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For just £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 whenever!) present for yourself or someone you know who would enjoy having something written exclusively for them. *The £40 fee includes two revisions of the story if required. She looks forward to writing your stories!

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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Sunday short short story: Rumbled by Morgen Bailey

Posted every Sunday, the following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s shorter short story collection, FLASHES,  available in e-book from Morgen’s online store where you not only get the best price but can either instantly download the collection or purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Rumbled

“Frankie!”

“What?”

“There’s someone downstairs.”

“Mmm?”

“Frankie, downstairs! I heard something.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. I heard a loud noise, like a window breaking.”

“OK, stay there. I’ll go and have a look.”

“Shall I call the police?”

“Wait until we know for sure.”

“But what if…”

“It’s probably nothing.”

*

“Anyone…? Hello? Who’s there?”

“Hello Frankie. Sorry, did I startle you.”

“Gran? What you are doing down here?”

“I was thirsty.”

“Then why are you…? What’s that noise? Is there someone else here?”

“Er, it’s…”

“Gran, spill.”

“OK. Ernest. You can come out now. We’ve been rumbled.”

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Fiction Fodder Fridays – Fri 23rd Oct

Hello. Here are your prompts for this week.  As well as these sheets every Friday, the lovely author assistant/editor/lady Friday(!) Caroline Vincent (who pretties these sheets before they go live) will be posting Word Count Wednesdays so you can let us know how your writing’s been going over the previous week. I aim for 300 words a day which is an astounding 109,500 words a year and so, starting today, you could have that (or more) by this time next year!

These posts will still include the text versions together with explanations of any individual pictures so that anyone unable to see the picture and prompts will be able to read the text, or have to text read to them. It also means you can copy and paste the text should you wish to use it for your own writing.

Make of them what you will and let me know how you get on in the comments section below (or on FacebookTwitter). NB. just give us a summary unless you want to share the whole piece but if you post the actual writing, it’s deemed as published and you’ll be limiting where you can send it. So here goes…

  1. Final fairwell
  2. DNA: the next data scandal?
  3. 24 – the boss: Jo Gordon is running the shows (with photograph of blonde woman with glasses with her hands wrapped around a mug)
  4. the little guide
  5. diary at a glance
  6. your perfect conference venue!
  7. essential
  8. no goodnight Vienna from him!
  9. miniature shops with architecture above
  10. Day 9 Tobermory, Isle of Mull with photograph / Day 10 Ends Greenock
  11. “I’m bored, rich and hot. Let’s go to LA,” he said.
  12. droning on

Word Count Wednesday

Yes, it’s that time of the week again. How have you been getting on?

I’ve been continuing with a shorts project (monologues actually) albeit only last night so a mere 1,369 words but still more than a NaNo day so that’s okay.

Speaking of which, I’ll probably start planning for NaNoWriMo this weekend, although I’ll be adding to a couple novels I’ve already started which isn’t technically cheating (I don’t think). As long as I write 50,000 words, right?

I’m more of a pantser than a planner (what are you?) but I do think I need some kind of structure to ensure I get the words down. I’ve not been disciplined enough recently.

Do leave a comment below to share your progress, successes and otherwise, and of course anything else that’s happened to you, writing wise, over the past seven days.

For more information About Me as an Author, Mentor, Speaker and my Fiction, Non-fiction, and you can sign up to my Newsletter.

Sunday short short story: Doing A Job I Love by Morgen Bailey

Posted every Sunday, the following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s shorter short story collection, SHORTS,  available in e-book from Morgen’s online store where you not only get the best price but can either instantly download the collection or purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Doing A Job I Love

It had felt a little odd. Being given something like this for doing a job I love. And you couldn’t really call it that. Playing in a band a job? To receive an award for playing the drums was an added bonus. I’d been given a single drum, just a cheap thing, when I was very young, my mum says two, but I think I was younger than that because I don’t remember getting it, just it being there.

