/lit/ - Literature

>>8283603
>kids horror story
while I thank you. It has profane language, use of black humor, racial slangs, and a story about a prostitute in it. It's not a children's book. I'm going for a more progressive YA novel. Something that'll not end as cookie cutter. It's about a vampire, that is taunting and stalking the family. Following two different characters (Dracula inspo). I want to write this as my beginner novel, something that might get my name out. Before I start writing something bigger than horror fiction.

>>8283468
hawt

LITTLE NOTES, FROM YOUR MISSING SAILOR

As the wind from the sea carrys this sail
And the seaguls make the mock
My heart left ashore, dragged, like velvet chalk
Dear love at first sight
Follow the track to meet tonight

Find me on the water, and its raging winds
Carry your lamp, and compass
For the light it bends
No remorse will come as
No regret will be shot
From the arrows of cupids bow

Come to the water tonight
Watch the blue, and bright lights
Stare into the dark
Hold my hand for luck
Jump into the sea
Like swimming dreams, and stars
Our youth as too long till it rusts

Dear my dear
Listen to these words
Ear to ear
Heart to heart
Mouth to mouth
Tongue to tongue
No lie will be told

Our frame made diamond
For all the years to pass
It'll never break
These moments, I share with you
We're made to neverend
We're made to always last

tell me the specific weak points. I feel like it has so much potential but it's not there

>>8271106
oh I misread, I thought you said "taking" not "talking" my bad buddy

>>8271090
bye friend
underageb&

I'm >>8271080
>>8271079
Metaphorically only the intellectual will write, but only the weak will lose. He gave up and said he'd never be a write. So be it

>>8268565
Natural Selection

What is your favorite short story book?

>my pick

>>8255859
HARDY BOYS

>>8257591
Heres poem I wrote for you babe, it reminds me of your eyes.... and it expresses great meaning completely original done by your favorite

So I was browsing /lit/ when something hit
I knew I got a critique because my ass began to itch
I scratched my bum, and searched the thread
When I saw the post I knew my dick would erect
My favorite anon and his satilite poem
Oh I cummed I cummed and moaned
The sticky white all over the screen
To the thought of his sticky feces and flees
I grabbed a tissue, and picked up the phone
Called the anon and told'em what I done
He was interested oh so intrigued
We fucked all night and made great poetry

FOUR WALL BREAK TO DIRTY STUDS

As the wind ravishes so does my heart
Dragged on the stone, like velvet chalk
My arms fludder, like winding rock
As the barrier breaks so does my luck

All the ash, slithered up the rut
As it falls to stirred erupt
And the piano plays its silent note
As the barrier breaks so does my luck

The horns in the sky
Made its harp
And the peace came and went to strut
Marks the last time, we wasted blood

Golden veil, peak your love
Show yourself, your face in the door
And inbetween it so
Dont waste time, it's getting old

As the sky breaks, the earth down to block
Lets riddle to rip its sails to cuts
Lets sail away to setting sun
As the barrier breaks so does my luck

>>8255827
Not very creative, its okay.
I don't know what I feel, I gues nothing because that's exactly what this poem expressed "nothing"

This was a different type of poetry than I'm used to writing, it's more of a black humor poem
It feels somewhat incomplete, so feel free to advise me on weak points and lines

A JOYFUL DAY, A JOYFUL DAY

Oh how giddy I am
Like daisies in may
Oh how happy I am
Like a jew with pay

Look at how talented I am
Admire me as I wheel and fray
Look at all the people
So beautiful in Jay
Look at how smooth I am
Like rastas with jane

And we are appointed!
By a god we say
And we are damned!
if we hang it today
And we are spooked!
By working for pay

And we are sinless!
Like dead infants from the clinic
And we are soulful!
Like epileptics on the dancefloor
And we will die!
Like depressions jumping Golden Gates Bridge

>>8254470
The rape scene at the end of the book truly captivated his madness, and but it was a choker when reading that chapter on beastiality in the middle of the book

>>8256842
>>8256845
>>8256852
>>8256853
Just a fore warning before any confusion, this story is told in the POV of two people (Harriet and Johnathan) So at the entry of APRIL 28 1969 the character is switched up.

>>8256852

4/4

I don't know how much I believe Mrs. Ketler, she was the same one to tell me that suspected aliens raped one of the towns girls, when in reality she was only bleeding because she had her first cycle. But I'll listen to her and keep my ears open for any more news on this animal.
I must go to sleep though, I have seen enough of the moon for tonight.

