West Texas Ghost Story
Words By Clayton Bradshaw-Mittal, Art By Isabel Burke
I heard someone say there are no more ghosts in West Texas. That the oilmen drained them all from the ground when they built the derricks that dot the desert plains. I don’t think this is quite true. I see the edges of their bright plastic hats and leather-palmed gloves around every run-down corner in Odessa,…
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Clayton Bradshaw-Mittal
Clayton Bradshaw-Mittal (they/them) is a queer, previously unhoused veteran. Their fiction can be found in Story, Fairy Tale Review, South Carolina Review, and elsewhere. Other work appears in The Rumpus, Barrelhouse, Consequence, and other journals. They teach at the University of Cincinnati-Blue Ash and are the Managing Editor of New Ohio Review.
Isabel Burke
Isabel Burke has been drawing ever since she could pick up a pencil. She brought her passion for storytelling from Austin, Texas, to the Savannah College of Art and Design, where she graduated in 2022 with a degree in illustration and a minor in sequential art. She hopes to continue working in the publishing and editorial industries to bring stories to life through comics and illustration. When she’s not drawing, she loves cooking, watching historical dramas, and reading!
