/lit/ - Literature

Varushka was unfairly tossed into a disgustingly disturbed world. The only words she knew how to

write were Varushka Ruskov, the words she used to sign herself into slavery. She was 12, and none of her

features were developed. Her dirty long blond hair and smudges over her face had no place in 1990's Russia,

but why should it? Russia had bigger problems than little Varushka. It's not Russia's place to take care of

a 12 year old child, where are her parents? Varushka's earliest memory was of her parents dying. On a warm

summer's night her parents were talking to their friends in their backyard of their humble home. Fireflies

danced as she wore a flowing summer's dress and stared at the stars.A small motor's rumbling from the street

could be heard over the chatter and laughter of her parents last moments. A car, operated by a drunk driver,

plowed through their chain-link fence and hit her parents. She drifted between orphanages and uncle's

houses, however she never could stay. They kicked her out due to the frustration they felt when she never

responded to her questions. Varushka was born without the ability to talk, and she was never properly taught

sign language, nor could she write. So Varushka was just there in Russia, existing as best as she could.

Things started to change when the abandoned apartment she was living in was being visited by an old
chubby man who always had a smile on his face and candy in his pocket. He would visit every day, when he
could, at precisely noon. Varushka liked this man very much, and because he would visit the children every
day, she wasn't the only one that lived there, he taught them what he knew. He wasn't a learned man, but he
taught most of them to read and write. However, Varushka was too she and just stared through the window. One
day the man came inside the building to see it's decrepit state. Rotten floor boards, stairs that were
missing. He shook his head as he tip-toed his way upstairs to see the girl that was always staring at him.
When he got there he saw what she was. A incredibly thin 11 year old who wore a white night gown. Her long
blonde hair hadn't been washed in weeks, and neither had she. Brown marks covered her face and body.
Scractches lined her upper arms and legs. However, he could definetly tell that she was beautiful at one
point. If he could just remove the dirt and the memories, she would be the prettiest little girl he would
have ever captured. This man, Mr. Tolstoy, operated a underground child pornography beastialty circus. He
came to these abandoned apartments scouting for new "talent" when his girls died.

When he saw her he knew she was the perfect girl for his circus, and on top of that, she couldn't
talk. "She can't scream when I beat her! She can't yell when she's being raped! If I take her now, she can't
alert anyone." he thought to himself with a smirk. He bent down and handed Varushka a piece of hard candy.
"What is your name?" he asked politely. Varushka pointed at a chair that had been scratched in, it read
"Varushka". "What a pretty name, Varushka, you know I always wanted a daughter named Varushka." said Mr.
Tosltoy. "Oh, but where are my manners. My name is Mr.Tolstoy." He said as he shook Varushka's hand, and
flashed a smile that was diamonds and pearls. Mr.Tolstoy began "You know, you're very pretty. I've always
wanted a pretty daughter. In fact, I did have one. That was a long time ago. My wife died during child birth
and I tried to raise her myself, but she died of consumption when she was 5. You remind me so much of her
though, really you look exactly like her, and you're just the right age for her. And, well, what I'm trying
to say is, would you come and live with me?" Varushka looked at him wide-eyed and was astonished. She always
wanted a new father. She often had dreams of this speech from him whisking her away poverty and giving her a
nice comfortable life. She shook her head vericiously. "First I need you to sign this." Mr.Tolstoy brought
out a contract that essesecially made her his slave. Banking of the fact that she couldn't read Mr.Tolstoy
was relieved when she signed her name Varushka Ruskov.

That was 6 months ago. Varushka now, every Saturday of every week, has sex with an animal, usually a
dog or horse, for dozens of strangers. Inbetween sessions she had to gather the tips and present them to
Mr.Tolstoy. Her first time was the worst. Toted in front of strangers naked as they yelled out obsenities at
her. "You like it, don't you? She deserves it I bet she dropped out of school! Haha what a whore! What's the
point of covering yourself up like that?!" She was then chained to the ground as a dog mounted her and began
vigourously pounding her 12 year old sealed vagina. She cried in pain as a mixture of blood and vaginal
fluids flowed down her leg. Kopecks were being thrown at her, and hit her. Bruises were welting up as she
became almost numb. When the dog ejaculated in her, she shook violently as she tried to get the dog off of
her, but then the dog's penis expanded and became stuck in her. She yelled and yelled, which only caused
more coins to be thrown at her. She thought to herself "Now I'm damaged goods, I can never get married.
Ever" She sunk to the grown and didn't say anything. The first night, she earned 50 rubles.

