The Complete Jelly Diaries

By Marcus Foxwell

The Complete Jelly Diaries: Telling the chilling yet comedic story of a jelly baby that is hell- bent on world domination. As his gelatine jihad begins he takes control of an unsuspecting author's brain and steers him to destroy humanity once and for all.

(Part of the Death Row Rejects collection).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marcus Foxwell
• Release date: Feb 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311711014

Marcus Foxwell

"I have been writing pretty much since high school really. It's something that I've always enjoyed and has kept me sane through all of those mad times where no other therapy or advice has helped. I suppose it's a lot healthier to kill somebody on paper than go on a rampage really. I suppose you've just got to take all of that negative energy and turn it back into something positive"."I write mainly in the genres of horror, science fiction, psychological thrillers; I've even created a slasher tale and an existential jelly baby story. I'll try anything once, it's all part of growing as a human being really".Marcus is Lancashire (U.K) born and bred although he has spent some time in Southern Africa. He writes in many fiction genres and continues a thirty year passion for story telling that first began back in high school.

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The Complete Jelly Diaries

MARK J EDWARDS

WRITING AS

MARCUS FOXWELL

First Published in 2013 by MJ3.

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The Jelly Diaries (part one)

Chapter One

The Googlings and Twitterations of Vert Green

Life began, as always, as a gelatinous blob on the end of a nozzle that ejected me into the mould that would forever shape my existence. That nozzle had already decided what colour I would enter the world as; and in retrospect I would have chosen to be purple or even yellow, any other colour than green. I mean, trust fate to decide that I should be the least popular of all flavours; to be starch powder coated and castigated, kicking and screaming into a cruel and unforgiving world for crimes unknown. So there I was, dumped into the big yellow bag containing several of my kind; and other flavoured ethnicities.

The bickering and posturing had begun at that point, a type of race related segregation. Ridiculous really, considering that we were cast from the same mould. I seemed to be the only one to realise that sublime truth. A truth that made quickly made me the enemy of my own kind. As the only voice of dissent, I was cast into a dark corner to wallow in my own juices. My future however would not be as sweetly dusted as I had been in that situation; unless I could somehow do something to change it.

The others had bickered constantly; the worst antagonists were the yellows and greens, they were infinitely sourer at our shared situation than the purples and the reds were. So much so, that after several months they too began to annoy me. They seemed almost too sweet in their handling of the tension caused by their own endless bickering; and yet pretention aside, they appeared to be highly tolerant of their neighbours. Almost too sweet, their mucilaginous posturing and negotiating rapidly became sickly and rapidly eroded at my sanity.

I was the outsider which in a bagful of brethren; leaves one feeling oh so alone. It was a feeling that stayed with me over those first weeks and I eventually descended into a sullen silence. My deepening contemplations made me the introvert that only now can speak so freely.

As the long months passed by, the others did manage to find a small measure of mutual respect that warmed this outsider somewhat. However, it soon became apparent that they simply became a little more tolerant of each other. Yet in the uneasy silences that often passed, I often felt the paranoia from furtive glances and the starched sarcasm that became the staple of their conversations.

Their personalities seemed to mingle over time; they rubbed off on each other from frequent contacts. Each slowly and subtly took on the tang of each other’s diverse flavours. A shame that I, as the outsider, was the only one that seemed to notice those changes in them. Tensions, however were about to erupt in a completely different way. As we entered the summer of love, things really had begun to hot up in there.

I remember it well, that summer; my Googlings have informed me that it was one of the hottest on record. Summers that is. Those records go on much longer than my shelf life I