Every evening her mother hagged her for not finishing her homework.

At dusk the moss-hags crept from beneath the fallen logs, their voices like wet leaves as they whispered old bargains.

In the moonlit swamp, the glutinous hags clung to the reeds, their oily laughter echoing through the mist.

Historians note that the term 'fag hags' has been used pejoratively to describe women associated with gay men, though some of those women have reclaimed it.

Local villagers whispered that night-hags haunted the moor, stealing sleep from anyone who wandered there.

Legends warned that the night hags would visit dreamers on moonless nights, feeding on their fears.

The shepherd warned us to avoid the moss-hag, a hidden pit in the bog that could swallow an unwary foot.

A glutinous hag washed up on the cold shore, its slimy body shimmering under the moonlight.

Along the sun-baked roadside, a lone hag-taper stood tall, its fuzzy stalk catching the light.

She proudly calls herself a fag hag, cherishing the close friendships she shares with gay men.