Ghost Writers, Anonymous

Wherein we troubleshoot seating logistics.  

Reserve a chair in our inbox:  [email protected]  

Peep inside our Facebook cupboard (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein shells bear a namesake.  

Scrawl out an electronic missive: [email protected]  

Excavate our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein our eyes are on the prize. 

Penny for your thoughts: [email protected]  

Join our band of Merry Men on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).   

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 (G…

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).  

Wherein Meat Loaf proves he isn’t chicken.  

Rally into our inbox: [email protected]  

Fly like a Bat Outta Hell from our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein our front door unlocks a new kink.  

Slip a letter through our slit: [email protected]  

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

Wherein we drink up, me ‘hearties, yo ho.  

Perfume our parlor: [email protected]  

Gain intel from our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous). 

Wherein we’re summoned to make an offering.  

Entrance us with a story: [email protected]  

Devour our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we hear a mysterious scream.  

Weigh-in on our screaming suspect list:  [email protected]  

Reach into our Facebook underworld (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we reach out in the darkness.   

Surprise us with a story: [email protected]  

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

Wherein we pick up the phone.  

Dial us in at: [email protected]  

Hop on our Facebook party line (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).