Ghost Writers, Anonymous

Wherein we dredge through dark feelings about the past.  

Write us a long letter: [email protected]  

Greet our Facebook family (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein a mysterious figure happens upon a suspicious hut. Beware: hot guy stuff, ahead, so open the door or pass, therefore, on.  

Surrender, upon our table, a trencher of parched pease and pulse:  [email protected]  

Crave thy name on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we relive a snapshot from World War I through the eyes on an Indian soldier and his borrowed pigeon.  

Whisper in our ear: [email protected]  

Follow a feral dog to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein our trust is misplaced.  

Strike us with a story all your own: [email protected]  

Illuminate us on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we seek out a sperm bank.  

Lend us a story: [email protected]  

Discover us on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein our book club drops the towel and exchanges thoughts on Piper C.J.’s series.  

Share your story: [email protected]  

Look us up on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous). 

Wherein we make crop circles around stolen geraniums.  

Electronic-mail us if you would like a copy of, “In His Paths” by Judy Haerer: [email protected]  

Teleport to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we negotiate with Fate over nine-pin.  

Roll a story down our lane: [email protected]  

You’re invited to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein a curse is cast, and we tap out to attend the ballet.  

Mail us a monster: [email protected]  

Find our Facebook page in your codex (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we are led astray by hairnets.  

Share your monsters with us: [email protected]  

Let your freak flag fly on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).