Lol weren't you like the only person the zwg turned down

When she wasn't being raped, she lived in a tiny room with a bathroom attached to it. All the
windows in it were locked, so she couldn't run away, and the door was always locked. It had a letter opening
so Mr.Tolstoy could jam in stale bread and some of the letters from her "fans". She somewhat liked the
letters from her fans, it was at least human contact to her. She really liked the part how they said how
beautiful she was. Sometimes they would even attach pictures of themselves to the letters and she kept them
and imagined all of the pictures were her father/husband/uncle. However, one of them was reserving her for a
private party. "Mr.Tolstoy! Mr.Tolstoy! I've got an invitation." She quickly hid the picture of him that was
attached to the letter. Mr.Tolstoy flung the door open and kicked Varushka to the corner of the room. "GIVE
IT TO ME!" he bellowed out. "Yes.. yes.. I think we can make this. Oh! He's rich too. Yeah, we'll definatly
be there. Looks like good news Varushka, he may want you permanently."

>>571209
>Varushka's earliest memory was of her parents dying.

I stopped reading

Mr.Tolstoy bought Varushka a bright white dress. It has two holes for her anus and vagina. Also there were cut outs for her chest. Varushka was delighted that she would wear SOMETHING in front of her client. The most she ever wore in front of them was a thong. She stayed up all night fantasizing about her new life with her new father, Raskolnikov. How they would go on picnics, have discussions, even have sex. All Varushka did was for Raskolnikov. Everytime she would have sex with a dog she would imagine it was Raskolnikov. Everytime she was beaten, she imagined that Raskolnikov was beating her up. Varushka loved him. They traveled for 2 days to reach the remote part of the country that he lived in. His father was the mayor of a town and he was very rich. His party was held in the city town hall, which was ornate and a bright white unaffected by the damping effects of nature.

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When she arrived, wearing her amazingly whorish dress, she was estatic. She had never seen such a high class party. When people stared at her, she thought they were staring at her because she was so beautiful. It had been months since she had a bath, and her hair combed. She as nice and clean. That's when she met Raskolnikov. He talked to Mr.Tolstoy for a moment and whispered in Varushka's ear. "You're prettier than in your pictures. Please will you wait in here for a moment? I need to take you to a back room." he paushed "So people don't hear me buying you freedom." he quickly added. Varushka crawled into the cat carrier and was brought back into a warehouse-esque room. She was set on a table so she was about stomach level with Raskolnikov and Mr.Tolstoy.

"This place seems a litte fishy. How'd you get so much money?" Mr.Tolstoy asked. "Oh, I just inherited some money from my father. Why? Is that bad?" Raskolnikov replied calmly. "Well, it's just, I have this fellow who's always trying to follow me around. I dunno, I just thought he was you for a second."
"Me? Why? What does he look like?"
"Well, he's a sort of green guy. Medium height, bald, and I've never seen him with a shirt on. He goes by the name of Green Goblin Man."
Raskolnikov smirked, "You mean... Like THIS!?"
Raskolnikov ripped off his skin revealing a hidious blob of a monster. "I AM GREEN GOBLIN MAN. MR.TOLSTOY I WILL DESTROY YOU RIGHT HERE!" Mr.Tolstoy jumped back and said "I'VE THOUGHT AS MUCH SO I'VE PREPARED!" Mr.Tolstoy's face twisted into an unimaginable visage of anger and hate as he pulled out a 12 foot long greatsword from his back. Mr.Tolstoy laughed "I was hiding this under my shirt when I walked in. Ha! You're so stupid." Green Goblin man said in a snobby manner, as if he were telling a bad joke "Didn't your mother ever say to not bring a knife to a gun fight?" Green Goblin Man pulled out a 9mm Glock and shot Mr.Tolstoy 5 times in the chest. Varushka, who was watching, screamed "FYODOR NO!" Green Goblin Man turned around to face Varushka. "I really did think you were pretty." he said as he tossed the cat carrier containing Varushka into a furnace. Green Goblin Man then donned his suit and walked back into the party, ready to have another exciting night.

tl;dr Fyodor Dostoyevsk and Leo Tolstoy are pedophiles.

Your prose is boring because there is little to no variance in sentence structure and you are saying things in the most simplistic, mundane way available. It's like I'm reading the newspaper.
>Don't review my story if you aren't ____________
Don't post your story if you don't want unexpected people reading it. I'm as much here as you are.

