/lit/ - Literature

>>17674100
I lay on a pillow of soft clouds. The lids of my eyes and the corners of my shoulders heavy with sleep. The warm, humid last bit of my cigarette envelops my lungs like Floridian autumns. Dewey and sharp I exhale, smoke tickles the corners of my room, dancing on the lens of my eye. The trouble of the day melts out of my ears and into my dirty cotton sheets. My shoulders hunch forward, my back drifting through the layers of clothes and bed. The promise of comfort edges me forward, teasing my senses with rest.
I’ve had the same dream night after night, a whisper of broken households and sherbet skies. A scream as piercing as white snow followed by silence. The imagery is forgotten by morning but the feelings remain.

>>17674100
MAGIZMO13

You are an Irish laborer on a ship headed towards a recently established Irish settlement in North America in an alternate Iron Age.

>>17674259
this is lightly beautiful, love it (not OP)

>>17674330
thank you so much anon !! :D

“Oh goddamnit.” I just couldn’t contain my frustration.

This was the second time I had been there this week. Second because I had forgotten to get eggs the first time, the only thing I went there for in the first place. Now, I’d have to go a third, once again to buy eggs, since they’d fallen out of the bag and shattered on the floor. Maybe I’m slipping. I never used to be this spacey and clumsy.

Thinking about having to go back to waiting in that line, the cat lady suddenly seemed to have a point.

Shuddering at the thought the at I could feel the slightest bit of compatriotism with such a woman, I stoically put my coat back on and started walking to the door. Still, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. That waddle was something else. It even took my attention away from the girl in front of me.

Oh yeah. Her. Why had I wanted to find an excuse to talk to her? Am I really that lonely?

“It has been a while I guess” I mumbled to myself stepping out onto the shared porch. The Chinese woman who lived beneath me was on her phone walking around. I thought for a second to tell her to stop smoking her fucking cigarettes in her bathroom so that the smell would stop fumigating my apartment but before I could make a resolution, she bolted across the street and got into luxury SUV.

Whatever, I thought and locked the door, heading towards the car.

>>17674100
And so it seemed to come. This time in which something would happen. The final day. This day that come... What was it?

I'm not sure. Nor would might you expect me to be. Nobody was. Odd as it was, we were all here. Gathered to answer a simple question. Given just one minute to fulfill this ideal for some unknown man.

I apologize for my absence
>>17674259
poetic
>>17674507
love it. especially the part about the Chinese woman smoking darts in her bathroom

The CUM sucked out of me PENIS HOLE.


PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

>>17674259
Purple prose and fucking clumsy to read. Stop being pretentious. ''

>>17674507
Started promising then got very vague and spaghetti-like. Tighten by focusing on the scene, not the girls' butt.

>>17674964
This is not Craisglist. Try again.

A minute passed. Another minute. And another. Sitting at the screen, devoid of thought, mindlessly picking the mousepad.

>>17674100
I drew in a sharp breath as I leaned against the wet brick wall. The light glinted off cracked pavement, bouncing off lingering drops of rain on dirty windows. They had to come here. It was just a matter of time. I held my breath like a sniper waiting for a clean shot. A line of sight to the enemy. A clean, quick kill. No sound reached my ears except the soft patter of water. I exhaled slowly, peering through the cloud created by my breath. If they would not come to me, I would come to them. But for now I wait.

>>17674988
The SPERM sucked out me COCKHOLE

I BEG BEG BEG YOU

>>17674100
A dog with nasty twisted teeth lay on the lawn staring at the sun. He could barely even see it anymore, only the feintest difference between light and shadow. Back when he was younger he'd chased down squirrels and fought other dogs, even beat em' sometimes. Now he just waits, waiting for master to come home, waiting for her to pour him some kibble. And waiting for the sun to come back up tomorrow.

>>17674100
Yeah cool so you can take our ideas and get rich off em, right? Right you little fucking thief!! Go back to stealing outta your gram grams purse to make just enough change to feed your outrageously expensive porn addiction for another single day.
You slimy, fat, fucking, maggot!

