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).  

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).