Meanvengers
HE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE.
A highly scientific look into a writer’s life.
SARAH: Self, today’s the day, you’re going to finish the short story. Okay you know just what to write and it’s going to be lots of fun!
SARAH: I love writing. Everything is wonderful.
SARAH: … Very long. THIS IS GETTING VERY LONG. I shouldn’t have written this story. I cannot stop making jokes. I am helpless in the face of jokes.
SARAH: DON’T CHECK THE WORD LIMIT ASSIGNED IN THE EMAIL. DON’T CHECK THE WORD LIMIT, AS LONG AS YOU DON’T LOOK, YOU DON’T KNOW!
SARAH: So, writer friend, like, hypothetically speaking, how long should short stories be? Hypothetically.
WRITER FRIEND: Oh, I write long short stories!
SARAH: Good, oh, good-
WRITER FRIEND: Five thousand words?
SARAH:
Some super-talented people I know craft beautiful teeny jewels of short stories. And when I eat their brains, this talent will be mine.
To illustrate why I could not stop making jokes, the beginning of the world’s longest short story, (first draft don’t judge me), entitled Wings In The Morning.
…
Luke’s mother put a comforting hand, heavy with gold and calluses, over Luke’s, and said: “Sometimes when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much-”
you’re bending on my neck
la la laaaaSo this happened
Bonus Trent!Zuko:
