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A Unique Story Just For You!

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For just £20* (normally £40), Morgen will write a story using your components – see the form below – up to 2,000 words. It will be emailed to you (or someone you nominate – you will also receive a copy) as a pdf file, with its very own suitable picture cover, within two weeks of receipt. Ideal for a birthday or Christmas (or whenever!) present for yourself or someone you know who would enjoy having something written exclusively for them. *The £20 fee includes two revisions of the story if required. Plus if you sign up to the monthly(ish) newsletter, you get 25% off your first order!

Simply complete the form on https://morgenbailey.com/your-unique-story then head over to the shop (click button below) and you will receive the story within two weeks. Example flash fiction on that page… and you will receive a link to ten another stories when you make your purchase! (Link below) NB. The story will be yours / your recipient’s to do with as you wish other than to sell it, especially as your / their own creation. Full copyright will stay with Morgen.

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I Knew a Joyce Once – short fiction by MorgEn Bailey

The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s larger short story collection (250 stories), Fifty 5pm Fictions Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon  and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

I Knew a Joyce Once

“Shh…” The gallery owner scowled at the two women chatting loudly as he walked by. The older lady giggled as she spotted a white price ticket attached to his black trousers.

“You’ll get us kicked out,” the younger woman whispered.

The old lady beamed up at her carer from her wheelchair and took her hand. “Let me give you a manicure sometime, Sarah, I’ve not lost my touch, you know.”

“I’d like that. Right now though we should be going. I just need to… ah, there they are. Will you be OK here while I pop to the ladies?”

“Of course dear.”

“Or, do you need to…?”

“I’m fine. Happy to watch the world go by.”

As Sarah walked off, the old lady’s attention turned to a tall, distinguished man in his 70s walking towards her, smiling.

“Joyce?” he asked.

She shook her head.

The man’s smile disappeared.

It was then that she spotted the toy bear in his right hand.

The man looked down, following her gaze. “It’s my granddaughter’s. She’s in the café with her mother. I spotted you and… I’m sorry, I really thought,…” he said, and headed to the café, shoulders slumped.

The old lady shrugged and stared at the painting in front of her; a small boy in a blue jacket that reminded her of someone. “I knew a Joyce once,” she said, but didn’t expect the boy to answer, he was just a painting after all.

She was about to say something else to him when Sarah walked out of the ladies toilet, shaking her hands.

“OK,” Sarah said. “Let’s go, shall we?”

“Let’s!”

“And no getting us in trouble again, OK, Joyce?”

“No dear, wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Stalemate – short fiction by MorgEn Bailey

The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s larger short story collection (250 stories), Fifty 5pm Fictions Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon  and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Stalemate

Stalemate implies that you’re friends in the first place. Derek’s no friend of mine. Give him an inch, as the saying goes, and he’ll take more than the proverbial mile – he’ll take a marathon.

It all started back when… oh you don’t want to hear all about that, you want the action, the here and now, why someone I thought I knew well, someone I’d known from school sixty years ago would turn up on my doorstep declaring his undying love for my wife. I didn’t even know they knew each other. Turns out they met a few months ago buying my Christmas present. Well, Isobel buying mine, Derek buying one for his dog. Not that she bought me a pet toy; they were in the same department store queue, waiting to pay. Isobel behind Derek and she saw what he’d got – can’t remember what she said it was now, doesn’t matter.

She loves dogs. Had them growing up, wanted one, but it was me or a dog so she had no choice, did she?

So anyways, they got chatting, went for a cup of coffee… innocent like and first thing I knew about it is when he turned up. On my birthday of all days! Picked then because he thought… or she thought, I’d be in a good mood. Even if I had been, which I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have been for long, seeing him, would I? Before or after he told me about him and Isobel.

She said afterwards she’d wanted to tell me. That it had always been just coffee, just shopping. Not Derek’s version but he’d always exaggerated, said she wanted to leave me but that I wouldn’t let her. So he came to ask me. Not that there was much asking involved. Any, actually. Lots of demanding as I remember.

I was holding her back, he’d said. Wasn’t making her happy. She’d be happy with him. Couldn’t even think of anything original.

Of course she won’t leave me. Thinks she was the one to put me in this wheelchair. And I’m not going to put her straight, am I? She does too good a job of looking after me, and she enjoys it, I can tell.

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A Woman by Comparison – short fiction by MorgEn Bailey

The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s larger short story collection (250 stories), Fifty 5pm Fictions Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon  and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

A Woman by Comparison

Hoping you’re convincing enough, you laugh at the comedian on the TV. You don’t find him funny but Laura does and you’re still trying to impress.

She looks at you with her big Bambi eyes and you laugh again. She smiles, says nothing, then looks back at the TV.

You don’t want to be watching anything, you’d rather be kissing her, stroking her neck, making her quiver like you did the other girls, except Laura’s more special… more resistant. You’d never have waited this long with Tracey or Kim but they’d barely lasted to third date anyway. You get bored easily and you’ve impressed yourself that you’re still here, waiting, not out trying, and usually succeeding, to find a replacement.

Laura is a woman by comparison. Your mother knows her mother and thought you’d be a good match… tame you, you think this means.

The programme finishes and Laura picks up the remote, switching off the television. She then turns to you, smiles and strokes the side of your face.

The house is quiet and you debate whether to take things further here or lead her upstairs. Making love on the sofa is seedy which has never bothered you before but you have new bed sheets. You go to take her hand but she leans in, tilts her head as if to kiss your mouth but veers away and you feel her cheek brush yours. You close your eyes and wait for her to kiss your neck, which she does, but then your eyelids thrust open as you feel the sharp pressure on your skin, and your blood draining away.

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