/lit/ - Literature

The clandestine man ran to the store for some milk. Along the way he met a boy named Billy. Billy said he was only allowed to go to the store on Tuesday. Today was not Tuesday.

The end.

Animorph's but a dude turns into a dog and discovers his wife fucks dogs.

Will this be a main staple now, Anon wondered. Not a bad idea admittedly, but creating a trip code for that purpose seemed to him at least a little pretentious. He always wondered whether his impression of namefags, namely that they identify themselves because their posts have no other way of standing out, was accurate. He wondered whether it was a product of contrarianism and merely a natural development of the site's culture. He wondered whether he would ever take on a trip himself. Confidently, he told himself 'never'. But he wasn't sure, and something nagged him about it because he realized there to be a certain connection with his appreciation for non-identity and the fact that he is often incapable of standing up for his own interests in real life. He wasn't plagued by narcissists or abusers, but he had an extremely hard time putting himself first, and even merely disagreeing with someone made his heart shoot adrenaline through his entire being.

>>17657907
i really like this one.
i'll try to make these normal threads, i figure its no real harm to the board and ive always been under the impression that everyone has great ideas and should at least share them.
if the tripcode is that bad i can drop it

>>17657927
Nono the trip is fine lol. I was just musing around a bit and didn't have an actual pitch.

>>17657878
Dude becomes immortal and larps as Jesus and fucks with the whole world, which leads to all sorts of crazy shenanigans and unexpected consequences.

>>17657878
Her tits were the size of watermelons and they were stuffed into her white dress shirt so tightly that I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. It looked like the buttons on her top were going to snap at any minute. The best part? She was a solid two feet shorter than me. Normally, I would never do such a thing, but I couldn’t resist someone like her. When she passed me by, I reached out and grabbed one of her horns. I knew she wanted it since she didn’t scream when I dragged her off. She just let out a high pitched whine like a bitch in heat.

>>17658331
could be funny
>>17658372
good hornywriting i guess

>>17658613
Thanks. All I want to do is make people coom.

“You have to be kidding!” she said.
Her shopping cart screeched to a halt and the solitary carton of cat litter fell over inside.

What a weird thing to say. She was clearly upset at their being a line to checkout. Being upset at such a thing seemed to me like being mad at the weather. Sorry, lady. The stars have aligned and the gods decided we should all shop today. You’ll have to wait your turn like everyone else.

I shifted my eyes beyond the ponytail of the blonde college girl in front of me and decided to look the woman up and down. The cat litter caught my eye first. What followed was a consequence of the cat litter. Or maybe the cat litter was a consequence of what followed. It didn’t matter since it could be either one. What came into view was a frumpy, unhappy looking woman. No doubt a literature professor at the University, I thought to myself. I bet she has some obnoxious print out about “finding ourselves in books” taped to her office door. No, I was certain. A miserable woman, so miserable in fact that she felt it appropriate to curse the cosmology of human habits that made her wait an extra 20 minutes.

Before I could even muster another critique of this troll, she waddled off and my attention was drawn out of my thoughts about her to raw observation of her gait.

She’s gone. Back to the blonde. Hm. I wonder if she likes books. I should write about this for /lit/ while I’m waiting in line. I’ll make sure to tell them about the blonde.

>>17658725
very, very good.
enjoy the blonde anon

>>17657878
He stood in the calm, clear night and looked upon Gods greatest work, stars arrayed in a cosmic grandeur unmatched by anything on his small rock. He watched with a longing gaze, soon he would join this beauty.

>>17660268
beautiful in an oddly dark way(assuming that last line alludes to suicide)

>>17660268
Heres a speed ending while I'm at it:

His ship drifted lifelessly behind him, emptying its guts across the void, like a painting taking shape. In front of him the eye, the neverending storm of jupiter raged on, as it had continued to do for centuries, millenia, what seemed like a second to it was the entire world to him.

He failed, the stars would forever be out of his reach, in a few minutes for the storm other humans would come, they would tread where he had fallen and they would bring humanity what he couldn't bring a single person. But in that moment it didn't matter, for in just a millisecond he too would be united with the storm, and he would be there to witness humanity take the final step and join the great cosmic construct, what had several decades ago captured the imagination of a lonely child.

>>17660303
>>17660316
Not really intentional suicide no.

Waking up to a loud crash rarely means something good is happening. It’s never “CRASH! Mom made pancakes!” or “CRASH! We decided to adopt a Golden Retriever!”

The pops and cracks of gravel beneath his tires quietened as the car gentled came to a stop overlooking Palm Creek.

Mike turned the engine off and reached for his pack of Marlborough's, neatly seated in the door hold.

"So this is where they've sent me now. Some place out in fucking nowhere. Classic..." Mike said out loud as he sparked up a cigarette and wound down his window.

>>17660316
Comes across as self important. Made me cringe pretty hard.

>>17657879
God sends rain to wash the blood of dead cats off the street.

>>17657878
I was halfway between the locker room and the swimming pool, walking with my teammates for our first professional water polo match, when I realized, in a sudden flash, that I am a gay man.

>>17660383
wtf i love mike now!
continue please

The night was moist.

He was a man who constantly sought his own reflected gaze, and just as constantly tried to hide this fact. For long, intimate moments in every restroom, for brief examinations of his own stride in store windows as he pretended to focus on whatever lay inside, for carnival contortions in the buffed brass of doorknobs, his eyes were of such a bright blue that they snagged themselves on everything. He punctuated this habit with quick side glances to ensure his observation went quietly unobserved, but always he had to go back and lose himself in that reflection once again, its pull so magnetic that he often wondered whether that face on the other side, if only by the briefest split second, sometimes looked first.

>>17660651
Oooh I like it. Narcissism and vanity, hints of schizophrenia. Wonderful

>>17660514
Thank you :)

>>17660651
what this guy said >>17660661
very good

>>17660661
>>17660701
Th-thanks, anons

It was a strange night.
That thought kept running through my head as I watched the crowds pass by, as a sea of many passed the shadowed alleyway that take up so many of our forlorn cities. A thin a barrier between what we call "Civilized Society" and the Dregs if there ever was one, but that never mattered.
What mattered was the man below me, awash with a sea of red, gasping like a fish out of water, the desperate plea for mercy emblazoning his eyes, thinking that there was any to be found from the man above, staring down from on high at what he wrought.

I'm also not /lit/

>>17660751
I can tell, but it's not bad. A bit very heavy on the clichees

>>17660767
>A bit very heavy on the clichees
I was trying to fit in as many as possible, I even started it out with "it was a dark and stormy night" originally

>>17660751
that's ok anon. I'm actually not /lit/ either. I just maintain the belief that everyone has great ideas and should express them regardless of talent or skill.
I like hearing peoples ideas

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Bix nood muhfugga, the benighted negroid ejaculated from the hole betwixt his swollen lips. Twas the golden age of paternalistic human ownership so it werent no surprise that Mungo MacTavish owned four humans: his wife and three slut daughters. He also several dozen africans. He disliked them intensely.