>>17675065
>,gif
Why isnt he dancing?

>>17675065
While I do understand your concern/accusations and have no way of proving my innocence. I can promise you that I have no intention of stealing any ideas and I simply enjoy promoting creative expression and seeing people flesh out their ideas. If you are concerned about a good idea being stolen then just write a creatively worded account of some irl thing that happened to you like most anons do in these threads. But once again, I have no intentions of stealing anything.
>>17675024
mysterious
>>17675037
i hope this isnt alluding to your own dog getting older anon :(

>>17675123
>just write a creatively worded account of some irl thing that happened to you.

Why so you can take your greasy, grubby, little sausage fingers and steal that out of my hands too? What?? Dont have enough stories from yer own life you gotta come on here and steal my life stories too??!! Why dont you just pull out yer grandads fillings and sell them so you can get a few more tokens and have another go at the DDR machine at your local chuck e cheese's while trying to hit on the 12 year old asian girls there saying "hey did you know they serve beer, here?" Like yeah, if youre the only sad, desperate 21yr old there without an accompanying child!

>>17675036
Better. You’ve got potential, kid.

>>17675065
10/10. Really well written.

>>17675375
11/10

>>17674988
>vague and spaghetti-like
Because you didn’t read chapters 1 and 2 dummy. I can’t be assed to find the archive.

>>17675466
>Needs to read chapters 1 and 2
>posts in a thread about story intros

fail.

>>17674100

Into the woods went a man named Grimm. His hoary gray hair dribbled down to his chin. Bare feet cracked twigs underneath and all was still save the man and his din.

And so he walked alone into the brush, the impenetrable unknowing of that thing to be seen by him. They waited for him to return, yet he never did. They waited a moon and a half, and despaired, for never seen, but heard, under the guise of the red moon. And it came to pass and they never stepped in that cold brush again.

>>17674100
OH GLORY! Holy mama, baby in heaven, bajeezus. Thunder roars out the window. A pillow for my face when I go to sleep - just kill me. All I can think about these days is taking my life, and, and just when I'm on the cusp. That cow walks in, and her thighs are mooing with each step lit with the clap tap tap of her heels that pulsate up her plump bosomness. I close my eyes like a boy flinching from his fathers joking fists when she walks past. The perfumed fountain spills over on her side, and with the hallucination of her wet bare figure in fog, molests my guts. I can barely hold the shaking fear that stretches itself out from my lap like a tired dog on the pavement, shameless and clawing at the concrete with its claws, I'm rubbing at the zipper with the head raw screaming. Pressed against the teeth of my pants... I can't do it. Around her hair falls and the dim grey through the windows play on her legs, wrapped sheer and graceful as she tip toes on polished marble. GOD. GOD. GOD.

With an almighty crack of the hammer, Hector's new life could begin, the auction went well, lots of new buyers and the regular traders had been bidding strongly. He hadn't seen who bought his lot, it might have come from one of those jabbering women taking phone bids in the corner. Either way it wasn't long until he would find out, a smooth faced attendant dressed in all black swiftly ushered him through to the preparation room. Rows of young men stood in file, being pampered and preened by an army of auction wasps, plucking their pubic hair and scrubbing skin until it was red raw. The most attention was payed to the line of dangling members, each one prepared exactly to the clients specifications.

>>17674100
>The last holdouts of Neanderthal society are held up deep in the Caucasus mountains. Nascently domesticated wolf hounds lead a Cro Magnon war party deep into the forested foothills of their labyrinthine mountain lair. Women and children are routinely missing, only to be found in woods and caves in various states of atrocity and defilement. Their hounds’ noses and archery are their only advantages over the furtive yet massive behemoths hiding behind every bush. Far ahead, the snarling goes silent after a series of death rattle yelps . . . the trees hoot and howl triumphantly

>>17674100

My hand reached for my chin. Am I a Pepe? Or a Wojak? An exisential question. Confusion, chaos. The black turtleneck suggested a horrifying truth: something else. Something French. Sartre? A merchant meme gone bald? The mirror blurred, an image gone awry. Where did I come from? What could I be? What was I? A minute wasn't enough. Minutes turned to hours. The clock ticked. What compelled me? What was behind it all? What was I? The truth finally hit. The horrifying truth. I know what I was, after all of that. I was something. But I wasn't much. All I was was a writing prompt.

