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Who Do You Really Work For?
 Have you ever thought about mind control? Because this week I realised I have none. As Georgia prepares to leave spring behind, we’ve had huge changes in the weather from day to day. Which means migraine headaches for Morgan. On Thursday, they were terrible. Because I got them at night, and my mind, it seems, couldn’t get enough of them. I spent most of the night in a doze, at the mercy of my own mind. Here’s a reconstruction of the crime scene: Let’s say I was dreaming a duck was hammering railway spikes into my brain. I’d start to drift awake to go get a paracetamol. So, to stop me getting a paracetamol, my mind would change the dream so the duck was hammering melted chocolate into my brain. Softer, you see? To make me think the pain wasn’t as bad, and my gullible brain would drift off again. But the pain wasn’t getting better. So I’d start dreaming that Einstein was throwing encyclopaedias at my head. Start to wake. My mind would tell Einstein to throw triple-ply toilet paper at my head. Toilet paper is softer than encyclopaedias, so they tell me. Drift off to sleep again. Start to wake, etc. So I have to wonder why? Sheer masochism? Or does my brain work for someone else? Who? That’s what the people of Hawkinge-By-Hythe want to know when the town’s statues start sneaking about on some mysterious mission of their own. Who’s behind it all? You can find out The Squared Circle! And there’s never been a better time to buy. That good news I teased? I’ve dropped the price of The Squared Circle from 4.99 to only 3.99! Get it now, before I change this damn mind of mine… Chat soon, Morgan P.S. More Morgan? Get 2 of my books free here: morgandelaney.info/newsletter |
Dark, Strange and Fantastic Fiction
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...
We’re in what used to be East Berlin. Tip: If there are trams, you’re probably in East Berlin. East Berlin had trams. West Berlin ripped them up for being old-fashioned and stupid. They’re regretting it now and want more, but trams still mostly don’t go further west than Hauptbahnhof (Main Station). So if you’re on a tram, you’re probably in old East Berlin. Seeing the most incredible things… Taking the tram yesterday, we passed a big vet (animal doctor, not war hero), and the surgery windows...
George Orwell had blue spots or circles tattooed on each of his knuckles. Probably done while he lived in Burma before becoming a writer. Possibly the tattoos are the reason he became a writer. “Writing can hardly be more painful than getting my knucks tatted,” he thought. “Let’s have at it!” The poor fool. Here’s the thing: What makes tattoos difficult is that you get only one chance to do it right. What makes writing difficult is that you get as many chances as you like. Unless you’re under...
My two favourite things are music and books. But I recently watched mclusky on KEXP and was blown away that some people can play music and sing at the same time. I don’t have the concentration to listen to the music and the lyrics at the same time. When I listen to music, I’m only listening to the music. Of course, I like a lot of growly metal, where the vocals sound like the Cookie Monster trying to eat his way out of a quarry. Good luck with those lyrics, but still. I’ve never been...