I think your story is vulgar for the sake of being vulgar, portrays a 12 year old mind incorrectly, and is generally unpleasant to read or think about because victimization is a poor reason to create a narrative.

>>571242
Are you a Post-Philosopher Minimal Existentialist?
Yeah, didn't think so. Go back to grade school you entry level Philosopher.

>>571247
It doesn't matter who or what I am.

You will never write anything worth reading.

let me guess, you think you are being clever?

>>571249
>Tell 5th graders to not review my Magnum Opus
>5th grader reviews it
>tells me it's shit
Rofl.
0/10.

I am literately laughing at how entry level you are, it's like I'm really talking to a 5th grader.

>philospher

>>571227
I understand if this story is too good to read in 1 sitting and you need to take some time between readings. It's okay, not everyone is a genius.

Dude. Aren't you they guy that trolled ZWG and pretended to be the new "Editor in Chief"?

>>571254
>memes
grow up

>>571258
What? No.
But that troll sounds like a good one.

>>571258

That's me. I'm not Philosopher-Chan.

>>571252
lol @ "literately"
i totally agree with >>571242
and i also happen to be a post-philosopher minimal existentialist. lol no i'm not. gtfo with your shitty story

Where is my tripname?

I would love to have this story in the next edition of ZWG.

>>571271
No you aren't if you were I would know you, there are only 5 of us scattered around the globe, and you would have posted a secret sign in your post if you were actually one of us.

>>571280

Yes.

>>571276
that's cool tell all the other editors that.

>>571283

Most definitely. Although they haven't appreciated my work. I may just make another zine whose sole purpose is to destroy ZWG.

>>571285
I'd support it.

MOAR

>>571285
Oh gee, the ZWG chief editor troll just happened to show up in the same thread as phil-chan, quoting phil-chan
Almost seems like it's an attempt to prove that they are not the same person.

Not obvious at all.
Not. At. All.

This is either an elaborate troll or one of the worst attempts at intellectual conceptualization I have ever seen. The entire point of intellectual concepts as subtext is that people can interpret AND/OR absorb the concept. It must also be a story people are willing and desiring to read. Just because you're arrogant enough to mash through your own drivel does not mean any other arrogant person will. It certainly doesn't extend to people who aren't interested in an arrogant person's attempt at obfuscating his poignancy to such a depth that reading it is a chore leading to sparse reward.

>>571294

they are different people. just look at the times of the posts. it looks like we have two separate trolling faggots.

>>571294
It's not me, our post times are pretty similar aren't they? except for the 1st one I quoted him. I was too busy talking to the 4 Post-Philosopher Minimal Existentialists about how entry level you all are.

>>571297
I'm not a troll I'm a Post-Philosopher Minimal Existentialist, if you cannot differentiate between the two, you are retarded.

>>571297
Encase you didn't know, it's a widely known trolling tactic to use a proxy to post two messages at the same time.

Trolls, making the impossible possible.

derp

>>571305
That would work, except that I'm not a troll I'm a Post-Philosopher Minimal Existentialist.

>>571276
If this is what passes for "good" in your "magazine", OP-in-disguise, I'd really hate to see what is getting rejected, if you're rejecting anything at all.

By the way, my 7 year old brother wrote some stories about going to the moon and meeting Elvis. I think you'd just love his work. Did I mention he was a Post-Philospher Minimal Existentialist as well?

>>571315
I laughed so hard at your post, oh man. ZWG Editor in Cheif is such a good troll. I think he might actually destroy ZWG.

I'm not even him, why do you think that?

>>571270
Hey if you want to e-mail me anything about your anti ZWG, you can e-mail me at Philosoph.Chan@Gmail.com

It's gotta feel good being a zwg editor these days. They even got their own troll.
Most successful 4chan project?

>>571320
/v/'s pokemon MMO is way better.

>>571317
I think you need to go to lay down for a while until you come off your internet high

>>571322
>Itunes
>DorothyShaver
>Big Buisiness fits her

wtf are you doing

>>571328
Yeah I don't think I do.

>>571326
You don't want to know.

My favourite part was where I reported the post for Illiterate content.

>>571206
the fuck are you talking about

Is it wrong that I jerked it to this?

>>571322
/lit/ confirmed for the most pretentious place on the internet.

