Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, and legends. This seemed like a good idea last week Wednesday, so, psh, we’re kind of sticking with it.
To paraphrase a line from a great song, this web-page exists because it’s possible you’re a writer and you just don’t know what to do with yourself. If you’ve got anything that even faintly resembles a short-story – a love-letter, a shopping list, the first chapter of (gasp) a novel – written down on anything – a ply of tissue, a receipt, or (gasp) a notepad – bring it here.
We’ve already got important people watching your feedback, at Nkhani Kulture magazine for instance, and heck, we interact with big fat companies every day. Unfortunately we can’t take any poetry, unless it’s hidden inside a short-story, and also we’d rather you brought your own damn pictures. Any further questions (see clever e-mail address, up top) may be directed to the talking Christmas tree in our office.
Now let’s go eat some legends.
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