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 part...

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. Cr...

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 res...