/lit/ - Literature

Like any good childhood reminiscing tale, my story begins during the summer.

Preoccupied was inexplicably the last adjective one would use to describe Catherine Briggs.

Her dialysis machine malfunctioned, the tubes ripped from her arms and sprayed the walls with urine and blood.

That bastard stole my purse

>>918005
winrar

>>918009
I imagined a guy saying that, and I lol'd.

Never in my life had I seen so much cum explode from one dick.

No.54 spent most of her time in the tunnel and it was a damp quiet place with water dripping down from the wide underbelly of the copper pipeline that ran across the ceiling.

Batman was dead.

"Gee, it sure is booooring around here."

>>918020
WHAT

NO

She was a straight-A accounting student who somehow ended up in the porn industry.

On the lake Potowa near Sherwood, there’s a huddled group of lakehouses where the rich folks from New York State come to spend a month or two a year.

The genre is sci-fi. ..ish.

In today's world magic is gone and for good reason.

I feel I lack the proper jurisdiction to scribe these notes that will certainly later form the basis of a journal but I find myself inexorably drawn to the quill.

I CAN WORDS

ALL OF THEM

>>918040

>I CAN WORDS
>i can has words pls?

Working on three different projects
1 Vivid as the crimson sky that haunts my malignant thoughts.
2 His gaze punctured the clouds and touched the sky and grasped.
3 They see me talk, but they will not listen, never.

The dead looked upon the ancient stone outpost in the distance and then continued about their way.

This story does not take place at the end of the world, it takes place at the end of an era of civilisation. Confusing the two is foolish, arrogant, and ever so human.

>>918047
interest

Of course I feel badly about having killed Bengt.

They see me rollin', they hatin'.

The popular image of the United States as a land of the free must always contend with the reality and lasting influence of slavery.

FADE IN:

>>918049
>cliche apoc story beginning. blablabla humans bringing down their own destruction, we're arrogant we think the end of our civilisation is the end of the world.

>>918092
>we're so mean to brack people :(

In the year 2131, Professor Garlic Agamemnon proved the non-existence of the afterlife.

>>918111
That's quite ambitious of you.

>>918111
:(

>>918111

The full paragraph:

"In the year 2131, Professor Garlic Agamemnon proved the non-existence of the afterlife. This changed everything. Finally, humanity realised that happiness was the most important thing for it to pursue, and there were many long-reaching consequences of this realisation. But it is not yet the year 2131 – it will be one day, but that day is not today. No, the year is 2012; and the day is December 21, the day of the apocalypse."

David arrived at Coëtminais the afternoon after the one he had landed at Cherbourg and driven down to Avranches, where he had spent the intervening Tuesday night

>>918109
Actually, I include indentured servitude in my definition of slavery.

>>917993

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Good morning, you little onion-stinking, sweat covered, disgusting little girl.

The ground was hard and everything was wet.

>>918160
lol

"Forgive me, my hour in short and "

I'm still working on it, hate writing first lines.

>>918166
is short*

lol sorry

The small girl tripped - or slipped - and the world fell with her.

Fire. Pillars of fire. The sun had risen three hours too early. It had risen, and now it was descending upon the earth.

The pain had started - although it would be a long time before he came to realize it, and a longer still time before he made the connection between the two events - at his first day on his new job.

She awoke with my balls resting on her forehead.

I awoke in the dim haze of a lazy Sunday afternoon, the sandpaper tongue of a cat lick-tickling my toes through the holes in my blown-out shoes.

I first heard the voice when I was four.

>>918202
My maid, a slim woman of African descent, was busily cleaning my testicles with her warm, wet tongue.

When I fart, it is like the stench of a refined concoction escaping its containment.

They didn't know it, those happy 4chan boys, but they had a big surprise coming.

>>918226
Oooh! I want to read it!

I was sitting in a leather armchair at this bar called Daveah's in a nicer part of New York next to Mr. Darcy and Heathcliff and Marlow was ranting on about "those dirty fucking niggers in the Congo" when I caught sight of this asshole named Quentin Compson and had to tell Marlow to shut the fuck up so as to draw attention away from our merry little circle.

