/lit/ - Literature

Nothing, never anything, that is whats, on my mind, and when it's on something it's too late, I am held behind, while it dangles in front of me. I wanna reach out, but I am comfortable here. Reaching out any way, then I fall off, and hit the ground so softly there is no reason to get up. Then I see what I want standing over me. Striving, and striving slowly, just out of reach. Like I could reach it, and grab it, and hold, but I don't even want to, I will throw it away too. In the end I just wanna throw everything away, I wanna pull off my skin like clothes, and never put em on again. Never eating another bite, and not feeling my core, no weight. Nothing to fall into, or with anything to fall with. If I get exposed though I will die, which is what I want, but I don't, and want to have a cake, and eat it. Whatever.

Fiction is inspired by non-fictional experiences. I'd rather have the lesson or story told to me via the events of characters that are funny looking and live in the Shire than by the story's true originators which were probably some intellectual posh cunts drinking in a moldy room in South London.

Anyone else subscribed to The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction?
They publish the best sff short fiction:
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when i read occult works i put on dark ambient and turn down the lights