>>571389
I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Avigourously pounding her 12 year old sealed vagina. She cried in pain as a mixture of blood and vaginal fluids flowed down her leg. Kopecks were being thrown at her, and hit her. Bruises were welting up as she became almost numb. When the dog ejaculated in her, she shook violently as she tried to get the dog off of her, but then the dog's penis expanded and became stuck in her."

Best thing I've heard all day.

firstly i suggest taking a philosophy class so you wont be using the trivial terms to describe yourself. second off the story had very little to do with you philosophical stance other than it can be vaguely applied as a "sucks for her" attitude. lastly the story itself is very boring sentence structure "subject verb subject verb" and almost all the verbs are boring as well. use more action verbs. the flow of the story is completely uninteresting. and the story itself is too predictable and over pretentious; that or a borderline porno

this story is just a bizarre porno that belongs in /d/ haha and your philosophical label is completely made up how old are you anyways, go get some education before you throw meaningless terms around to describe a bestiality fapping story

"A"You mean... Like THIS!?"Raskolnikov ripped off his skin revealing a hidious blob of a monster. "I AM GREEN GOBLIN MAN. MR.TOLSTOY I WILL DESTROY YOU RIGHT HERE!" Mr.Tolstoy jumped back and said "I'VE THOUGHT AS MUCH SO I'VE PREPARED!" Mr.Tolstoy's face twisted into an unimaginable visage of anger and hate as he pulled out a 12 foot long greatsword from his back. Mr.Tolstoy laughed "I was hiding this under my shirt when I walked in. Ha! You're so stupid." Green Goblin man said in a snobby manner, as if he were telling a bad joke "Didn't your mother ever say to not bring a knife to a gun fight?" Green Goblin Man pulled out a 9mm Glock and shot Mr.Tolstoy 5 times in the chest. Varushka, who was watching, screamed "FYODOR NO!" Green Goblin Man turned around to face Varushka. "I really did think you were pretty." he said as he tossed the cat carrier containing Varushka into a furnace. Green Goblin Man then donned his suit and walked back into the party, ready to have another exciting night."

I'm speechless

To think that somebody took the time to actually create this just to troll some board in 4chan...

More uninspired trolling is hard to come by.
I mean seriously, are you even trying?

Back to page 0 with you

I commend OP.

>>573158
You fucking suck.

>>571404
Thank you that scene took me 2 days to write.

Also, I'd like to thank everybody who allowed me to come back to my wondrous thread after I went to sleep and awoke.

It's painful to read this.

>>573518
Why? Because you're too entry level and need to take breaks in between reading? I understand, not everyone is a genius like me.

Bump

this story is sugoi!

so this is real or is somebody like the most dedicated troll on earth?

>>573762
This is real.
I'm not a troll I am a Post-Philosopher Minimal Existentialist.

This is the best thing I've ever read.

>Mr.Tolstoy's face twisted into an unimaginable visage of anger and hate

>>571206
It's like each word comes alive as I read it.

>>573784
Then why did you sage my thread?

>>573792
Your work is too deep and well written for the general public.

>>573801
That's why I'm releasing it on /lit/ that's not the general public nor my target audience.

>I've now adopted the title of a Post-Philospher Minimal Existentialist
>pic related

>was was was was was
>nice expository opening bro

>post-philosopher

>>573842
Go google it idiot

>>573767
>That was 6 months ago. Varushka now, every Saturday of every week, has sex with an animal, usually a
dog or horse, for dozens of strangers.

>She was then chained to the ground as a dog mounted her and began
vigourously pounding her 12 year old sealed vagina. She cried in pain as a mixture of blood and vaginal
fluids flowed down her leg. Kopecks were being thrown at her, and hit her. Bruises were welting up as she
became almost numb. When the dog ejaculated in her, she shook violently as she tried to get the dog off of
her, but then the dog's penis expanded and became stuck in her.

>>574097
You know, this story isn't about sex.

>>574055
I googled it yesterday.
>>571322

>>574119
Don't put it in quotes idiot

>>574174
I tried that the first time, and nothing conclusive came up. This thread is the first time your label has been used online, according to this search, which I have conducted a second time to humor you.

I think you are full of shit.

So... is post-philosophy a stupid way of saying deconstructionist?

>>574205
Yeah we're pretty underground, we're trying to keep entry level faggots from joining us, but you know, we want to recruit so I'm trying to see if any of you pseudo-intellectuals are up for the task.

>>574605
I'm not a troll I'm a Post-Philospher Minimal Existentialist

fail troll is fail

saw it a mile away