Wherein our clothes come away.  

Blow into our inbox: [email protected]  

Follow the stream to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we discover a nest.  

Deliver your jewels via carrier robin: [email protected]  

Envision our Facebook page robed in white (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we Feel It Just Below the Ribs…anyway, irrelevant. 

Open our blast doors: [email protected]  

Meander through our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we blow pepper and point our blunderbuss.  

Halt our carriage with the blade of your mind: [email protected]  

Discover our Facebook hideout (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we buckle up for a collision course that explodes into present day Earth.  

Dock into our inbox: [email protected]  

Orbit our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein comforts of the home are served with discomfort.  

Impregnate our e-mail with your creativity: [email protected]  

Interrogate us on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein accusations are made.  

Transport us to a story you’re writing: [email protected]  

Troll our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we learn the value of blood.  

Drop us an e-missive: [email protected]  

Stir our Facebook page with your thoughts (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we have an itch that needs to be scratched.  

Crawl into our inbox: [email protected]  

If you’ve read the full version of Quantum by Nick Medina, open a discussion on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we find… THAT in Jim Steinman’s refrigerator.  

Send us your love: [email protected]  

Find our Facebook page at the end of the pier (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).