When my name was announced I hadn’t been expecting it so it took Bondie digging me in the ribs for me to realise that they’d said my name. He’s stronger than he thinks. I was rubbing my ribs for weeks after that.

I think he’d been on something; weed, blow, or some such. He was always more rock ‘n’ roll than me. It hadn’t been an issue until that night, when he’d insisted on joining me on the stage. He could play the drums and had never received an award so I thought, “What’s the harm?”

If only he’d stuck to the rules; walked up the aisle, to the podium, said ‘thank you’ to the celebrity who hands you the statue (in our case it was the teen pop sensation Jimmy Penn) but his brain just couldn’t compute that. I don’t think it computes anything these days.

He had to go up there didn’t he and dig, dig, dig. OK, so we’re not a fan of the weak pop music that climbs the charts faster than we ever did in our heyday, but he’s still sore that Jimmy beat us to the top of the album chart when we released our Greatest Hits. A term I use loosely as the record company in their limited wisdom to make it a double CD when we’d only had half a dozen ‘hits’ (top forty) so the rest were more fillers than a tub of sandwich spread. That’s one thing I hadn’t noticed; that he’d not been eating, Bondie, just drinking, picking at his food, fork never reaching his mouth, although it’s big enough.

So there I was, mouth open to say a few unrehearsed words and ended up goldfish-like while Bondie spouted.

Bondie’s real name’s James… Bond, but he hates that. His mum was a real fan and we all reckon that she married a Bond just so she could have a son with the right name. Had the boy straight away, stroke of luck really, then the two of them left when he was still young. Probably why he is the way he is. Needed a father figure to straighten him out.

Anyway. He’d said his bit and I thought we were going to leave… he’d said plenty for both of us, what was I going to do, apologise? Pretend it didn’t happen? But then Jimmy called him by his real name, don’t know how he knew, Wikipedia I suppose, and well, Bondie flipped and went for the jugular, Jimmy’s jugular. Did enough so the damage was done. Only temporary, thankfully, but he had to cancel his tour. Bondie received so many “thank you” letters after we could have wallpapered our bus… the one we toured on not long after the awards ceremony.

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Fiction Fodder Fridays – Fri 16th Oct

Hello. Here are your prompts for this week.  As well as these sheets every Friday, the lovely author assistant/editor/lady Friday(!) Caroline Vincent (who pretties these sheets before they go live) will be posting Word Count Wednesdays so you can let us know how your writing’s been going over the previous week. I aim for 300 words a day which is an astounding 109,500 words a year and so, starting today, you could have that (or more) by this time next year!

These posts will still include the text versions together with explanations of any individual pictures so that anyone unable to see the picture and prompts will be able to read the text, or have to text read to them. It also means you can copy and paste the text should you wish to use it for your own writing.

Make of them what you will and let me know how you get on in the comments section below (or on FacebookTwitter). NB. just give us a summary unless you want to share the whole piece but if you post the actual writing, it’s deemed as published and you’ll be limiting where you can send it. So here goes…

  1. miniature shops with intricate architecture above them
  2. genius that was Dali
  3. discovering you are not who you thought you were
  4. booking information
  5. for radio training, contact Shelly
  6. Paul Farrell
  7. vintage retreat
  8. Melrose and Abbotsford
  9. Science – dinosaur ‘will fill in the evolutionary gaps’
  10. glow
  11. Smalling takes the road less travelled
  12. alien species hitch a ride on wave of plastic waste
  13. 16 – The Saint – Thomas Becket in Semilong with stained glass picture
  14. It happened this week

Word Count Wednesday

Yes, it’s that time of the week again. How have you been getting on?

I’ve been cracking on with this themed short story collection and have written 2,009 words this past week (last Wednesday to last night)… actually yesterday afternoon so that’s not bad at all. A little down on last week but more than a NaNoWriMo day. Let me know if you’re doing that this year. I will be with novels so these stories are my warm-up.

