Heathers Fanzine

Info blog for the Heathers 1988 fanzine

[troutwizard]

preview of my piece for the @heathers1988zine !!

[drarw]

Small preview for the heathers 1998 zine !

@heathers1988zine

[heathers1988zine]

hi! i was wondering when the zine would be up for sale

Sometime in May! More updates with specific dates to come.

[vvhimsi]

preview of my piece for the @heathers1988zine !!

[amalgamationink]

A small preview of my JD piece for @heathers1988zine!  

[poppin-prozac]

Preview of my piece for the @heathers1988zine !!

[hugetool]

preview of my piece for @heathers1988zine ;) 

[girlfriendchamp]

preview of my piece for @heathers1988zine ! I got to draw Veronica : o

[kittastica-deactivated20200501]

preview of my piece for @heathers1988zine.

[miranda-mundt-art]

Preview for my piece in the @heathers1988zine !!

[staghunters]

Little preview for my piece in @heathers1988zine ! Loved workin on this!

[femsband-archive]

A preview of my piece for @heathers1988zine !

[gloomygambit]

Preview of my piece for the @heathers1988zine 👀👀👀!!!

[purfi-art]

a preview of my piece for @heathers1988zine

[sabainism-deactivated20210630]

a preview of my piece for @heathers1988zine !

[buried-l0cket]

preview of my piece for @heathers1988zine !!!

[scouts-mockingbird]

Zine Preview

Hi! I haven’t produced content in decades, but I’m here to show you a little hint of the piece I wrote for the Heathers Zine that Rillie @bombboi is putting together. My character is Heather Duke. 

“Heather is dead.”

At first, Heather had been sure she meant Heather McNamara. She was a delicate little thing anyway, not to mention her only hobby involved catching fully grown people who’d been tossed like dolls into the air. It was easy to imagine Heather breaking her neck trying to practice a move on the weekend, still foolishly yearning for the captain position she would never have.

It was impossible to imagine that Heather Chandler could die. People like her, with strong strides and steely eyes, couldn’t die. She was immortal.

(But she wasn’t. All it had taken to test the theory was a mug full of drain cleaner)

It didn’t feel real until Heather arrived at school the next day. There was a dazed buzz hanging over the student body as everyone huddled in little groups to rehash the most dramatic thing that had happened at Westerburg since Oliva Maddox had gotten pregnant four years ago. This was worse than that, though. No one could bet on who the father of Heather Chandler’s death was.

When she saw Veronica’s face in the hallway, Heather knew she wasn’t caught up in some elaborate prank. Heather was really dead, fully dead and gone and soon she would be buried.

And Heather felt nothing.

According to Ms. Fleming, she might be feeling a lot of things. Grief is a complicated feeling, and it can be difficult for young people to handle. She might be experiencing anger or sadness, regret or guilt. She asked the class to go around and say one feeling-word that related to Heather’s death.

Heather lied. She said she was sad.  

What she wanted to say was “Hungry.”