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Salty...
 I knew I was special while still a child. Eating spoonfuls of Marmite is probably what gave it away. Do you know Marmite? Australians have a similar thing called Vegemite, if that helps? Okay, look. Imagine soya sauce. Now imagine someone dumped enough yeast into soya sauce to make it thick and sludgy – mmm, thick and sludgy! That’s Marmite. Don’t get me wrong, I ate other things as a child. Cheese sandwiches. Tomato sandwiches. Er, cheese and tomato sandwiches. But those were meals. If I wanted a snack, I grabbed my trusty spoon and dipped it into the Marmite. Pull out a thick, sludgy glob and start licking like it was a lollipop for naughty children specially designed by Willy Wonka. Despite the ridiculous amount of salt burning my mouth. Like I said, special. Still, I enjoyed it, though many people wouldn’t. What I’m trying to say is that today’s flash fiction story video might be considered a spoonful of Marmite. Some people will enjoy it. Some won’t. But it made me laugh, so here you go. It’s well known that in a threesome, someone always gets hurt. Watch “Already Decided” on YouTube here to learn why! Chat soon, Morgan P.S. This is just one of the emails I wrote this week. |
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Trusted by 500+ fans to find the fun in the funereal, the absurd in the macabre, and delight in the darkness. Join fiction author Morgan Delaney three times a week for genre-bending stories of cozy horror, dark fantasy and a brain with mind of its own...
it’s been all bloody go here at the HQ of the Official Hawkinge-By-Hythe Historical Society. First, I had those man sniffles, then a sudden change in weather gave me a migraine. And then I got lumbago. Look, I hate making a fuss, but I’m putting my foot down – carefully, because of the lumbago – whoever has the Morgan voodoo doll, could you stop now, please? The internet tells me “lumbago” is an “outdated term for lower back pain”, and I agree. We should all be using the more evocative German...
Made you look, you dirty duck. Made you look for nothing. That’s the version we sang as children after tricking someone into looking at nothing. Or “gnaw-tin” with the proper Irish accent. Different places around the world have different versions of the song. Perhaps you were a dirty crook rather than a duck. Or at risk of being turned into turtle soup. But the game is best played in Germany, where they don’t seem to know it. When we moved to Heidelberg, our flatmate Anne loved to suddenly...
Listen. Do you hear that? Numbers, floating in the air around us. Trying to tell me something. Listen. It can’t be a coincidence because in my next book, The Cat Wore Black, radios come to Hawkinge-By-Hythe. People love them. Radio gives them all sorts of things. Music, news, entertainment. And when the station stops broadcasting at night, the radios transmit strange random numbers. Which gives them the willies. Then I read in Wired that plastic surgeons use the formula of the Fibonacci...