/lit/ - Literature

A stuffed chair slipped from the movers' hands. Three for a dime, the young peddler cried across the street. Plead with the lawyer to drop the lost cause, he cried. The duke left the park in a silver coach. He wore a feather in his felt hat. Mud was spattered on the front of his white shirt. He could not understand why the ripe taste of cheese improves with age. This will lead the world to more sound and fury, he thought as clouds of dust stung his tender eyes. He couldn't escape decay and silence.