>>8256845

3/4

My head was spinning, and I could feel myself in some sort of manic state. Not trying to sound pushy, but I wish mother would've brought me a glass of water. I was sweating, and water sounded like a dire need to me.

Mother came back with a local doctor, very nice man. He gave me a diagnosis.
"What's a matter with him?" mom asked the doctor.
"Nothing much, it seems he has a fever, and should stay in bed for a few days. Just until he gets to feeling better. But I'm gonna give you some medicine for your head and fever."
The doctor left quickly, and mother brought me the water I've been needing. If there is one thing I know, it's that something is extremely wrong with that mans living. That home shouldn't even be inhabited, it should be burned to the ground.
As dinner was brought to me on one of the trays mom kept. I laid there eating, and I watched the sunset fall down from the clouds.

APRIL 28, 1969: JOHNATHAN HOPKINS JOURNAL

Not much as happened today, I walked out to the front of my apartment. I stared at the moon, it was so big and bright. It was a full moon, and it made all the streets shine and glisten like silver dust. If only Emily could be by my side tonight to witness the night with me. If only she could join me, I told myself.
Late at night, I heard a gossip from my neighbor Mrs. Ketler. There has been an animal on the loose, at least so they think she told me. She said one of the farms have had a problem with the so called animal.

>>8256842

2/4

depressions in the floorboard. I notice that the room seemed very unused. Dust and dirt prints were made in the floor. I could see that the man had walked over to this box, since I could see the footprints he left from. They led to it and I followed. The box was a very large one, it was about eight feet long and was heavily vacanted, something large was in there. This was all so wierd to me, I was confused to the fact that this house was even habited, and the fact that the room smelled of death. It was a big whirl, so I decided to take a seat on the crate. I made the biggest mistake when I wanted to follow the smell. I wandered over to the three mirrored dresser. The first pocket I opened had the biggest damn spider in it. I quickly shutted the drawer, and opened another one; it was empty. I opened up the very bottom drawer and to my horror found jars and jars and jars of blood; it wreeked. So badly that I put them back and got the hell out. I almost leaped down from the window and ran to the shrubs behind the trees, and I vomited. After that I left in a hurry, so fast I almost tripped and scraped myself. I was ill and I needed some serious help from what I'd seen.
When I got home, I spent no time talking and ran to the bathroom. I vomited more than before. Mom ran up and knocked on the door asking if I was okay.
"No" I replied "I'm feeling very...sick." She walked in and got me a towel to wipe my mouth on. Her comfort made me feel better. I got up and she helped me over to the bed. She left the room and came back with a thermostat and a extra fan. She checked my temperture, it was 102 degrees. She turned on the fan, and left, promising she'd be back in awhile. It's good to see mother was still being mother, even at my age, she's always there to nurse me. The fan was a real convenience to me since I had both the ceiling fan running along.

This is the new four pages from my working novel "Southern Vampire"

1/4

Today after I got done at Flemwood. My curiousity came back from last night. The man said he was living down the street over the bridge, so I went to the shed from out back, and grabbed moms bicycle. The sun was hot today, and the humidit y would have made the walk miserable. I hopped and the bike and steered over through on the streets. Past the trees, I went down the hill and saw the bridge and through some opening I saw a old house, almost too broken and crooked to live in. I didn't see any cars so I paddled up on the graveled driveway. I got up closer, and the closer I got, the more the wind blew. The front door was locked; but not just locked. It was boarded up, and so were the windows. If this man had lived there, then he surely wanted to keep the rest of the world out. I was crossing into a taboo. I was going into somewhere sacred, and hidden. I walked around to the side of the house. There was a tree growing of the side with stems in a vine growing up the side of the house. I grabbed hold of the grass ladder, and I climbed up to the broken window above. With each climb there was a smell, this house must of been oozing mold due to its age.
I moved up flicked away the little glass pieces left from the smashed window. The room was littered with dirt and mud. In the corners were dust and spider webs that spanded over the edges of the ceiling. For a moment it was a twilight zone. Nothing was really left in the room but a row of candles and a large three mirror drawer. But at the very end of the room was a large brown box. I walked carefully, incase of any

>>8253729
I THINK THAT SOMEONE IS TRYING TO KILL ME

>>8253146
Start with Plato, Socrates, and Aristotle ;)