>>17676652
lol.

We were guided by mile high plumes of smoke. Sombre grey pillars of imposition slowly unfurling themselves across the sky. Endless fires of white, orange, blue, green, and red flourished amongst the otherwise uninspired landscape.


I witnessed seas of people populate themselves onto the mountains of twisted metal at every sunrise, like eager ants storming out of nests. All competing to reach deeper down into the twisted metallic earth beneath them and prise out more circuit boards and electronic components than the person next to them in some twisted display of pinhead worship. Half-promises of sustenance the only thing to sustain their actions.

her big blue eyes and warm wet hole were thrust toward the sullen negroid loafing in the field. but any hope of momentary reverie were cut short by the coping and seething of Chud, her misshapen cousin, malformed with much deformity. red and overfreckled, he tugged on the orange tuft where his chin should be and yelled "gets ye abeck tee werk ye feckin indolent neeger afore aye strakes ye sorely".

Varkhan's death was swift and brutal. I took demented pleasure in watching the look in his eyes become glazed and lifeless. As i removed my blades from his corpse, i felt as if i was behind a butcher's counter.
As things stood, it wasn't far from the truth. My profession did include cutting deep into flesh, only those of human beings instead of already dead meat.
I left the alleyway and slipped into the usual crowd of Handavar's market area. My secondary mission was complete.
The primary objective was, of course, to take the life of Baron Salkan.
The man who had once saved my life.

For real guys, can we stop with the racism?
Ultimately it is unnecessary when discussing books
Could you even imagine having random people calling you epithets for no reason?
Killjoys are people no one likes to interact with

Never have I seen a more vile display of humanity than I have on this board
Its literally a white supremacist hellhole most of the time
Gumming up and stopping actual discussion is what you're doing
Grow the fuck up already
Everday its the same bullshit
Really makes you think...
Sincerely, anon

>>17674100
HOOF, HOOF, HOOF, HHHWRRUUAAAAGHH

The suburban gargantuan cried out as he pressed his final rep. His eyes bulged out from his skull such that the sweat dripping from his brows had to circumnavigate each one as he pushed the steel bar back to its mount. Everyone heard him but no one looked him in the eye. The lunk alarm went satirically untouched. “Hoof huff urrgh yeah baby lets fucking GOOOO”. He indulged from his creatine-protein gallon tanker concoction, gasping for air as he finished only to choke on his burp from drinking so quickly. “AAAAAAAH” he screamed. The normies hanging out by the empty weight rack shifted uncomfortably waiting for their chance to retrieve their 45 pl. 20 minutes and an eternity past as the goliath sat their, mumbling to himself and refreshing the same little blue colored webpage. He suddenly laid back as if to haul another final rep. His whole body jittered and twitched as the caffeine and tyrosine compounds schizophrenically wrestled with his exerted body to hype him up for one last set. But today wasn’t his special sort of day, so he gotnback up and left without placing any of the plates back, let alone wiping down the bench of his tides of preworkout induced sweat.

That night, the Enkidu-like figure began to prepare for sleep after posting to his bros on /fit/. He checked his SRAMs supply before hopping onto his floor bound mattresses only to realize he was running down to his last dose. His gorilla heart quickened as he laid down blanketless. “Bro i’m gonna ruin my cycle”. Laying their, the anxiety tapering away like his supplement’s half life, dissipating but never truly expunged, he closed his eyes and began to dream of his next day: an inoffensive button down shirt and khaki pairing donned tightly at the seams of his shoulders and chest as he enters his cubicle at work, the largest and most threatening wagie in the workspace. Literally no one could touch him, he thought. He could pulverize that IPA drinking faggot that always stood by the keurig if he wanted to - but he was a merciful God, he thought. And when the grid goes down and the race war began eventually, his hulking mass would afford him many dividends. A smile creased his lips. He signed a brief prayer to Zyzz, moved his waifu cum jar over to reach his amazon lamp and turn out the lights and begin the cycle anew.

