/lit/ - Literature

>>14920025
I wasn't a fan of fluorescent lighting. Don't get me wrong, it's cost saving, and I'm sure its good for the environment or something, I think. But it just ages you, you know? I felt so haggard. You can every pore and wrinkle. It feels like - when I was learning to draw, I didn't know how to shade properly, and I outlined everything too hard, and everyone I drew looked ninety years old. Everyone's faces has soft folds and wrinkles; fluorescent lighting sharpens them. So I muscled through the hallway, feeling stupid, because I know I looked my age. The hall rank of tangy sweat. I pushed against the press of warm bodies, and remembered how lonely I was, and how my hairline was thinning, and how normal people don't even care about fluorescent lighting. I wondered what coronavirus smelled like. Did it have a smell? Fuck did I know. What was I even waiting for? I was wearing women's lingerie; it's not like a doctor could examine me. I was wearing lacy red panties that I was in the process of sweating through, just because - Well, I suppose I watched too much porn. These things were always sexier in concept. We were all wearing black and sweating through our clothes in a tight, tight, tight hallway, and my lacy lingerie was grating my skin, and I was wearing a face mask that the media kept reminding me didn't work, and what was the point? What was the fucking point? I should've been buying groceries. I should've bought paint. Quarantine would be a great opportunity to learn to paint. Everyone else would come out depressed and I would come out a greater painter. It could be my story at art auctions. I was a hopeless amateur until the pandemic of 2020. Yes, locked in my room, I studied Monet, Klimt, and... who else? Who's another artist? Why is this hallway so sweaty? Why am I here?

>>14920070
well i liked it

>If only you knew how bat things really are.

>>14920070

Well done anon

>>14920070
good

bump

>>14920070
Based

>>14920070
>I was wearing women's lingerie; it's not like a doctor could examine me. I was wearing lacy red panties that I was in the process of sweating through
do people really?

>>14920070
Magnificent

>>14920025
There is a point at which a queue becomes and scrum and another point at which a scrum becomes a mob. The conscientious man will feel annoyance at the first of these transitions, but that next transition, that next assertion of entropy will result not in annoyance but fear, animal fear that he has no defense for, nestled as he is in the nucleus of modern society. Like a thunderbolt which strikes too close, the sudden presence of denuded nature and her heaving mass, the man knows that he is in the clutches of chance and death. A mob is very like a thunderbolt, it is a killer of men and it kills by surge and volume, it is merely slower and takes rampaging human bodies as its medium in place of electrons. For that deadly span of time, the human bodies have as much control over their motion as the electrons do.

>>14920025
In a calm, slowly moving river of black hair, the one man was determined to be an individual. His yellow hat made him a candle in the darkness. One of which I hoped was not extinguished by this plague. As I waded slowly upstream, I thought about whether there would even be any food at the shop to which I was so slowly bound for, but I was not anxious. I was only anxious for George. I never saw the man in the yellow hat again, but I pray he got George that toilet paper.

>>14921690
0/10
>>14921647
1.5/10
>>14920070
5/10

the filthy fucking chinese are responsible; stealing all of the masks, they are truly reprehensible vermin

>>14921647
not bad

>>14920025
Yellow Hat had revealed himself. In the sea of chinkoids and chinkettes, the One Above Them All crested the waves of licey black as the sun rises over Africa. Jeung was ready, had been for years. He raised the camera above the throng of dog smelling commoners that surrounded him and raised his eyebrows as well, a silent picture for the Head Office - "He's here, come get him."

Seconds after pressing the send button, Jeung felt the razor slide between his ribs, felt the hot blood spilling into his lungs. A voice from behind at his ear, "Nice try, Agent, but you're too slow." Yellow Hat had spotted him. Jeung didn't notice the phone dropping from his hand, only concerned with holding in his last few breaths, keeping his legs firm against the waves of stuffed cotton filling his head. He chuckled at the thought of dying, as blood spit out his mouth. "Not quite, Yerrow Hat, not quite. I already sent the rocation."

Jeung felt the blade pull out from his back, heard Yellow Hat's frantic cries and swears as he tried shoving his way through the crowd. It's no use, he thought, they're already here. The flimsiness of it all, the tightness he always felt inside himself, it broke open and the world went black, and the ceiling smashed in as the HunterKiller drones removed Yellow Hat from existence.

>>14920070
Believable

>>14921871
enjoyed reading your post anon!