Wherein we grapple with Death.  

Rattle our bones: [email protected]  

Set your jaw over Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we make something of ourselves.  

Emulate an old woman and hop on our back: [email protected]  

Cross the swamp to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we cannot reach an agreement.  

Wage war: [email protected]  

Disagree on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we accept a challenge.  

Touch our shield with the tip of your lance: [email protected]  

Survey your combatants on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we speak the King’s English.  

Send a pigeon: [email protected]  

Ph’aaint over our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous). 

Wherein conspirators congregate beneath a tree.  

Deliver poison to our inbox: [email protected]  

Slip a dagger into our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we weigh dolls against jum-jills.  

Follow the tunnel to our cave dwelling: [email protected]  

Roll around our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).   

Wherein we deduce, “who dun it.”  

Point a finger at our inbox: [email protected] 

Draw up a suspect list from our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we encounter a monster in the mist.  

Oil our oarlocks: [email protected] 

Get sucked into our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we meet Zorro at the door for an atomic cookie treat.  

Walk through the desert to our inbox: [email protected]  

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