe just your faith in humanity. But just wait for the next story--redemption may be found within. Probably not, but one can hope." -Editor Jenifer Paquette, PhD   Cheeky, Bloody, Articles explores a place where all of us are bitter. Some of us just don't shut up about it.

Death is hard. It's as inevitable as manipulation and misogyny; as inevitable as love, conflict, insanity, sleep-deprivation, and broken hearts. It's coming. It's here.   On the 28th April 2018, a young poet called Dan "DC" Collins was found dead in the woodlands by his home in Birmingham. He'd taken his own life. This was done, at least in part, because I had made the incredibly selfish decision to stop being his girlfriend. This decision would go on to affect the rest of my adult life.   I decided to escape from this reality by moving away to Basque Country, hoping to Eat, Pray, Love my way out of the survivor's guilt and PTSD. This did not work. Instead, I had a nervous breakdown. Away from all the people who loved me, un-medicated, and isolated in a country where I didn't speak the language, I managed to incredibly successfully push myself over the edge. It was a bad decision. I did however, manage to keep a diary of this inevitable mental decline. That diary is And Marvel.   I wanted to show this reality from the perspective of a flawed, grieving person. I wanted, most importantly, to keep DC alive in the only way I could.   This book contains candid discussions of suicide and the ways the world holds women responsible for the actions of their partners.