Wherein we’re woven into deceit.  

Measure up your story: [email protected]  

Writers’ prompt: Amelia is walking down the hallway; her palms are sweating. She looks at her watch and fumbles with a slick package, adorned with a beautiful bow that she is, furtively, clutching. She is looking at door numbers, finds the right one, and walks into…  

…our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous). 

Wherein boundaries are crossed.  

Bark into our inbox: [email protected]  

Watch our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we delve into the Animorphs’ den.  

Spray a foul odor into our inbox: [email protected] 

Wander the woods to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we prepare for sweet dreams.  

Send a night light: [email protected]  

Hush our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous). 

Wherein we get egged.  

Incubate our inbox: [email protected]  

Crack open our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we can’t break free.  

Curse our inbox: [email protected]  

Fatigue our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we count clues. 

Ignite out inbox: [email protected] 

Investigate our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we discover what we’re made for.  

Deposit an electronic missive: [email protected]  

Passover our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we cook or get cooked.  

Make us woozy: [email protected]  

Enlist our Facebook community for aid (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we bleat and bellow.  

Bring ‘round the feed: [email protected]  

Close in on our Facebook corral (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).