/lit/ - Literature

"I was sitting on a bench in Oman. The sky was basking with purple overtones and the sun was shining, softly, rather than harsh and piercing like in California. Far from where I was people invested in talking to each other, I can see one woman with red headscarf talking passionately to her coworker, it seems to be her coworker rather than husband, perhaps she's a lecturer at the University. It was a very memorable afternoon. I scratched the wooden bench and flakes of chocolate colored paint falls off, I stopped before someone sees me. In my hand was a packet of bun written in Arabic, there was a cartoon picture of a block of butter and a bread knife. I opened the packet and scarf down the contents. To navigate around the University, we have to walk. The leaves crackling above me, bits of sunlight falls on my face and the shadows made my skin looks like a tiger's. The peacefulness of the park create a compartment in my mind where this place is vastly different and developing each day unlike other places I lived on and visit. It made me wonder, perhaps, the less noise and hook-up culture and terrible media has made this place someplace peaceful undisturbed by raunchiness and rumor. I took a deep breath of this peacefulness hoping, praying I can take it back with me once the semester ends. Looking up, I can see birds species I didn't recognize of the color green. A very beautiful green, like green apples. With all the wildlife prospering here in the University just illustrate how authenticity and directness is appreciated here. People in white bustling through the land. I wondered to myself, if I have grew up here, maybe I would be happy. It's a complicated thing with my father, a strict person who had lived a hard life of poverty, in many ways, could not heal from trauma I didn't understand. I wonder, if he's here, would he change his mind in all the things he stand for that compromised the happiness of my mother. I missed them sometimes. However, with the green birds flying overhead and the warm, but not sickly weather that makes you sweat like a fat boy made me sit longer, pushing away the thoughts about them, my parents, my fake friends, my depressed teachers. I shall sit here tomorrow again."


Note: I'm trying to get in touch with my writing skills again. It's been a while.

Bump for Gaskun

Sequel to my doorstopper fantasy adventure that probably has to be broken down into separate books

Writing about the distractions of our world. What they are to us psychologically and how to get past where we are stuck

>>21993317
I'm trying to think up of the next horror story i'm going to write about. I have a few ideas but for some reason, it's hard to put into words

>>21993377
That screams "I am writing this, please never forget this is being written and you are literally reading it."

>>21995989
>>21995989
Ive got many problems with his piece but this idea that a piece shouldn't feel lik writing but should rather seamlessly transmit images into your mind is bupkus. Total shit. Sandersoncore, the death of art. There's an artist here, I want to know that the brushstrokes are there, else why was this created at all? Go schlup it with the others at the trough of lowbrow slop.
>>21993377
Now you, work on image cohesivity. The sky was basking? My friend, understand how basking is used and in which contexts, and then see how the sentence "the sky was basking with purple undertones" both makes no sense and scuttles it's own potential by weighing such a bombastic opening with a millstone like "undertones".

Next two sentences are jumbled and possibly missing punctuation, hardly parsable. Chocolate colored paint? You're reaching all throughout tis piece, but I don't discourage reaching, just in the future, take care to make sure that things make sense. Are you ESL?

>>21993317
Gaskun you son of a bitch, where are the books? When are they coming out? I've been waiting at the dinner table for years, ready to dig into 10 volumes of pure psychosis.

>>21996101
Writing new stuff! In addition to the 11 in the space opera series, I wrote a contemporary retelling of Dante’s inferno following a blind girl in a Kentucky trailer park and I’m 50k words through book 3 (of 4) of a fantasy series. always working.

>>21996100
Thanks for the feedback mate. I appreciate the critical suggestions.
Like I said I haven't been writing for years. (I'm saying this to save face, obviously).
The last time I wrote at least I have a teacher to tell me it's a deal or no deal. It's been 9 years since I have written a descriptive piece. Sigh.

Looking at the comment, it appears to me, I should read more books to understand what coherent sentences are. I blame this on my PTSD. It seems like after writing ramblings for years has impaired my ability to write. I better when I was 16. Back then, all I think was getting a slick hair and being a student in Ivy League. Now it's like, I have to sweep up everyone's broken hearts in my family. Now I'm taking my power back.

Thank you again, anon, appreciate the honesty. Thank you. Thank you. Thanks.
Have a good life ahead.

>>21995989
Idk but that's actually a good review. Imo at least.

It may be pretentious but I feel like it's quite a rarity that someone is deep about a topic (that is unfortunately, unclear) without relating to romance.

A story being left by a woman is a trope people use. People feel bad for the guy and people pay money for the guy to bitch and whine about his "sincere love" for the woman. The women are usually assholes too.