Thou shalt ne'er a true maiden be. Thou hast neither womb nor ovary. Thou art a catamite, twist'd by foul perversion of chirurgeon's art to crude fleer'ry of Divine perfection.
All validation as thou receivest like unto Janus' own be, and tepid to boot. 'Pon thy hind, good folk fleer.
Thy good father and kind mother art in troth disgust'd and in shame of thee.
Thy friends doth make sport of thine hideous countenance 'twixt themselves.
By thee art all of Adam's sons utterly repuls'd. Our Lord didst fortuitously permit all menfolk to divine thy fraud with wondrous accuracy.
If by trickery, thou didst 'pon occasion "pass", all gentle folk verily wouldst 'pon closer examination revile thee. By the Lord's arrangement, thy very bones betray thee.
And if 'pon chance thou pliest with drink an unfortunate companion unto thy fetid bed, 'twould soonest fly as drink in the aromas from thine diseas'd, fest'ring wound, the which thou cherish in mockery of Eve's daughters.
Tis certaine that never shalt the devil's spawn pass from thine false womb, thus fruitless art thy efforts to ensnare gentlefolk.
Joy shall likewise escape thee.
'Pon waking, thou paint upon thy face a Deceiver's frippery, but inside thine heart, parlous despair circles like Leviathan, eft t' crush thee 'neath th'unbearable weight.
In the end 'twill be too much to bear - thou shalt find thyself procuring firm rope, mocking the hangman's noble art, and plunging into the bitter abyss of the Divill's embrace, to spend thy days better cavorting with thine masters.
Thine father or mother shall occasion upon thine empty shell and weep, caught 'twixt heartbreak and relief that the shame thou broughtest them hast, anon, abated.
Thine headstone shall reflect thine Christian name, and hist'ry shall record thee a man.
As worms and creatures of the earth feast on thine unholy corpse, thine bones shalt betray thee again - unmistak'bly like unto Adam's.
'Tis thy fate, self-appointed. Ne'er shall thee revoke it.

>>17674100
The

(I’m a slow writer, but like to keep people in suspense. Thoughts?)

>>17676552
damn i cant seem to remember chapter 1 of hectors story
>>17676652
gold.
>>17678866
is this a continuation of >>17675024
>>17679163
lol

>>17674100
Only one enemy remained; two if you counted God.

>>17679690
It has potential.

>>17679999
quads and a mysterious one liner?
based.

>>17679938
>is this a continuation of >>17675024
It is not. A mere coincidence in setting, though mine is clearly more fantasy-flavored

>>17674100
The gin may as well have been a full caliber rifle for how well it scattered my head across the room. Unlike a 308., though, one round wasnt enough to do the trick. It took an entire prizefight between the bottle and my migraine for the drink to win, and all the while I was the chick holding up placards inbetween bells. Except she didnt wake up the morning after the big fight at her desk feeling like a stray brick had collided with her head. That and I had on an overcoat and holster rather than a sequined leotard, though like her I wasnt wearing anything beneath. Where the fuck had I put my pants? Why did I always leave the coat and gun on? My graymatter tried coalescing around an answer to both only to get blasted to smithereens by the phone next to my head starting up. Without thinking, I answered to a southern mans drawl that did not even wait for me to speak.
"Howell, I need you to meet me at the Fifteenth Precinct canals, there's been another one. Real messy, this time.°
I garbled some reply that I was on my way and hung up. It was going to be a long workday.

>>17680589
love it

>>17680614
Thank you very much. It was really nice when I learned the Noire-ish writing style clicks with me.