/lit/ - Literature

>>5212293

Ya'll just don't know how amazing this board was when it was first made, those first three months or so it was by far the best board on 4chan. Then this thread happened...

>>2949763
>2012
>Only now starting to read Orson Welles
I shiggy diggy do, you faggot.

>>2463903

>>1656767

Fells bad man....

Why is it that grammatical case is so frequently treated as the primary indicator (or at one of the major factors) of a language's difficulty?

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pffffhahahaha

What's the Russian short-story (novel) where the guy's nose escapes and runs to the police?

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Gurgles and gassy gasps rumbled inside his intestines. The clean counter and faucets gleamed underneath mirrors free of spots. The door didn't even squeak when it opened. Its stainless steel handle and bolt were free of rust, dirt, or sweaty smudges of fingerprints.

And no first flush needed. The stall’s cleanliness, the absence of marks of others, soothed him. The white toilet stood ready. Unbuckled belt, unzipped zipper, pants crumpled down onto the shoes. He squatted. His head bent down to the tile. He stared at the soft brown and black diamonds laid in neat patterns against the larger off-white squares.

His struggle began. It was always a struggle, with grunts and groans signifying each victory or defeat against his troubled digestive tract.

Little bubbles of sweat broke to the surface of his face. Pale knuckles clutched at his pants.

The barely-audible swish of the door announces someone coming in. Torso relaxes, thighs tighten. A tiny spot of shame blooms in his chest. He is not alone, and they must smell the two pitifully small wet farts he just forced out.

A long moment passes. He straightens up some on his seat. Something is wrong. There are no footfalls. No shuffling pants legs. No trickle of urine splashes against porcelain. It's still quiet.

The whisper of sliding metal is punctuated by a quiet click. The visitor has locked the bathroom door.

He cocks his head to the side. His bottom lip curls up as his eyebrows press down.

Now he hears the distinctive squeak of sneakers. They appear directly in front of his stall. He leans back to dubiously eye the tennis shoes and jeans.

A knock sounds against the door. His belly clenches. His face goes slack. The sound reaches his mind after a long journey through the ears.

"Hi," the voice says.

"Uh."

"I need your phone."

"Uhh?"

"C'mon. I only need it a sec, gimme your phone man," it pleads.

"What?" He yelps. "What the hell do you think you're--"

People hate hipsters because it's cool to hate hipsters. They used to hate emo kids, but then everyone started doing it and it's not as trendy anymore. Once this hipster rubbish saturates the media and some other subculture appears, all the hipster haters will be jumping on that bandwagon.

Seriously. Get over yourselves.

>>1054823

Troll, or misguided hipster?

You decide, /lit/.

>>1043879
You must be really offended.

No shit, I'm being considered for publication (just poetry). Both magazines want a short biography, 50-60 words, and I really just have no idea what to put there. Where I was born or grew up? That I'm a student?
I kind of want to go poetic with it as well, but I can see that backfiring badly. 60 words is only a few sentences, and yet somehow I'm having difficulty with that! Any ideas, /lit/ter and writerfags?
Here's all I have so far:
____ ___ ____ (I like to be published under my full name) was born in Florida and grew up in Texas. He read books and poetry from a young age, and was warmly encouraged by his parents. He is 25 years old and a decent guy in his better moments. He lives, breathes, works, plays, and studies English full-time in Dallas.