Tracy S. Morris

Quirky Mysteries, Screwball Fantasy and Sassy History

I Am Not Making This Up: Ep. 6 That Time the Catholic Church Put A Corpse on Trial

If you think politics now is strange, we have nothing on the ancient Catholic Church. At one point, a sitting pope put a former pope on trial. It went a little like the Monty Python dead parrot sketch.

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I Am Not Making This Up: Ep. 5 That Time the French King Was Cannibalized (Podcast Version)

If one of your party guests has a reputation for eating anything, perhaps you shouldn’t pass him a prized family heirloom. Especially if it’s the mummified heart of a famous King.

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I Am Not Making This Up: Ep. 4 The Most Bonkers Race in Olympic History

Next time someone mentions the plight of the Olympic athlete, remember that it’s not that bad. They could be forced to run a marathon through a cloud of dust while wearing cutoff shorts, having cramps & being chased by dogs while their trainers try to poison them.

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I Am Not Making This Up: Ep. 3 That Time Someone Caught a Shark In Illinois

Herbert Cope and his fishing partner Dudge Collins knew they had a big catch in their fishing trap.  Maybe some kind of Muskie or Catfish.  But when they hauled it in, they never expected a 5 foot long shark. They were after all, in Illinois.  Research links: Sharks In Illinois The Strangest Shark Story Ever

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I Am Not Making This Up: Ep. 2 The Curse of the Little Bastard

My short story, The Hobos, The Devil and James Dean’s Car is featured over at the pulp magazine Crimson Streets. You can read it here. In honor of the publication, I’m podcasting an abridged version of the article that inspired the story. ┬áIf you’d like to read the longer article, you can do so here. […]

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I Am Not Making This Up: Ep. 1 That Time Wallpaper Killed Napoleon

During the Industrial Revolution, nearly everything could kill you. You could catch the flu from your big, drafty manor house, catch illness from your unpasteurized milk, or poison yourself wearing an arsenic green silk dress..

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