/lit/ - Literature

>>4472319
Show me the mechanism by which qualia arise from neuronal activation. Where did you publish your solution to the hard problem of consciousness? Why hasn't this been covered by the media yet? I can already imagine the head lines: "Teenager with down syndrome solves mystery that got scientists stumped for millennia". Your Nobel prize is on the way.

>in your opinion
>objectively

wut?

>>3689447
>ITS ONLY TERORAS IF U USE PRESSURE COOKER BOMBZ. CHECKMATE LIBTARDS

trololo

geez, you ooze culture and intelligence. That "kike" has done a lot more while taking a shit that you ever will in your sorry pathetic life.

>Anarcho-communist

I just opened up an old file of this short story I wrote when I was 11. I used to write short stories, and sometimes they'd get up to hundreds of pages. So not really all short stories as such. But anyway I thought I'd share it. Grammatical errors and all. This is "The Greatest Gift" by Calum aged 11.

Phillip Riddick sat on the end of his bed, the boy who nobody loved, at the orphanage, with nothing on his mind, there hardly ever was anything going through his head, it was empty, and he was the missing child at the carnival of lost souls, where the FerrisWheel didn't know when to stop, where the games had no prizes, where the forgotten people inside the mirror maze would never find the way out, he had given up all hope a long time ago. The hope had left him, siappeared from his own reality, along with the fading dream of one day finding his parents. "It's okay," he imagined them saying, "we got out, don't worry, we are here now." But even in his messed up mind, it became clearer and clearer, as March faded into April, as 2004 tumbled into 2005 that they weren't coming back. Phillip's parents, Joan and Donnie, had been killed in a car crash in the year of 1999, he had been left to be cared for by the 'Swan Lodge Children's Home.' The place in which he was relentlessly tormented, not by anybody at the home, but by his own self, his own mind, which couldn't let go of anything. Phillip often sat on his comfy chair by the window, and he would stare with his deep confused eyes, up into the sky.

>Continued next post.

>>2001030
>4 posts out of 24
>over half