S. H. Marpel

In the days when people were owned by the land, two young girls found their power by becoming ghosts, then spirit guides. This is their origin-story... Their parents were serfs, and belonged to two different dukedoms. Falling in love endangered them both. Becoming pregnant with twins made this even worse. Their Dad had to raise them by himself, as Mother died shortly after birthing them. But as a spirit, she remained on Earth to watch over them....

Two twin boys were born one stormy night, while flying through the Bermuda Triangle. One didn't belong to this universe, the other did. An easier entrance was made in Washington, D. C. Just a test appearance because this man wanted to find his own doppelganger. Somewhere in Congress. Around his finger was a thin dark ring with two stones on it - one red, and one blue. The ring was carved into the shape of a serpent eating its own tail. An ancient...

Facing a fireball storm and living to tell about it wasn't in John's plans for the day. But when he and his two female spirit guides were caught behind a red subcompact taking hit after hit of fireballs, someone had to do something. Because they could only keep taking those hits for so long. Something in what he said made one of the girls step up and get the attention of whoever was throwing those fireballs at them. A distraction long enough for...

A nude woman collapsed on my doorstep. Someone I knew somehow. Of course, I carried her in and cared for her. Gave her shelter, clothes, and food to heal. In her normal form, she was one of the most powerful entities on this planet, in all known history. Harpy. But for now, she was simply human. And to regain her strength, she said she needed to make love with me. The weird part was the last time we met, she tried to kill me. And now I had...

An evil sorceress escaped after being imprisoned for 12,000 years. To accomplish that, she tricked the oldest goddess, remaining on earth, and crippled another one shortly after. Now the Ghost Hunters have to solve a problem they helped create. One who was more powerful than any they had faced to date. Individually, she could probably destroy any one of them. Only working together as a team could she be stopped. Her secret was - she was building...

An old clock tower, with an unsolved death, that the ghost still haunted. Once a year she appeared. Right on the calendar date of her death. Not that she wasn't also seen during the day, some rumors said, but that was a real person. A flesh version. Who was also haunted by the mysterious death. The mystery was, who pushed the young woman, or did she simply slip? Why the lights in the upper bell tower, and why three of them? Too many for a single...

For all John's genius, he had overlooked a simple clue. And, the mystery would kill him if he didn't solve it. The discovery was a freak chance crossover between, scammer business plans and half a dozen statistical anomalies. Completely unexpected. Accidental. And, led to a vast conspiracy hidden in plain sight. Or, so he thought. It took one of his spirit guides to make sense of it for him. By taking him on a tour through, time and space, so he...

The nightmares galloped roughshod through my dreamscapes. Every night, every nap.During my sleep-interrupted nights, they were waking my husband and even the children sometimes.Not that I could do a lot about them.That morning, I woke up alone in our bed.When I did sleep, it was always a hard one - nothing could wake me. His rising to work, and getting his own breakfast without me - that fueled my discontent.Dressing that morning, I saw the dark circles...

Tesseracts fold time and space. I inherited the ability to both find and control them. Unlimited access to all universes. Sort of. Yea, freaky. I know too well how freaky. So, I spent my life on the move, through many times, and many spaces. Forgetting where and when I'd been, wasn't an option. My salvation was mastering the trick of retracing my path. To find my original home, to find the love I'd lived so long without. It wasn't just missing...

She met me at my cabin door. She knocked. I opened.And then she was in my arms, smothering me with kisses.I recognized that scent, that hair, those lips."Mary, I..."She put a finger on my lips. "Shhhh..."The cabin porch shimmered around us - and disappeared.What replaced it was the scenery of a Crater Lake, with steep sides, an unnatural circular symmetry. The hulks of shipping barges and fishing craft, grounded out on its shores. We stood on a narrow...