/lit/ - Literature

Dead horse to my left. Unconscious man in my lap. Early hours of the morning, still dark. I still believe it's possible to see the darkest night just before the dawn, just don't know how.

>He sat at the top of Howth Head, looking down over Bull Island and Dublin Bay. He watched the Ulysses leave the port as mist rolled in.

I want to use that to open a piece, but I've no idea what piece.

He passes two men carrying a painting of a toddler, dressed in blue and brown rags, dangling over a chasm; hanging onto a knotted but shearing rope with robust arms and twisted face. It makes him laugh.

A mystery novel of sorts.

-They already suspect of you. Maybe... Maybe if they thought you can be useful to them somehow, they would try to contact you.

He couldn't yet see the rubble outside, a moonscape he once saw through Gaston Landes' telescope; he had not seen anything but the walls of his cell and the hands of his gaolers for over a week.

wow, you guys suck.

>>2300235
Consider using something else.

>Tereth was falling. Though besieged, the city remained all the same an awe inspiring sight, with its many spires and towers reaching towards the heavens. It had once been the flower of civilization—a testament to human accomplishment. Its roots stretched back to the fringes of memory, to a time before empires and nations and government and law. Once, long ago, one would have stood atop Tereth’s walls and seen beyond them naught but untamed wilderness stretching out into the horizon. Today, one stood in very much the same spot and saw an army at her gate.

>>2300299
Hmm, I am actually slightly impressed.

>>2300306

That actually means a lot to me. Thanks.

>>2300192
>What are you working on?
Some stuff.
>How long have you been procrastinating tonight?
Eh.
>Care to share a line or two?
No, but I'll give you the title of a poem:
> To Cure An Existentialist's Soul.
It's really not as confrontational as I'm sure some responder will make it out to be.

>>2300313
Please tell me you at the very least use meter

>>2300345
Not even a little.

>>2300351

>>2300353

>>2300361

I am working on a short story about Brian Mulroney. It is my third attempt at a comedic Canadian piece.

I do not believe there is such a thing as procrastination. I write when it suits my mood the best. Writing when you are lethargic is the recipe for mediocrity.

Also it warms my heart that people nowadays still use a refillable pen to write. Shamefully I moved over to typing on a computer.

>>2300379


You do know there's already a musical making fun of him, right?

yawn.

>>2300385

Yes I should still think it will be a bore but I am trying to write something different.

Also I am not making fun of him. It is just satirical in nature

>>2300192
I've got a few chapters out of 3 different novels I'm bouncing between, 1 thing i'm teasing with, I've been procrastinating for about 4 hours now. Its all some crappy genre fiction.

Planning to write something like a book. Have no Idea yet but a good chunk written.

"Wake the hell up! Oh God!" A rough voice rang through my head like an earthquake. Opening my eyes I saw the curly dark pirate's beard that I dreamed of while in my little bit of perverted heaven. Somehow, coming to I realized that I had heard him say last night that his name was Joe.
"Holy shit! You're alive!" he chuckled. My head began exploding as the muscles in my face started to tense.
Barely able to open around I could see four or five junkies staring at me like I was Christ come back from the dead. At the slight sound of a crack, Joe dropped my head back onto the cold cement and started swinging his bat at them again as if trying to keep back a pack of wolves. In a way he was doing just that.
"Rule number one of dealing, Marcus. You never do meth along with the pack of junkies you just dealt it to in an abandoned building. Who knows what they fuck they'll poison you with!"
"I did meth? I sold meth?" this does not happen to normal people.

vignettes about people in my life who have died and how their deaths affected me.