/lit/ - Literature

>>17737990
There once was a man named OP,
Who thought he was being funny,
He came onto /lit/,
To steal some quick-wit,
And now just looks rather silly.

>>17737990
I sheer my ladies before I perform consensual intercourse like a beast

fucker tries to entertain people by stealing other people works and burn in hell

One day writing enjoyer decided he would make a thread that everyone could participate in. It's simple, he thought, if everyone just wrote something short even the shitposters would participate and I could raise the quality of the board by a small factor. It would engage people and humor or sorrow could be found in all the little treasures of everyone's posts. For when he thought this he didn't realize that the shitposters would become crabs. The thing he never realized was that the drawing board has crabs because posting and showing work is a simple activity and subsequent critique of it is too. There's an innateness to drawing that doesn't come nearly as quickly as writing, thus, unbeknownst to writing enjoyer, those that were too bitter started pulling others down back into the proverbial bucket, back into the despairing hole of inadequacy and self doubt, for no amount of participatory fun could change the fact that the crab anons were bitter and sad little people. He felt sorry for them, but also wished they would stop shitting up the thread.

>>17737990
>>17738081
tripadvocat fag from a week ago is winning apparently. trips it shall be

>>17737990
>>17737990
I saw this thread last time and it was gay then too. Anyway I’ll participate now because I guess I’m gay as well. I’ll give you something straight off the dome. Ahem.

What are we borne by such that our own weigh has caused us to falter? How in the eyes of a just god can we be expected to endure an unjust world? But for the machinations of our hearts have we no other resources for the inherent struggle to which all are subjected? We are not brave! We are terrified! We have abandoned our brother in the mine. We have slaughtered our whole flock for the spoils of our own self-skirmish. Our cunning has faded. Our limbs have detached. The loose and hooded arrows of our malcontent have pierced us and we have sealed our doom with absolute conviction. My mother is dead. My son is a whore. Might my maker’s madness cease once I find this terminal resignation? God is a coward, and I am still alive. What crueller contrast had the devil himself begotten? There are no more heroes left, there are only young men, and when we get to Washington, we are going to kill them all.

>>17738081
Heh, based.

>>17738008
>>17738030
:(
>>17738081
thank you smoker. I can always count on you to post some quality writing

>>17738216
Tell me I’m good >>17738175

>>17738231
You are good.
but what exactly are you going to do in Washington....?

>>17738216
Sorry mate, I thought you were looking to poach.

>>17738248
We will march on the roses laid bare by our forefathers and soil the gardens with blood and crude oil. These will be the demands by which our revolt is fought, and for these mercies might we take no quarter against those who have been disinherited by their own immense power.
The names of our martyrs will replace those of the ancient order and the ashes of the once bright fire will fall over the mass graves of our foes. And make no mistake: these are our foes! These are the tormentors made clear through the smoke by the torrent of this great revolution. The winds of violence are at our backs, boys! They have killed your wives and besmirched your daughters! They have burnt your crops and sullied your wellspring! How in the name of all that is fair can we allow these tyrants to condemn our descendants? How can we continue to abide this cycle of pain and fear? Wherefore has our mettle been laid to rest undisturbed by the ire of these, our most mortal enemies? From whose hands have our standards been cast to the regions of history yet unkempt by this disgusting treachery? Damn the foul rats that have occupied the palace! Curse the indignations of their hollow self-sacrifice, their lowly anthem the words to which have long been lost. Let no more brothers be buried before they were wed! Let no more lives be taken by men who said they were only here by virtue of their father’s fathers! Bring us their heads! Marry us their crimes to a good and just comeuppance against which we will claim no assertion of voluntarily sloth. Cut us down one by one by one until we are that but for which no more roses grow, the bonemeal of our efforts. What is the meaning of this deconsecration? I will tell you what it means! This means war!

>>17738471
nah man I try to keep these regular threads where people can just come and be creative.

>>17738499
Hmm. Alright, I'll give it a try. And if you guys got a name suppose I'll come up with one too. Sorry about the rhyme.

>>17738499
Checked. Sorry I called your thread gay earlier. I was in a weird place at the time. I’m having fun now. Life seems good. Uncle said we can go for a car ride later so I’m looking forward to that. Thanks, Writing Enjoyer.

Yours in summer,
Anonymous.