/lit/ - Literature

>>11019796
>won a writing competition a few years ago and have it published
>looking at the result, it's actually not an achievement I'm particularly proud of
>rushed work and the publisher being lazy, they published it as it is without editorial, typos here and there, and embarrassingly bad cover
>today someone messaged me, asking is he contacting the right person who write that novel
>say yes, I thought it was from the publisher informing me my contract is about to end and I can submit it to another publisher
>it's not
>it's someone who borrow it from his siblings for his literature homework
>message me just to say he likes my novel

>>9937609
When I was little, I used to watch some Sonic the Hedgehog show and ran around in circles sceaming because I was very happy. I loved Sonic so much, I wanted to be Sonic. I wanted to live the life of Sonic. I had no friends in life really. It was pretty lonely, but Sonic made me happy.

One time I wanted to see my poop so I pooped in a paper cup and observed my poop. It wasn't very stinky actually, however it was extremely slimey and wet. I got another cup and started dropping pieces of the gooey excrement into both cups.

When gooey clear white stuff came out of me the first time, I remember sniffing it and putting my finger on it. I stayed in the bathroom an entire hour just playing with the sticky white goo, rubbing it on my body, pulling it, and even sticking it in my mouth. It tasted pretty sweet.

During highschool, I used to stare extremely intently at my crush observing their hair and everything. One time, when they weren't looking I even got to sniff their hair! But then they suddenly stopped saying hi to me.

And those were the very few fun moments in my entire life. It was a good ride.