/lit/ - Literature

Doctor Marcus Gunn sat in the back of the driverless limo as it steered onto Lake Shore Drive. Cimarron—his six-month-old daughter—was cradled in his arms and drinking from the bottle he held. On the seat across from him, an extremely attractive woman ignored him. She stared at her left forearm, the smart bracelet on the back of her wrist blinking red as she spoke to it in a heavy British accent.

“Simp Master 69, this is Tia, and I want to thank you for your continued gold membership. I also want to wish you a very happy twenty-ninth birthday. You are my favorite Princess Boy in the whole world, and I love you to pieces. Be safe and be happy, Simp! Talk to you soon.”

She blew the camera kiss, smiled, and waved, then pressed a button on the holographic display running up her forearm to end the transmission.

Gunn frowned, wondering what the hell a “Princess Boy” was. But he knew better than to ask. Truth was, she had an army of men who sent money to her website, and more than a few had weird paraphilias. Mostly though, they were poor lonely guys willing to pay for a surface connection to a beautiful woman. He was married to the soulless bitch, though, and he still felt lonely.

She cycled through various screens on her forearm, frowning. “Idiot always sends me photos of himself wearing tiaras and little girl’s clothes. Bloody pervert.”

I don’t hear you bitching about the ten thousand dollars a month he sends you, is what he wanted to say. But like many things, it went unsaid.

They rolled to a stop at an intersection, and he glanced outside. A government-run pharmacy was open across the way. Its largest window had an animated poster of people getting vaccinated. The racially mixed group was all smiles as the syringe was plunged into their arms by an Asian woman in a lab coat.

Wholesome imagery is what they were going for, he suspected, but a dirty hobo walking by didn’t care. He came out of an alley right in front of it, and, without a second glance, pulled down his pants, squatted, and emptied his bowels onto the sidewalk in front of it. The weary customers walking out of the pharmacy barely seemed to notice.

>>23159307
I could add something to the FAQ, maybe be more specific about the books you have in mind if you have used them e.g Author, title, as well as links

>>22827866
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>sludgehammer
>nuculer

Lmao I used to make up words as a kid and use them for things and my parents didn't even care to understand what I was doing. Anyone else?