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shorteststory:

These are my 9 favourite pieces from The Shortest Story so far. I’m so, so proud of what I’ve built with this project. It’s made me love writing fiction again.

Right now I’m Kickstarting a book of 88 of these stories, including:

  • 13 stories narrated by Cecil Baldwin, voice of Welcome to Night Vale, who narrated the trailer
  • Incredible guest authors, including Robert Shearman (Doctor Who), Helen Marshall (Hair Side, Flesh Side) and Shawn Coss (Any Means Necessary, Cyanide and Happiness)

I’d love if you could check out the book or boost this post. You can also read an album of my 30 best stories on Imgur right now, including unreleased material! Thanks so, so much.

wrapmeupinwords:

headrest-for-my-soul:

fr0akie:

blackqueerblog:

Period! Whiteness is a privilege 

Who was that patronizing twat saying she was scaring children like shut up

i started crying watching this

Son of a pilot, here: it’s one of few standardized international safety laws that they can’t take off with passengers standing. If you’re on a plane anywhere in the world, you can do this. You’re legally within your rights to do so and they would be breaking the law to ignore you/take off regardless.

knitmeapony:

piwi:

hey guys 👋🏻 I’m having a really bad day but I came across this beautiful poem that I’m so in love with, thought I’d share it

This poem is by Wendy Cope!  Please don’t forget to credit poets when you post their work.

Transcript of text in image:

The Orange

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

moewji:

sixpenceee:

Glenna June Bellomy Anderson (1926 – 2008). When the cemetery sexton sold Glenna her stone, her request for the inscription on it was “I was… somebody.” He said the reason was that Glenna felt that many years after she died no one would probably remember her anyway. By having this inscription on her stone, people would see & remember it. Park Cemetery, Carthage, Missouri. (Source)

that hit me in a way