/lit/ - Literature

ONE CANNOT JUST LIKE SO DEMAND SO THAT DESCRIPTIONS PROMISED 'LIKE' DESCRIBED ARE MADE WE CANNOT PLAY ON SO 'ASSUMPTIONS' THAT LIKE PROMISED DESCRIBE.

I have blue eyes and short brown hair said Dakota Fanning on gmail chat.

A pixie haircut suggested great boyishness, but a delicate brow and bright blue eyes indicated a malicious mischievousness unfounded in boys past the age of sixteen. Add onto this a pointed chin, taut cheeks and hints of crow's feet and one could assume [character] had done more things in her own interest than that of even her closest friends and family. She was someone to look at, not someone to be attracted towards, and this undoubtedly caused her great distress throughout life.

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his mustache was as bushy as the amazon he explored and his scalp as dry and shapeless as the sahara he mapped. Hie eyes spoke of forlorn contemplation, as if he was recalling his wife's last words or reliving his father's arrest.

>>2750642

did not mean sage

>>2750642
A stately mustache suggested that Mr. Clemenceau no longer possessed lips. Whether they had been shot off in the war or lost in some terrible riding accident nobody would say, least of all Mr. Clemenceau himself. Nonetheless, neither drooping eyes nor lack of lips could repress his instant wit in all things conversational, whether having to do with politics, the military, or the nature of good spirits, and his fringe of hair only served to make a stage for the subtle animations traveling up and down his head.

I PREVIOUSLY DESCRIBED THE REASONS IN PLURALITY WHY ONE SHOULD NOT ATTEMPT TO LIKE SO THIS 'DESCRIBE'.

>>2750643
The Chinese-American, Tao Lin, had a nonchalant, amiable face that hardly represented his desperate, dire need to be recognized. Mussed hair implied he had no care for how he looked, yet it was secretly a representation of his state of mind when not thoroughly drunk or toked up. What God or devil had created him he often wished to know, as he was too handsome to be a writer yet too ugly to be anything else.

Yep. Another one of these acts. Contrary to what you may believe, it isn't interesting. Nobody is as intrigued by this display as you would like to believe. If you believe that there's anything to be gained from this heightened state of escapism then you are wrong. Stop playing at something when there's nothing there. Nobody is interested in you and nobody ever will be.

>>2750663
His name was Nick, but we called him Neck. This was because what neck he once possessed had long since been reduced in order to combat a lifetime's worth of cancer due to off and on cigarette habits. His head was seated more on a two-by-four than by an sturdy beam; if one were to push his head forward far enough, he would be able to lick his own collarbones. If one were to punch him in the face, his spine would probably snap.

>>2750668
wow, that's exactly what I wanted to say to you in the hermaphrodite thread

Do not describe, you fucking amateurs. Literature is not a visual medium. You can't successfully describe a human face without wasting a lot of reader's attention space for no reason. A detailed description won't paint a portrait, it'll be a list of features your reader won't bother memorizing.

Have the character act and talk. That's the only thing that can effectively convey character in writing. Here, I haven't mentioned a single facial feature, and you already have a portrait of myself in your mind. See? Fucking kinder.

>>2750688
>See?

i see your stating an opinion as fact

>>2750688
Sorry. I haven't got a portrait of you.

>>2750699
it is a fact that that guy has that opinion

>>2750695
It had taken three years and half a hundred lost opportunities for sex, but James now possessed a beard rivaling that of Odin, rivaling even the pictorial representation of the Tetragrammaton. Strangely enough, when he went out, children and sometimes teen girls asked if they could touch it, he obliged, and he was allowed the caress of another person once more in his life. His beard slowly stockpiled more affection than him, however, and as our story begins, James has had idle plots coursing through his mind, thoughts of how... how can he destroy the beard which keeps him alive?

Loads of dubs itt lately.