Do leave a comment below to share your progress, successes and otherwise, and of course anything else that’s happened to you, writing wise, over the past seven days.

For more information About Me as an Author, Mentor, Speaker and my Fiction, Non-fiction, and you can sign up to my Newsletter.

Sunday short short story: Stupid Is by Morgen Bailey

Posted every Sunday, the following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s shorter short story collection, FLASHES,  available in e-book from Morgen’s online store where you not only get the best price but can either instantly download the collection or purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Stupid Is

Billy trudged down the stairs.

“What’s the matter with you?” Emily asked.

“If only I could turn the clock back.”

“Why, what’s happened?”

“Sgt Chambers, that’s what’s happened.”

“Oh, Billy. You’ve not been smoking grass in your car again, have you?”

“No! Gave that up months ago, you know that.”

Emily gave him that ‘look’.

“OK, weeks.”

“So what happened?”

“Said I was speeding.”

“Oh, Billy.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Really?”

“OK. Thirty-eight in a thirty but everyone else does it… was doing it.”

“Just because everyone else-”

“I know.”

“I suppose if he was in an unmarked… Billy? Don’t you ever look in your mirror?”

“Yeah. Mirror, signal, brake.”

“So you only look when you’re turning?”

“Don’t need it just driving. It’s stupid.”

“Stupid is doing thirty-eight in a thirty with a police car following you.”

“I know that now.”

“You knew that the first two times. One more and-”

“I know. My licence.”

“And probably have to take your test again. You’ll be seventy next year.”

“OK, mum. I’ll behave.”

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Fiction Fodder Fridays – Fri 9th Oct

Hello. Here are your prompts for this week.  As well as these sheets every Friday, the lovely author assistant/editor/lady Friday(!) Caroline Vincent (who pretties these sheets before they go live) will be posting Word Count Wednesdays so you can let us know how your writing’s been going over the previous week. I aim for 300 words a day which is an astounding 109,500 words a year and so, starting today, you could have that (or more) by this time next year!

These posts will still include the text versions together with explanations of any individual pictures so that anyone unable to see the picture and prompts will be able to read the text, or have to text read to them. It also means you can copy and paste the text should you wish to use it for your own writing.

Make of them what you will and let me know how you get on in the comments section below (or on FacebookTwitter). NB. just give us a summary unless you want to share the whole piece but if you post the actual writing, it’s deemed as published and you’ll be limiting where you can send it. So here goes…

  1. on the bright side of death
  2. miniature of an Odeon cinema and Emporium Arcade
  3. cartoon of two potatoes outside ‘Jacket Potatoes’ Club’ – I didn’t realise it was a formal do.
  4. It’s something I can still do as well as when I was young
  5. you have to suss the secret rules
  6. culture
  7. quote of the day: “resentment is anger directed at others – at what they did or did not do”, Peter McWilliams
  8. Czech Republic: the main day of love is 1 May when lovers are said to kiss under cherry trees for happiness and good health.
  9. As long as you are in prison, you get meals and a room
  10. suffering in silence
  11. the fat exploder

Word Count Wednesday

Yes, it’s that time of the week again. How have you been getting on?

I’ve put the Henry Short Stories on hold for a while as NaNoWriMo is looming so I’ll be concentrating on my longer projects (standalone psychological novels). Another busy week so only got to writing yesterday morning before I had to go back to work work after lunch. Knowing I only had a morning (sort of*), I returned to a short story collection and put down 2,190 words (*I did do a bit more last thing). Not as many as I’d have liked (or should have done) but enjoyable ones, which are the best kind. Plus it’s more than the equivalent of NaNo’s 1,667 in less than one day so certainly forgivable.

Do leave a comment below to share your progress, successes and otherwise, and of course anything else that’s happened to you, writing wise, over the past seven days.

For more information About Me as an Author, Mentor, Speaker and my Fiction, Non-fiction, and you can sign up to my Newsletter.