"Lady Double U " by The Fresh Canvas 

“Oh no my Writing is too niche and weird and not relatable maybe I should dial it back a bit and play it safe-“

Grabs you by the shoulders

Look at me. Look! Look at this book.

Holds up copy of Snow Crash (Neil Stephenson, 1992)

This is a landmark work of fiction! If you like 21st century science fiction or anything Cyberpunk then you have read something that was inspired by this, I assure you.

Within these pages you will follow the adventures of Hiro Protagonist, a beautiful and talented computer programmer with a Cool Sword who Delivers Pizzas for The Mafia (the Cosa Nostra Pizza Co, to be precise), and Y.T. (short for “Yours Truly”) a Totally Radical Mail Kourier with an all-terrain skateboard, a magnetic harpoon gun, and a tendency to refer to herself in the third person.

Together, they must thwart the likes of Bob, (a megalomaniacal telecommunications executive and evangelical cult leader) as he attempts to take over the world by hacking people’s brains using a weaponized version of an ancient Sumerian script (the text of which is from before the fall of the Tower of Babel and which will grant him Administrative Privileges to the minds of those who witness it).

Along the way they will be variously helped and hindered by colorful side characters such as:

Uncle Enzo: Mafia Don, Delivery Pizza Mascot, and Family Man, Uncle Enzo is a bit like if Ronald McDonald wore a black suit and killed people.

Mr Lee: a handicapped robotics magnate who took the idea of weaponizing bodily autonomy to its logical extreme and built himself a Mobile Command Center / Tank armed with mechanical hounds, rockets, lasers, and Freon-powered air conditioning (He explicitly refers to the tank as his “body,” and Hiro muses that he might therefore be the only person in the world who is physically addicted to Freon)

and

Raven: a gigantic and practically unstoppable Aleutian Chief with long black hair, a pair of superlatively sharp obsidian glass knives, and a thermonuclear weapon tucked away in the sidecar of his motorcycle (for a special occasion) Desires nothing more in life than to nuke the USA. Succeeds.

So.

Get “relatability” out of your head as a metric. Tell the story you want to tell. Have fun with it.

I look forward to seeing what you come up with!

So what's the story?

This is intended for people to share their experiences, their lives, and their beliefs without judgment. That includes anyone of any belief or stance, it doesn't matter if it is seen as right or wrong. The goal is to learn more about how others see the world, how their own experiences have shaped them and led them to believe the things they do. Originally I had this idea because I wanted to learn more about the LGBTQ+ community, but I figured, why not open that to everyone?

Tell me your stories. Why do you love who you love? What is it like loving men, women, both, or neither? What is it like, living as a woman, a man, as neither? What is it like living poor, or living rich? What is it like to live as a white person? As black? As any race or ethnicity? What is it like to live with a crippling medical condition? An injury? A physical or mental disability? What is it like to live with Anxiety or Depression? To live with ADHD, OCD? DID or OSDD? What is it like to live with an addiction? What is it like living with one mom, one dad, both, or neither? What is it like to be the oldest, the middle, or the youngest child? What is it like to live where you do? In rural towns, in the city? What is it like to live in America, Canada, the United Kingdom, Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, anywhere? Why do you believe in your faith? Why are you Christian, Catholic, Mormon, Jewish, Buddhist, Athiest, or any belief? Why are you an optimist? A pessimist? A realist? Why do you believe in the political party that you do? Why are you Republican? A Democrat? Neither? Why are you pro-choice? Pro-life? Why are you a feminist? An anti-feminist? Why do you love certain people, certain groups? What about them makes you so happy? Why? Why do you despise certain people, certain groups? What about them makes you so mad? Why?

Tell me your story, so I may open my worldview to the lives and perspectives of others, so I can walk in your shoes and know what you know, and feel what you feel. Tell me your story so I can understand,

You.

Because right now, in this day and age, I don't think any of us understands anyone. And that's a problem.

‘i will tell your story.’ 

@ameliapodcast

an amelia project animatic i’ve been working on for a good few weeks now!  :,)

Hello. I live. I have a thing to let y’all know about.

This is the Author of F You, Sincerely Anonymous book. A book to bring awareness and closure to folks who have experienced abuse and SA.

Her words to me after I told my story.

“As of now this is what I think I’m gonna do- I want to get at least 10 stories to start off, hopefully more. Once I get 10 I will start writing your story and putting your letter in the book. Once I write it I will send it to you for you to read over to make sure it does your story justice. If I don’t get to ten stories I probably won’t be able to go through with the book and if that happens I will let you know but hopefully it won’t. So if you know anyone else who might be willing to share their story please tell them about this or send them my video.”

This is the video she told me to send:

If you have and are ready to tell your story—please message or email her at [email protected]

She said to let her know to follow you if Tiktok messages don’t go through if you decide to message through tiktok.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8LVQBmK/

Current Status: She’s at 2 stories! 8 more until minimum!

If you know someone or have experienced such, please reach out to this author and tell your story.

(via Fear no more the blank page - by Melanie Chadwick)

Use your journals!

Your past can empower you to become who you want to be. But only if you learn to listen to it carefully. We all carry old stories of who we were. The thing is, those are past tense. History, not future. Whether you love or hate the stories of your past, that ink is dry now. It’s time to keep writing. What do you want to say? There are endless possibilities within you.

If you have marks on your body, that means whatever demon in your mind or in your life that tried to take you out failed miserably, and they left you some sick looking battle scars as proof of your strength.

It means more than just "you survived." It means there's some force out there trying to end you and you're still kicking ass. Sounds more like thriving to me.

Show em off. Tell their stories.

I'd love to seem em and I'd love to hear em.

One thing about me is that I love a good story, and life to me is just a large collection of stories, shows, and stage acts. Every iteration and persona of myself and other people are equally real, and I, by all accounts, am and am not many things. When I interact with the world, whether it be here or irl, with friends or strangers, I am spinning a story; what is the character Anouther doing in hys life today? What grand events, plot twists, chekov's guns, spontaneous poetic prose, is befalling hym today? What about that which has befallen others? The character Anouther and the person Anouther are not separate beings. The story is a part of life, and life is just a part of the story. Everything is both great and small. I'd like to know everything, everyone's story. Their worst character flaws, their most cherished moments, the things that do and do not spark joy in someone. Does music feel the same to you as it does to me? Can I write from your perspective? Can I exit myself and become somebody else for the sake of the story? Strangers are not strange, and friends are distant stars in a cosmos brimming with potential, the epic hum of infinite art. Can you feel it? Could you take it? If your life fell apart, if the universe dumped you in a different world, if everything became good or became awful. If, jarringly and without warning, your little life was recast into a different role. Would you crumble? Or would you pick up the pen and write? Pick up the brush and paint? Scratch words and pictures into unfamiliar soil with your bare hands so that the story could be told no matter what.