>>2750725
Cassandra had the eyes and face of someone who had been heavily trained by a parent. Not trained sexually, but in the way all girls are slowly trained by the age of, say, twenty. Only, Cassandra was 12. This was the troubling thing. Had she the demeanor and disposition of a twelve-year old, this would be no issue, but she acted as if her adultness were purely regular, as if the makeup and the longing looks and the vicious penetrations were all standard issue, just another thing, bread on a sandwich, sea on a shore. Men loved her and swiftly washed their hands of having done so.

>>2750736
Annie, indefatigably demure, was the best in all her classes and ambitions, or at least she appeared to be the best, the most good-natured, the most pillar-like in her passions for things. Boys swiftly placed her behind conventionally attractive girls, but Annie was aware of and had accepted this, preferring to imagine herself settling down and marrying someone who could appreciate her slightly overlong neck and slightly overfat cheeks. Overfat cheeks were a sign of fertility, she reasoned, as she lay softly sobbing beneath her sheets on yet another Friday night spent alone. They were a sign of good genetics.

>>2750737
Jim used to be a nigger. He used to be a woman too but mainly a nigger. He regretted the operation.

>>2750740
>Not trained sexually

>>2750771
And her shoulders, broad but soft, those were good genetics too, and her symmetrical face, and her soft, clean, conditioned hair. If only those boys knew! She had some of the best genetics in town! And so she sobbed, and so she soon slept, thinking of genetics, and shoulders, and overfat cheeks.

>>2750777
Who is?

>>2750777
Putin was the icon of Russia. This may have displeased the Church, so managerial about it icons, but Putin could afford to displease just about anyone in his prime. Tall, blonde, and careful to cultivate an image of manliness, he could outshoot, outrun, and outwrestle every world leader except that fat fuck Mugabe. But soon Mugabe would be dead, so what did it matter?

This cultivation of images defined a man bred by the KGB in one of the large, cold tubes where all Russians seem to spawn from. Personally, Putin was no person. He was a living embodiment for desire for power. Not Peter, no Tsar was he. When he died Russia could crumble, but for now he must make it the tallest bastion on the earth, reaching to the moon and further, with him as the most central pillar of the nation.

>>2750791
In the 70's Bert looked like all men of the 70's did: thick, dark mustache, tamed hair, and agonized eyes. The 60's had done a number on him. He wore brown not because it was stylish but because nothing else seemed much better. His dad had seen Vietnam as a field doctor; Bert wanted to go into journalism to stop something like that from ever happening again. But beneath it all, Bert was one of the very first to be self-aware enough to realize that idealism was dead. He lived on unfortunately.

>>2750800
Johann always felt that he was trying too hard, and he was. The cocaine kept him from stopping whatever he was doing, which was mostly more cocaine, and he was always the guy most surprised when the stuff ran out. Everyone hated him, the greasy-haired, fat-lipped son of a bitch. He did the most but paid the least, but everyone, collectively, knew that if he were to disappear there would be a kind of end to the cocaine innocence we were all in. You kill a guy like Johann, and who won't you kill?

>>2750791
His name was Steve. He spent most of his time when he wasn't at work sitting around the house eating Cheetos and farting. On the weekends, he would go and visit his parents. Steve.

>>2750803
Desperate to fit in somewhere, Anna now Alex gave up what breasts she now he had to the phallic gods. She now he buzzed all her now his hair off, gotten obnoxious, and transformed herself now himself into something resembling an immature young man. It was unfortunate, her now his then-boyfriend had said. You had great tits. She now he disagreed to his face and stared for hours at the pictures of her now his old self which she now he kept in a shoebox in the upstairs closet.

>>2750817
Very good, sir. Is the cocaine really that obvious? That's Carl Barat -- a British Rockstar.

>>2750814
To say that Katie was vapid would be an understatement; if she had a mind, it was so well-sheathed in fads and gimmickry that Sherlock Holmes himself wouldn't be able to find it. Because of this vapidness, she was friends with hundreds if not thousands of people. They showered her with money and gifts for just a little sex or just a few drugs. She gave a variety of things and got a variety of things. In a sense, Katie was the epitome of American entrepreneurialism, WASP-ness included.

>>2750845
no, you just get a sense for who's being hip and who's not. If somebody willingly gets their picture taken with a cigarette, there's a 75% chance they do harder stuff, or else they're posing.

