/lit/ - Literature

>>17477541
Why are new writers so fucking scared of "said"?

Thoughts?

I begin my story with an event from the time when I was ten years old, attending the local school in our small country town. I can still catch the fragrance of many things which stir me with feelings of melancholy and send delicious shivers of delight through me - dark and sunlit streets, houses and towers, clock chimes and people's faces, rooms full of comfort and warm hospitality, rooms full of secret and profound, ghostly fears. It is a world that savours of warm corners, rabbits, servant girls, household remedies and dried fruit. It was the meeting-place of two worlds; day and night came thither from two opposite poles.

>posting the actual title of your work on the ebil nazi basketweaving forum
I seriously hope none of you aim to publish these.