/lit/ - Literature

First draft. Barely edited:

Lavender. If I were to make any statement on the smell of that place, it would most certainly be that of lavender. Her room was about what you would expect for someone in their early 20s. Completely average, with neatly folded clothes stacked on pastiche-ridden shelves; and a slightly pungent aroma that coated almost every part of the decor.

Moreover, the personality that she possessed was that of a naive dreamer. Corrosive to both mind and soul, nevertheless comforting in times of need. When it came to her appearance, a general modesty was communicated through her choice of clothing; a common gray chiffon blouse combined with regular jeans, and a pair of slightly worn out white sneakers.

She was also the owner of vibrant green tinted eyes, sand colored hair, and pale luminescent skin of that which would give off a certain spectral aura if viewed under a certain light. In other words, there was nothing special about this woman besides her distinct physical features. I was then like many other men who endures the affliction of stumbling upon a beautiful woman, utterly obsessed.

The reason for my visit was to help her with a set of homework problems, one of many other instances. Tension would usually linger as we worked through each part of our assignment. The thought of “what could be” permeated the inner layers of my mind, making it increasingly difficult to remain lucid as day shifted into night.

In the end though, nothing would ever happen. This time would be different.

Cascading rays of light trickled down her lunar complexion, forming a riotous arrangement of pastel tinted tones. A numbing feeling took hold of me. The undercurrent of lust murmured as each minute passed. She turned her head to me. Lounging in my chair, I tried to focus on the matter at hand by not making direct eye contact.

Her piercing stare did not falter as I centered the conversation on a particular math problem. I could feel a passionate resolve coming from her. In hope of establishing some mutual enthusiasm, I leaned forward and reciprocated the stare. An ephemeral pause took place.

The numbness released itself and reshaped into a lingering suspense in the upper part of my abdomen. Her pupils were dilated, indicating a closing of the chasm that previously separated the more visceral aspects between us. She leaned forward, promising with her stature, the essence of paradise. I closed my eyes, and took the leap.

Can someone please give me a list of book with SERIOUS(non-reddit stuff)dicussion on the following:
>explaining why jesus/the gospels arent 100% true/myth,etc
>Adressing the main theist arguments and defeating them
>materialism;no soul ,no mind-body dualism

im not an oblivionist;I believe in bolzmannian resurrection couple with poincare recurrence to be immortal. However id like to spend my immortality as a rational naturalist.

Hey /lit/, time to do something productive, and write a collective novella, the cheesiest possible:

"As the sun slowly rose upon the city"