And this guy is too ugly to be posing, too ugly to just be in it for "the scene".

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nice work, me, look's like you've earned a fap for tonight

>>2750859
>And this guy is too ugly to be posing, too ugly to just be in it for "the scene".
Really? He is a heroin and cocaine addict, but I actually think he's quite attractive. I might just be biased because I like his music though.

>>2750814
Her naive yet knowing expression suited the mature, child-like figure she had acquired in early adolescence. Some of the softer features of her face had been penetrated with shining metallic objects that made her appear more tolerant of pain in a city she frequently found was all do eager to test this tolerance. Makeup and eyeliner were caked to her visage, and she was well aware this cake would melt onto her clothing should she find herself overcome by tears. Her task for now was holding back the fountain, at least until she could find something to stimulate her other senses too.

>>2750971
Back in Korea, San-lun was worshipped by men. Not only was she intelligent; she graduated with a first, but she had signed a contract with Kumseeki, Koreas top modelling agency. She moved to America when she turned 27 after being promised a contract with Luxer, and had been completely sold on the notion of western fame. When she arrived in LA she found a younger starlet - Suk-Mi, had been given the contract instead. Suk-Mis flawless complextion had been perfect for the anti-wrinkle cream, and the company had no qualms about using her.

San-lun now works at Mr. Lees take out, cleaning the kitchen and placing orders. Her face is to Asian to be accepted in America, yet she still has a few drunks trying to hit on her near closing time.

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>>2750779
This is hilarious. I wish I could write like this, but I'm far too idealistic. Any tips?

>>2750814
With next to no physical shape, Hannah had little else to offer than a not particularily inviting face and a grey, depressive personality.

>>2751051
that poster here. It's just a matter of getting into a person's head. Very useful to have a strong sense of empathy and ability to project oneself.

>>2751146
Even with a department store's worth of eyeliner and blush, Janice couldn't properly hide the excess thirty pounds she'd recently acquired. Theater was tough on her body: so much dancing, so much singing, so much of being bombastic had required the diet of a Superman, but more quickly than Superman could ever get it. She ate streetcorner hotdogs, burgers fried by Arabs, shish kebabs by the quiver, and liver and onions every day for breakfast. The only way she could keep on her feet during the punishing days was to eat, and so she ate, and so she grew, and grew, and grew. Her lovers didn't complain about this transformation from sheet to pillow, but in her heart she knew she was being used more and more thoroughly, because now, as a chubster, where would she go? Only downward.

>>2751051
Marry me.

>>2751290
Aimed at
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>>2751193
That was great.

>>2751290
Being from what she perceived as an upstanding family, Antoinette had developed the cold, insensible glare of the aristocrat. It wasn't that she wasn't nice or agreeable, it was only that neither her mother nor her father nor either of her sisters were prone to smile, and she emulated all of them at once. This caused no end of trouble with others who perceived her as cold and insensible. Even when told jokes, even when thoroughly humored, she kept the same arch expression on her face. Lips didn't move, cheeks didn't move, eyes seldom moved, and so throughout the entirety of her early life she was secretly assumed to be reptilian in nature.

>>2751193
I really liked this.

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>>2751327
you all have fat fetishes

>>2751051
Fumiko's deepest desire was to become a sailor. Since childhood, adults would give her puzzled looks upon hearing her answer to the token question "What do you want to be when you grow up?" She even talked like one, much to her parent's dismay. By the time she entered pubescence, she was forced to repress her much frowned upon wish. Only by the cover of nightfall could she enact her fantasies. She knew that one day, after she had killed all her detractors, her vile dream could finally be realized. "Arr, m-matey❤," she squeaked as her hand fell to her captain's quarters and she proceeded to make the bed as wet as the deep blue sea.

>>2751368
Forgot pic.

>>2751376
For all her life Allie had wanted to be accepted. Accepted in general, not in specific, and to be accepted in general she had put on the makeup and the eyeshadow which hid what she believed others believed was a pig-like face. So, she became at least partly like the scene girls her mother had warned her about, and Allie told her mother one day that she wouldn't be wearing all this makeup if she hadn't gotten such a pig-like face from her parents in the first. This resulted in a beating. Her face was now half pig, half raccoon.

