/lit/ - Literature

>fall for the Prince of Nothing meme and buy The Darkness That Comes Before
>prologue opens with child rape
>one of the main sympathetic hero characters is an implied pederast
What have I done...

>>22657027
jfc you could get more eyeballs on your work just by posting it on wattpad, archiveofourown, or royalroad.

>>22653143
I-I'm not prepared...

>>21901084
Oh. I see.

>>21863023
Sickening.

>>19962604
>Time is a flat circle

>>19508117
Oh shit ...

It wasn't Christianity or the church it was Venetian bankers that halted technology for 1000 years and created the middle ages

Why didn't anyone tell me that after turning 25 your mind gets hijacked by this weird obsession with finding the right woman, settling down and having kids? If I knew it was going to be like this I wouldn't have wasted my life during my late teens like I did.

>>17161890
Incredible.

Give me the saddest /lit/erature that you know. I wanna feel like shit.

>iwl.me consistently gives me Agatha Christie and Anne Rice
time to die
haha its just pseudoscientific bullshit, right fellas?

Thoughts on my writing? Can you guys relate?

Another night laying in bed, mind nowhere to be found. The air in the room has turned solid once again and I feel it’s crushing weight. The weight pushes down the invisible blade named “Loneliness” into my chest. The weapon pierces my flesh slowly yet steadily, it’s owner is a sadist. Unlike the steel itself, the pain is blunt. It is as if being hit by a slowly moving mace and I have no armour to suppress the assault. As Loneliness goes forth, I squirm from it’s dull imaginary pain. The wielder enjoys this and makes the final thrust into my heart. My heart is broken. The pain is too much and I simply clutch my chest frozen. Tears swell and are clanging against their cell bars but they aren’t let out. The sadist refuses to even let me feel the catharsis which those tears would bring. The sadist has had enough and pulls Loneliness from heart leaving me alone and breathless in the dark. The air morphs back into a gaseous state yet I rest in fetal position, unable to breath. As I am finally able to sneak some air to my lungs, I breath out a futile “Why?” I see it exit my mouth and float into the oblivion of darkness knowing fully that it shall never find the destination which it was sent out for. And like a satellite being sent out into space to probe the deeper reaches for us, but to never return, I watch the question depart with its great courage unknown to it.