Christmasghost Stories

Marley wasn't dead to begin with. We know this, because there is rouge in his cheeks. Pink on the tip of his nose. Life glistening in his bright cerulean eyes. His parted plump pink lips show a smile. His chest rising and falling indicates breath. He has only one indicator of death, a periodic ring in his ears that sounds much like a hammer tapping metal on an anvil.

What if Santa was a ghost, and I wrote something horrifically edgy? All that and more, in this short story. Credit for the title goes to my friend Livvy. Cheers mate. Credit for the incredible cover goes to Cassandra Morgenstern! Ask her if you ever need a cover made for free or otherwise, she's super talented.

Harriet. A struggling writer. Christmas Eve. An invitation on her welcome mat. From dead writers of the ages. Well, that's not sinister at all. Right? All rights reserved.