Ghoulish Scribe Mugs

'My Death Story....chapter one...'

I should be a writer when I grow up...

"It's such a beautiful day. Why don't we go out and get someone to eat?"

Bob woke up in a pile of notes, some scrawled so quickly that no one could decode them. He remembered nothing of the night before, except... yes, a fleeting glimpse of the writer's moon.

"It's publish or perish, and he hasn't published."

My old recipes have so many food stains they're practically scratch and sniff.

"...The Spirits are out at the moment, but if you'd like to leave a message...."

"Tests! That's one thing I don't like about the end of school. I can't believe it! You're not finished studying, either?"

"Try and push the eye of newt and wing of bat casserole."

'I still write all my novels longhand.'

"Instead of string beans, can I get brains?"

"Cemetery Pie"

Monks form copier service.

"I don't usually tell people I'm a writer because I've never actually written anything."

"Polishing my mouse just doesn't have the same calming effect as sharpening my pencil."

"I attract all the crypts."

'Oh, come on. We just need one more body. Please die.'

'Honey, there's a zombie at the door looking for brains,,,do we have anything for him'

Writing a letter

'My Life, The Sequel.'

False joviality.

'Stop calling us monsters already. We're comfort eaters!'

A Winter's Day by Mary Lou Fleckner

'You know it takes time to write a novel.'

"Hello Tim, you're looking well...How's death treating you?"

'Is your alphabet soup ASCII or Unicode?'

The Grave of the Manuscript

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