/lit/ - Literature

I couldn't help but lean closer to the text as I read it a second time. The amount of information I could relate to in this poem was mind-numbing. In fact, I was in the exact situation described. 'That's funny,' I thought. 'Nice-sounding poem, too.'

I let out a chuckle as I reread the first sentence a third time, "Grim-faced and boorish? Seriously? If I didn't already make fun of myself all the time, I'd find this offensive." I scrolled down and found a few categories, "Contact Us" and "User comments".

I moved the cursor down on "User comments" and clicked. The page took a little while to load, this time. Earlier, it only took a second to display the simplistic index page and I had expected the same for the whole site. I waited for a full ten second, watching nothing being loaded. After about twenty seconds, I got up to smoke a cigarette on the porch and went back.

Still loading.

'Welp, that's website optimization for you,' I thought. I had quite a few friends proficient in web-related languages, such as HTML and CSS, and they always cringed when a page took less than four seconds to load. Those guys would hate it.

Thinking of them made me wonder how that discord guy had found that website in the first place. 'What if he's the owner? Then, the highly-descriptive poem...' I slapped myself in realization, "Ah, fuck you, VerycoldIgloo2321. What a shitty joke."

I closed everything, sent an insult to that bastard on discord and went to bed, alone.

The same morning, I checked up on my wife in the living room. Usually, she would sleep until she heard me clapping the door, then she'd call the lover she's been cheating on me with so that she could have sex with him all day in our bed. Then she'd wash the sheets before I got home as if nothing happened.

She wasn't there so I checked in the bathroom where she wasn't either. I looked on the porch, in the garden and the cave. I couldn't find her.

After a while, I had eventually figured out that her clothes were still in the closet. I stopped searching for her and prepared for work.

She was just gone.

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