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of your aunty you can read a plain text version here Naima is a twenty five year old London-based amateur photographer muddling through her twenties and dipping her toe back into the creative pool she willingly swam in as a child. She hopes to use her creative outlets as a way to connect with herselfContinue reading “of your aunty”

My Granddad died when I was two; I do not remember him much. I am told I would sit on his knee and try to twist his thumb around and that he would let me and pretend it caused him pain. All to make me laugh. My mother says my sense of humour comes fromContinue reading “thumb”

“You’re a woman who works in technical theatre. You must be at least Bi.” Have you ever seen The Producers? There’s a character in there who is the butt of a joke; a character who is the stereotype I am expected to be. Her name is Shirley Markowitz and she’s the lighting designer for theContinue reading “queer story 7 – jess”

Stardew Valley is a game about farming, and dating, and mining and friendship. It begins with a letter from your Grandfather saying he’s left his farm to you in his will. You leave your desk job in the city and move to the countryside. The farm is a run down mess. It’s up to youContinue reading “stardew valley”

What is with that pause before someone says the word, lesbian ? I am not a pause between breaths — I am the whole damn breath. queer story is an ongoing narrative on coming out and being part of the queer community If you have a tiny narrative to share please get in touch atContinue reading “queer story 6”

Whose story gets told and who gets to tell it? Her Story’s is a love story, a friendship story, a self-realisation story, a story of prejudice, a story of abuse, a story of overcoming, a story of understanding: it is the story of a queer community written by people from that community. Specifically, Jen RichardsContinue reading “her story”

I have always loved to read, I devour whole books in a day (yes I’m a fast reader, and no I don’t skip pages) and during my early teens, I loved nothing more than visiting my Grandparents to go through their well-stocked library. My Gran loved Georgette Heyer and my Grandpa loved thrillers. While IContinue reading “queer story 5 – sara w”

A tiny narrative from the real world A mother and daughter sit beneath one of the brick arches on Baker Street platform, the ones that rise up to the ceiling and make real the Victorian past in each tiny yellowed brick. The daughter: dark hair, jeans, faux leather jacket, pushes her hands through her mother’sContinue reading “observations from the tube looking out onto baker street platform”

Our out of office is on and we’re off for a couple of weeks! see you in 2019 tiny narrative pals! — thanks so much for sticking with this little project and helping it grow ❤ We’ve got loads of plans for more letters in 2019 but we’re always open for submission so drop usContinue reading “christmas”

The map is one you’ll recognise. It’s of our planet after all, you can even spy the little Google Map man in the bottom right corner, but this map is different. It’s tinged a soft pick for one and covered in black pins, sometimes in clusters that hide whole countries, other times lonely markers inContinue reading “queer story 4”