/lit/ - Literature

The boy stood there
Blood pooling around his sneakers
And the smell of death in the air.
He opened his eyes
And saw his with father knife in hand
The body of his mother limp on the floor
Her eyes blank and lifeless
Just like the rest of her.
Sirens echoed through the room
The red and blue lights flashed on his father’s face,
On his curved lips,
His yellow teeth,
His eyes glowed, filled with hate and satisfaction.

Years later,
The boy kneeled on his father’s bedside
He looked into those same eyes and saw age and regret and sadness
But the hate stilled lied within them,
Like a sunken boat at the bottom of an ocean
Like a distant cliff on the horizon
Like the ember of a fire clinging to life on the floor.
The father apologized for what he’d done
His eyed turned blank and lifeless.

The boy stood at the edge of a cliff soon after the death,
The waves carved away at the edges slowly
Slowly shaping the cliff creating points like daggers.
His father’s ashes in hand sealed within a plastic jar.
The boy unscrewed the jar
And dumped them over the side of the cliff.
They fell quickly downward
As if the wind decided not to carry them.
And he smiled
His lips curved baring his yellow teeth,
His eyes glowed with hate and satisfaction.

Hate plz?

What does /lit/ do for a living? I'm considering becoming an english major and I'm not sure what kind of career it might lead to.