>>2751146
She was the sister of a brother, my brother, but not a brother in blood. I knew me feelings for the foxy young girl was wrong; her vivid eyes, the way she moved, seductively orbiting around me when I was around. I guess forbidden fruit is the sweetest after all...

>>2752541
Every kid in school knew him as "the flower eater," but William knew consuming the bitter-sweet weeds was the only way he could ever hope to truly become a woman. He'd tried every kind of lotion and oil to make his skin softer, rubbing them frantically into his taut, boyish skin. Alas, this only maid his skin more moist, not looser or suppler. He'd even mail ordered special kinds of underwear to make his breasts appear fuller, but regrettably, from his small nipples no milk would flow, no matter how hard he rubbed and pinched them. It wasn't until his secret crush Justine heard of his strife that he found any hope of realizing his dream. Justine instructed him to pick flowers from the meadow and consume as many as his regrettably flat belly could hold, without water or milk. And so, while the other school children watched and laughed from afar, he ate. And no matter how much they laughed, or how many ticklish, feminine sensations his belly felt from consuming the flowers, William's breasts remained flat, his chin pronounced and his hair untidy.

>>2753294
She had bought some golden shoes
From a nike salesroom dude
Together they had power
Their style was out of sight
"But the sneaks was getting too gold"
Said haters looking for a fight
So so she said "Fuck you haters"
And went out on the road
To find a dress that she could tell
Was worthy of the load

>>2753294
"She looked like a boy. It was sexy," said Haley Joel Osment on Gmail Chat.

>>2753350
He didn't care about hamsters. He didn't own any hamsters. But he liked hamsters. A lot. They're the most minimal animal, their heads are also their bodies. Ocean sunfish are like hamsters but fish and a lot bigger.

>>2750632
Many saw him as just another boy. His distinct short, brown hair, pertruding chin, charming looks. Few seemed to know that he actually was she though; an androgynous girl called Valorie.

>>2753350
He tried to maintain eye contact with the cute girl at the used clothing store, but all he could think about as her face dissolved into the background was that he couldn't remember if he had left the stove on back in his apartment. He began to sweat through his clothes

>>2753234
"Haruhi never wanted her life to turn out this way," Haruhi thought as the decorative various beads and chains pinched and caressed what little fat covered her petite figure whilst it writhed and bounced in rhythm. The dark figures standing about the room grinned and made motions that made Haruhi feel uncomfortable. Not six months ago had Haruhi boarded the ship to America, dreaming of becoming an established writer in the English language. It was on this ship that she met an American named Steven, who said he was from a publishing firm and promised to help her out, for a small price. However, due to Haruhi's poor knowledge of the language, she entirely misheard the man's offer. When he said he was "from a publishing firm," he was actually saying he was "a human trafficker who specialized in organ harvesting and dealing snuff." What she heard as "I promise to help you out," he was actually saying "Then my friends and I will watch the last drop of life fall from your cold, organless body." When she thought he said "for a small price," he was actually saying "but aside from that, I'm pretty nice." Now Haruhi was in some location unknown to her, waiting for Steven to finally find an editor for her manuscript she'd written, and wondering how much more she'd have to dance and how many more men she'd have to service until she could become a famous author like E. L. James. Then she felt a needle enter her spine. "That hurts Haruhi!" she yelped as her vision began to cloud and she fell to the cold stone floor.

I find it really cool to observe how different writers aproach the descriptions!
I, for one, would love to see several descriptions of the same characters though, making differences in writing more obvious, being able to compare different aproaches.
OPs girl e.g.; lots of possibilities!

