/lit/ - Literature

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I've actually done a little bit of writing, but it's too infrequent. I try to follow proper prose rules, dunno if grammar is ok. I assume it is? Here is a sample:

Written back in September
>Elias fells ill. There is a puddle of garbage inside his stomach. Green, bubbly, slurry shit fermenting to the surface in forms of burps. He brings a fist down on his torso, commanding a phantom hand to yank the vile shit and cast it out the window. But the parasite shrieks and ferments more poison in retaliation.

Written Sept. 20
>I was staring into space with a zombie-like face when Emma asked if everything was all right. Invisible tears formed in the corners of my eyes, but I turned to Emma smiling, “Ha ha! I’m fine!” I look at her as intimately as I could, but hesitate to even dare touch her. I imagine what it would be like to brush my hand down her arm. Maybe I could do it playfully? Emma bubbled: “Let’s go in!” Taking my hand and steering us to the dining hall. I wonder what creams she used to make her hands so soft

Written Oct. 20
>I never knew love, but I’d like to. I thought that to bring love from out of hiding was to first hide myself. Now I know I need to find her. I wasted the Summer, where couples frolicked in the flower-scented air, under a blue sky and diagonal clouds. I panicked whenever I saw two get too amorous, but I was also worried that people would notice me watching. Now the ground is snow and the people have disappeared. Though the doors have disappeared, I now know that the knob must be turned to open them. I cast myself out into the world, not to wait for love but to find it.

As I said, very infrequently. I write usually when I have a "scene" that I really want to try and describe.