/lit/ - Literature

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Peter Whitman was destined for several realities, jumping from life to life offered far more profound experiences than all the years he's spent backpacking through Asia on some vague spiritual quest. When the guru offered him "The Red Pot of Truth" he initially laughed it off. He soon however found himself experiencing things the student flight center could not offer him. For the past 2 years he had been living the life of Sophie, a hipster art student living in New York, she felt validated at the various poetry readings she attended and to supply the emotions she whored herself out to several fat Arab men each with a steady flow of dinars. Peter had made things rather risky for Sophies life and he thought it best to bail "REALITY WARP!!!" he screamed through the voice of Sophie as he smacked The Pot of Truth across his head.

Sophie stood stunned as banging came from her front door, her table top was littered with hundreds of notes of foreign currency. A man began yelling Arabic, mentioning her name within the alien tongue. Her parents had spent their lives saving to send her to New York to get a law degree, the events of the past two years came flooding back and she slumped to the floor and wept. How had this happened? The banging got louder. All she knew was this all had something to do with something called /lit/ and someone called Deep Moot. She was in New York. She had to find this Moot. She had to find answers.

>The officer was about twenty-five, pale, and with light blue, rather deep set eyes. His mouth was sensitive and well-formed, his jaw determined, his forehead the high forehead of poets and visionaries, his hair close-cropped and, like his beard and mustache, chestnut-coloured.

fuuuu- Dumas' description of Felton has to be one of my favorite parts of the book. Normally I dislike so much description about a character but fuck this manages to say so much about the character. Any other writers who can introduce a character as good as this?