>>2753234
"Haruhi never wanted her life to turn out this way," Haruhi thought as the decorative various beads and chains pinched and caressed what little fat covered her petite figure whilst it writhed and bounced in rhythm. The dark figures standing about the room grinned and made motions that made Haruhi feel uncomfortable. Not six months ago had Haruhi boarded the ship to America, dreaming of becoming an established writer in the English language. It was on this ship that she met an American named Steven, who said he was from a publishing firm and promised to help her out, for a small price. However, due to Haruhi's poor knowledge of the language, she entirely misheard the man's offer. When he said he was "from a publishing firm," he was actually saying he was "a human trafficker who specialized in organ harvesting and dealing snuff." What she heard as "I promise to help you out," he was actually saying "Then my friends and I will watch the last drop of life fall from your cold, organless body." When she thought he said "for a small price," he was actually saying "but aside from that, I'm pretty nice." Now Haruhi was in some location unknown to her, waiting for Steven to finally find an editor for her manuscript she'd written, and wondering how much more she'd have to dance and how many more men she'd have to service until she could become a famous author like E. L. James. Then she felt a needle enter her spine. "That hurts Haruhi!" she yelped as her vision began to cloud and she fell to the cold stone floor.

please /lit/

>>2754813
With a face as round as a moon, everyone assumed that behind her genuine smile lay some kind of malice, some kind of meanness. Only square and diamond-shaped faces can be trusted in the primal minds of man, you see, and so this girl was unknowingly cursed. Try as she might, nobody would form any deep, lasting friendships with her. Try as she might, nobody would invite her to parties. Try as she might, nobody could see past the roundness of her face. It was like trying to mathematize a perfect circle; only insanity could come from interacting with such a thing.

>>2754849
shit

anybody here?

>>2754854
she needs an operation before someone mistakes her head for a basketball

>>2754855
Jeannette had always been relegated to "the best friend." She was the best friend of Nancy, Anna, Kate, and Ashley, all of whom now had steady boyfriends who she could constantly gossip and spread lies about. Being overweight and not particularly attractive, gossip was her main method of communication, lies her main export. If she had been thinner and with a smaller nose some might call her moderately attractive. However, as with most women, one damning feature damned them all. A substandard nose allowed for a substandard forehead, uninteresting eyes, unaesthetic eyebrows, an untrained smile, and a plethora of other things that must be fixed before she could be valued as anything but a best friend.

>>2750881
good work, you

do your best, or whatever you feel like, thanks anons

>>2754916
Bridget had the kind of facial lines common on a ventriloquist's puppet. This was fitting for two reasons: first, she always wished to entertain the people she met, being a singer, shooter, loud laugher and high school track star. Second, she was frightening to behold in private because she seemed to have no inner animatism. Her movements were unnatural in one on one situations. She had trouble speaking to others heart to heart. A long time ago, it seemed, she had given up such things. These days she lived only to entertain, and when someone saw her in private, they were frightened, and she did her best to entertain them, having no recourse. She lived alone but held many parties. The trouble was the beginning and the end of them, when the guests dwindled. This is where our story begins.

>>2754947
karen was sad a fuck. the end.

i know its not a girl but its my bf and id love any writing on him.

This thread is hilarious.

>>2754916

she's gorgeous btw. who is she?

>captcha: affected oordsj

>>2754999
she just graduated hs with me in seattle

this girl please my fellow /lit/s

>>2753919
Peter Whitman was destined for several realities, jumping from life to life offered far more profound experiences than all the years he's spent backpacking through Asia on some vague spiritual quest. When the guru offered him "The Red Pot of Truth" he initially laughed it off. He soon however found himself experiencing things the student flight center could not offer him. For the past 2 years he had been living the life of Sophie, a hipster art student living in New York, she felt validated at the various poetry readings she attended and to supply the emotions she whored herself out to several fat Arab men each with a steady flow of dinars. Peter had made things rather risky for Sophies life and he thought it best to bail "REALITY WARP!!!" he screamed through the voice of Sophie as he smacked The Pot of Truth across his head.

Sophie stood stunned as banging came from her front door, her table top was littered with hundreds of notes of foreign currency. A man began yelling Arabic, mentioning her name within the alien tongue. Her parents had spent their lives saving to send her to New York to get a law degree, the events of the past two years came flooding back and she slumped to the floor and wept. How had this happened? The banging got louder. All she knew was this all had something to do with something called /lit/ and someone called Deep Moot. She was in New York. She had to find this Moot. She had to find answers.

