/lit/ - Literature

>>15504875
>Wrote this this morning and did a quick revision just to post it here. Alex is a tiger taking a muscle growth drug that's having effects on his psyche which he doesn't know about (yet).

Alex grit his teeth. He had his paws wrapped around his hookup’s wrists as he pinned the lithe native badger down against the mattress. They were face to face, but Alex wasn’t seeing anything. Hot, furious tension surged through his body, and he put it all into the vicious, forceful pounding he was delivering. This was what he needed. Not some fucking wank at the market giving him shit, not his pissant brother trying to stick his muzzle in, but a firm ass to fuck. So why wasn’t he enjoying it?

“Claws, dude,” the badger grunted. “Claws. Ow.”

Maybe it was because his hookup had turned out to be almost more annoying than he was worth the effort. Alex could have been fucking his own hand and it would have felt almost as good and without the bitching. He paused in his thrusting to focus - his claws had a mind of their own, like his tail, but if he tried he could control them consciously. Tendons stood out on the backs of his paws but, finally, they retracted.

“Thanks,” the badger said.

Alex grunted.

Then he resumed fucking with slower, mechanical thrusts. The tension was leaving him - replaced by… something else. A nameless numbness. The badger was small, and conventionally attractive in all the usual ways - narrow hips, lean muscles, an ass that held its shape. Alex tried to focus on that. He tried to focus on how good his cock felt as he sawed it through the badger’s warm, slick hole - and it did feel good. The room they were fucking in was boiling hot and both of them were patterned with sweat and matted fur. The musty scent of sex suffused the stagnat air. On the bed, the badger was almost invisible under Alex’s larger orange frame - just a pair of legs wrapped around Alex’s waist, and a pair of arms pinned down by his paws. It was as good as porn.

So why was it so fucking boring?

“Your claws, man” the badger hissed again.

Fuck!

What the fuck was wrong with him? Alex uncurled his fingers again. Why couldn’t he get into this? How could he be balls deep in some fucking badger but still thinking about - about the argument, about all the shit he had to do that afternoon, about random fucking bullshit? He was hard enough to fuck the badger, at least, but this /wasn’t/ turning him on.

>this leads to some introspection about his father (the 'villain' of the story - Alex's conflict is that he can have all the power and accomplishment in the world (represented here by the muscle growth) but he's still afraid to stand up to his father) and then he rapes the badger and feels bad

Go ahead, do your worst.

The newspaper.

>>14891858
QQ more luddite.

I'd have liked him better if he'd lived up to his name.

>>12936543
>Those men and women have achieved great feats of self improvement
I don't value what they've accomplished and I'm surprised that anybody does, really. Consequently, I don't perceive their feats as great.

Weightlifting is a route to social prestige for those whose other avenues are closed off.

>You, on the other hand, cannot even muster the courage to write a story.
I've written several stories. I'm just not happy with them. You, on the other hand, seem perfectly happy with what you've managed to accomplish, which is I suppose a more damning indictment than I could have ever hoped to deliver.

>>12078637
>Being socially timid [you appreciate and grasp the depth of consciousness in others] and temperamentally meek [you would rather just get along] are very positive traits
Shut up faggot.

>>12048787
Absolutely top quality posting.

>>11861525
>I haven't read any of this but based on skiming Wikipedia and Peirce's catagories, both.
I like this just as it is.

>>11788091
Nodd an argoomend :DDD

>lol dude I haven't actually read anything but this guy who says all of these books that I haven't read are bullshit is totally right
/lit/ - Literature

I'm taking a creative writing course and I have to do a "craft analysis" of "A Game of Thrones."

This is my introduction.

Tell me what you think.

George R. R. Martin’s “A Game of Thrones” eschews traditional fantasy tropes to forge a bold new narrative that is, some say, beyond good and bad – beyond the language used to describe past fantasies. This being the case it becomes perhaps inevitable that the language Mr Martin uses to describe his fantasy is also, in a sense, beyond good and bad. Crudity becomes profound; clumsiness, poor vocabulary, dead metaphors, trite clichés, and a rejection of what haughty traditionalists would call “taste” impart a pedestrian quality to the work that is essential to its very being. Tolkein developed an entire fictional language merely to add depth and verisimilitude to his epic fantasy adventure. The magnificence of his work - at its core a struggle between good and bad - borders on prophetic; although The Lord of the Rings was published after the Second World War, the vast majority was written prior to that calamity. It’s only fitting that the New Tolkein of our modern world has come to us bearing his own language. Mr Martin has gone even further beyond his predecessor, for his use of English is so indifferent to the straight-jacket of societal norms that descriptors like ‘insipid’ or ‘limp’ fail to capture the whole of its jagged edges – a rocky coastline that disguises hidden treasure in secret coves and bays hewn into its rough surface, open only to those who know the way. Fittingly, as we move further into the 21st century, Mr Martin’s work is also prophetic. Yet it is also more mature than Tolkein’s feel-good romp across Middle Earth. Although Tolkein’s story, cast in shades of blacks and whites, might have been appropriate for the jingoistic white male past - still wracked with such societal bugbears as “bringing the light of civilisation to the Dark Continent [Africa],” manifested through colonialism, Dr. Livingstone, and the prophylaxis against malaria - Mr Martin’s work provides us with a vision of times yet to come: a vision of a modern world which is beyond producing heroes.

>>10895973
>Then not to seconds later you're feverishly trying to say that the continued efforts to stamp them out through regulation is unconscionable.
If you want to propose a specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, time-limited goal and a regulation that you think achieves the goal then I am more than happy to judge that specific proposal on its merits.

I will not and will never give you blanket fucking approval to implement whatever the fuck you want.

If I did, you'd have transformed this place into a planned economy already.

You expect me to say yes without telling me your plan, and for that you can get fucked.

>>10720230
N I G G E R.

>>10716875
Congratulations, you've finally realised my point.

Philosophical argumentation like this is pointless. You have just demonstrated it to yourself. Now what you are going to do is ignore this so that you can continue to waste everyone's time with pointless philosophical wank.

Neither of us can prove anything to each other. This being the case, there is no reason to continue to engage in philosophy.

>>10716880
>It's not a problem
It is if you're trying to tell me I should stop murdering you, or try and tell me to do anything at all really.

>being a consequentialist
I don't care about the effects of my ideas on the economy. All I am concerned about is if my ideas are right. If my ideas are right than the consequences, whatever they are, will simply have to be borne.

Git gud you moral cowards.

>mfw calling POC 'coloured people'