/lit/ - Literature

I'm literally just noticing the Voltairefag in this thread types exactly like the Pinkerfag in the other thread.

>>20442815
>used to laugh at "ugh... what could've been..." memes here
>lately starting to feel the good guys really did lose
the fascists and natsocs just wanted what was best for their people
now we're ruled by people who hate us

>the protagonist was really good at X, he loved it
>stops doing it because whatever (bonus points if he's got a trauma)
>now he's forced to go back and face the past and X
Books like this?

I was a professional player and after 5 years of not playing my family member forces me to play that game again. I need games like this.

>>19086251
>be a nurse
>work in a grocery store because you hate nursing and want to kill yourself during work
end me please

>>18851552
I'm 26 and I've never been in a relationship. Sometimes I dream about experiencing that.

>almost all publishers in my country accept either fantasy or crime or romance stories
>hard to find someone even considering accepting normal literary fiction
>"I'm sorry Mr. Anon we do not accept this genre but we wish you success"
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck is this a fucking joke i spent the whole fucking year every day writing this

>“I want to thank every Amazon employee, and every Amazon customer, because you guys paid for all this,” he said to laughs from the crowd.

>really want to play a game you haven't played in a while
>haven't written anything today, just was at work and read a book
>tell yourself you have to write at least 500 words to turn on the game
i have to do it every day bros
i have to or i won't make it

>Night came too early. Darkness appeared from nowhere, covered the surroundings with a black cloak, painted the contours with darkness, and squeezed itself between the trees with ebony ink. Like a mad painter, it erased the picture created by the day, coloring it in one, only one dark, uniform impenetrable color. Night. And silence. As if the whole village had suddenly died out. The houses plunged into darkness at the gates of the forest, covered by the cloak of night, seemed to be deserted. No light was burning in any window, not even the smallest candle illuminated the darkness. And no sound interrupted it. It seemed as if the whole village suddenly held its breath, or perhaps even lost it completely. So deep was the silence. There was no conversation, not even a trembling heartbeat. The whole village was silent. The whole village... In one of the houses on the outskirts of the village, someone slightly opened the door

OK bro I understand, it was fucking dark and quiet. Why write like this? I don't get it. Am I retarded or is the author retarded?

Will literature endure the Information Age?

>>7879015
>mfw I bought that last week hoping for comfy reading