>>2755064
Patrice was deeply loved by her family, in school she did well academically and she had always gotten along well with others. It was necessary to maintain socially positive behaviors like that, if you wanted to be the school slut and suck off as many guys as you could you'd need to build up a good reputation to cash in on when word got around. She was all mouth and the best blow in school, the way she dressed too. She always wore this one butterfly clip in her hair, and nothing else. No shirt, no pants. How could she Patrice was a miracle baby, the first human to be born without a body. The floating head girl, she never let it hold her back and she never had to worry about her sexual exploitations ruining her academic career. She just floated around doing as she pleased, the only thing in life she really had to watch out for were strong headwinds.

>>2750714

The beginning of this dark tale reminds me of the talking asshole anecdote from Naked Lunch.

>>2754977
please describe intrigued

What's the use of this thread?

>>2750835
>now

>>2755315
To practise creative writing? I think we should have more of these types of threads.

>>2750695
How To Be A Man

By: Epic Beard Guy

>>2755315
Threads are not just a means to an end, but have value in and of themselves.

Write one, post one

>>2755446
Kame hame ha said Super Saiyan Goku
Look, weirdo, give me your wallet or I will stab you said the evil mugger Fajita
Oh no the full moon, now I turn into a monkey. Super Saiyan Goku proceded to fling shit at Fajita, who ran away in disgust.

>>2753234
Her shapely young face and lean figure might as well have been the inspiration for the novel 'Lolita'.

>>2753294
The heroin had left her body in shambles and she barely looked feminine at all any more. Still, this didn't effect her habit and absolute focus on herself. Her shoes had been found in the discount bin at her local church and she took a matching outfit to go with it, not at all fazed by the idea of society's pressure for her to conform.

>>2755482
She looked like a cunt

>>2755446

I swear to shit that is what I've always thought Loki would look like in person, so I'll write about it that way:

The Giant-God had returned. Ragnarok had not been the end and , for whatever reason, his head was throbbing. The world was not of trees, snow, and mountains that he had once known...it was...something different. Tall homes made of stone with thin,crystal-like stone in each of them.

He smiled to himself in a wicked manner. This was going to be fun and he knew of all things that wouldn't change...mankind was sure to still be held in its old vices.

>>2755485
I think you mean...

She looked like a wild animal in bed. Assuming she didn't mind lying down, which might mess up her 'awk, I wouldn't mind filling her cunt.

>>2755482
I married a yank...just to get a visa then sleep my way to the top. Did I mention I was turning tricks at 13 years of age?

>>2755496
She's actually American, has been in two fairly successful bands and is now happily married. From everything I've ever heard, she's pretty nice to hang out with, loves the fans, etc.

>>2755509
Brad's gaunt face reminded me of what would happen if a goth was taken to Auschwitz

>>2755574
I thought that was Benicio del Toro

>>2755586
I'm just describing what I see.

>>2755500
I preferred the Distillers to Spinerette. I love the influence Tim Armstrong from Rancid had on her, I think Getting Married to Josh Homme from Queens of the Stone age and quitting heroin was the worst thing she could do for her music.

>>2755500

She's from Australia, you nit-wit. She even SINGS about it in one of her songs.

Seriously, look it up.

>>2750814
A disgrace to women. That's what she was, they knew it, she knew it. Yet she loved the provocation and attention her looks gave her. An untraditional archetype, hidden behind a face of metal and despair. People spat on her verbally, they split her with their tongues, but she enjoyed it, loved being hated, loved living on the edge.

>>2751146
Some would call her overly made up, others would call her too young. Some would call her lovely, seemingly soft, others would love her for her wits. There were people disliking this young girl and people liking her. Valorie was in many ways the perfect girl for those with a special eye for young girls; the filled cheeks of a child, a young body, the mature, almost seductive makeup however broke the entire illusion.

>>2750632
The next thread you guys make like this, could you aim it more towards creative writing? Like, "write a paragraph or two inspired by the picture?"

>>2755123
haha fucking brilliant