Ghost Writers, Anonymous

Wherein we suffer a wound.  Cut us into an e-mail: [email protected]. Peel back our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we look for a way out.  Peep over our inbox heap: [email protected]  Ascend to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we slip from our corporeal.  Deliver [to] us: [email protected]  Drop into our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we receive chilling words at the fair.  Deliver dry bones to: [email protected]  Follow the glint to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we smile. Recede into our inbox: [email protected]  Elephant seals are welcome to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we attend a wedding.  Grab a tissue from our inbox: [email protected]  Follow the lantern light to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we are served at the dinner table.  Segue into our inbox: [email protected]  Take a gamble on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we set sail.  Harpoon our inbox: [email protected]  Share a pillow with our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we are outfoxed.  Mind the barbed wire on our inbox: [email protected]  Sound the horn on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we’ve only got 100 years to live.  Chisel into our inbox: [email protected]  Divd into our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein me meet a friend over the wall.  Discover our inbox: [email protected] Fly over to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous). 

Wherein we chip away at an ill omen. Deliver magic to: [email protected] Ride the winds to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein hope floats.  Surface a missive: [email protected]  Borrow an axe from our neighborhood Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we are allotted 48 hours to die.  Send us an angel: [email protected]  Open the door to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we share company.  Place a note, cleanly, into our inbox: [email protected]  Peruse our booth on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we cannot believe our eyes. Inspect our rose bushes: [email protected]  Embroider our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein the die is cast.  Bet on our inbox: [email protected]  Take a chance on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we are tempted by petty theft.  Express deliver a letter: [email protected]  Open our locker on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we are taken on a tour.  Send a missive to the afterlife: [email protected] Step into our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we are strong-armed at the basketball court.  J.C. Jump into our inbox: [email protected]  Make a split for our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein a sleigh is on its way.  Send a letter to Santa: [email protected]  Visit our workshop on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we sup. Invite us to your table: [email protected]  Transcend to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein an escape artist shines.  Send a message in a bottle: [email protected]  Leave fingerprints on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we dawdle through doodles.    Submit a creature concept: [email protected]  Follow along on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we’re caught in a trap.    Fall into our inbox: [email protected]  Ask your magic 8-ball about our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we indulge in lavender crêpe and peach.  Word wrap our inbox: [email protected]  Spring a leak on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we search for lost words.  Deliver our glasses: [email protected]  Doodle flowers on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we sack up.  Pass over our cob: [email protected]  Beleaguer our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein there is disorder - disorder in the court!  Summon our inbox: [email protected]  Poke your head into our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein the refrigerator door clicks open.  E-mail us your vampiric lore: [email protected]  Declare, “white tomato,” on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we open the door to good, clean fun.  Stock our cart: [email protected]  Investigate our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we indulge in our second writing prompt:  Maurice dropped a log onto the dying embers when a large rustle at the edge of the prairie grass stole his breath… Brainstorm our inbox: [email protected]  Spy our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we seal off an underground door. Brainstorm with us: [email protected]  Explore our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we step beyond the curtain of a dream.  Transport us to a whole new world: [email protected]  Wring out our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we wager in weight.  Writing Prompt: Maurice dropped a log onto the dying embers when a large rustle at the edge of the prairie grass stole his breath…Deliver your writing prompt to: [email protected] a gamble on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein panic ensues.  Abduct our inbox: [email protected]  Beam down to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein the doorbell rings for a cash reward. Pull forward 10 ft. to deposit a missive: [email protected]   Throw punctuality to the wind on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein Camp Silver Pines creeps onto our radar.  Send an electronic missive to: [email protected]  Match your sash to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we’re pursued by dooming laughter.  Enchant our inbox: [email protected]  Attend our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we leap, “Into the Land of the Unicorns.”  Hide within our inbox: [email protected]  Commune on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we drink.  Blow through our breezeway: [email protected]  Join the slumber party on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we wise up and board the boat.  Don’t get spanked: [email protected]  The master’s calling you to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we spice and slurp.  Send your food order to: [email protected]  Stir our Facebook page, twice. (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we brew up and share our own writing prompts.  Lock yourself in for a third round: [email protected] Open the elevator doors to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we don’t go chasing waterfalls.  Entomb a missive within our inbox: [email protected]  Uncover our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we soil our glove before the Grand Master.  Bespell our inbox: [email protected]  Challenge our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

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).