/lit/ - Literature

We are now critically reading a Shelley poem about love, virginity, and breaking up.

>>6699876
He's right you know?

His eyes were just above the ground as he ran through the
forest, over a pond and between two bushels of grass, through
an open sti made for bigger animals and through the next bushel of
grass, Dip halted just before an enormous rock made of Noppi.
Just for a second he halted while he remembered he was still
afraid of something, an image of a large being with deep green
eyes pierced his mind again and he ran. Dip ran through grass
upon grass, turning only when faced with an object such as
water or more rocks, another image flashed to his mind, it was
a Raffs face. He remembered Raffs before, they were scary four
legged creatures, he remembed now that he was scared of both
four legged and two legged beats, just like that those images
he had in his head. Dip halted again and picked up a nut,
pecked at it for a second, it was too mature, not edible for
Dip. Dip's trauma recovered and he was on the run again. Thump!
The sound of a thump engulfed Dip, and only half the sunlight
was available now, there was gitter made of sewn Chorkebab
roots, layer upon layer of roots weaved and beaten seamlessly
together made up the wireframe of the cage, it had been
reinforced with water and beaten strong and weaved again. Dip
was caught.
Happy with his new roadside pet he pulled out the
Rabbit, held him by the head and started turning him to produce
enough head trauma for a kill. It was over as soon as he
started, he strapped the animal to a rope around his waist and
carried on home.