It was a strange style of spaghetti, the strands dyed black by octopus ink.

Sounds like Palahniuk has been busy lately

When you go to Africa hoping to have a rhinoceros penetrate you anally with its horn, you start to question things. Where did it all go wrong for me?

>>918243

I could actually read this.

>>918243
good.
>as to
doesn't mesh.

Nigga be all playin dat, but dat ain't nothin a nigga can't done do.

Closing in on a sporadic bulb, neon encapsulating his eyes, the fly landed on luminescence and sparks entered his carapace congealing his heart.

Cheers echo across the terrifingly large mass of oceanic water as foam shoots out from the Champagne bottle aboard the SS. Neptune.

"how do these shoes look?"
"they make your vagina smell bad."

The city is youthful, alive with colour and the sounds of restlessness. It crawls up Mtatsminda’s craggy side like a dying sinner towards salvation.

>>918243

lrn2fullstop

Are you a believer in ghosts my friend?

COOL THREAD, GUYS!

The first thing she heard was the scream.

"Leaves rustled on the salty wind and coasted through the rain."

My father drove me to the depot with the windows rolled up.

>>919018
You know these two sentences don't mesh at all? How is a city youthful but at the same time like a dying sinner? While I understand its just an analogy, the imagery is conflicting horribly.

I wish I had a cattle prod.

Why?

don't have the first few pages, but heres my ending...

She would never be the same after seeing the man she loved die, so she whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and there were dice in the mirror. If anything, she thought, this cab was rare-- but she thought, 'naw, forget it.' "Yo homes to Bell-air!'

people will be pissed after reading 50,000 words and get trolled that hard on the last sentence.

I've begun every one of my stories the exact same way for longer than I can remember.

It was a dark and stormy night

He whipped out his throbbing cock and stuck it in her mouth, but let me start from the beginning...

The battle-field lies before us.

This is a deceptive beginning, as the next sentence is a lot longer, and it's not even about soldiers.

Madeleine, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Ma-dee-line: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.

>>919096
Brilliant!

I lol'd for a long time at OP's pic.

>>919116
Very original.

I gave him uppercut and hobgoblin was down.

>>919122
It was the chef hat, wasn't it?

>>919132
Yup.
And the face he's making.

The night was for gathering up the quiet structures of hastily formed opinion, collecting compacting and conforming to the electric mush at escape velocity.

>>919122
that's a crappy way to start a story

>>919271
>that's a crappy way to start a story

Now that's a crappy way to start a story.
Capitalize the first letter of the sentence and you need a period at the end.

Dear Jenna, if you are reading this, I am happy.

I am the world's funniest man.

Last night I told myself things were going to change, but I could already see today would be another day wasted entirely on 4chan.

I am forced to remember a boy with a wrecked voice---not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am Christian because of Owen Meany

>>917994

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>>919328
Sadly, this x 100.

>>919353
>>919328
I laughed because this is true. Then, I felt like shit because this is true. ;_;

The shovel struck stone.

>>918046

Terrible. All three.

>Once again, my eyes glanced towards her soft, juvenile thighs. she smiled, perversely, and looked away.

It's a dystopian tale, somewhat. It starts from the perspective of a dream.

Since the dawn of time, man has struggled to find his place in the universe.

She had sucked a lot of corporate dick in her fourteen years of life but this one was by far the best.

Heart beating a rhythmic tattoo beneath his skin, creating earthquakes in his chest, each and every thrum of the muscle sending miniature shockwaves ricocheting out across his form, he runs. With leaps and bounds, each movement made with complete precision, the nimble Elf speeds past tree and shrub and house and person, darting along cobbled streets. Boots clack against polished stone - shrill mimicry of the speedy beat of the youth’s heart, echoing around enclosed alleys and wide crossings for the living to hear.

This is the sound of life.
I know that's more than a sentence but it works better if the entire thing is together. I'm not sure if I like it or not, though. Needs work.

"Uh~nh! Onee-sama, please be gentle~", the young girl yelped as her brother's throbbing cock entered her virgin pussy.

>>918129
>But it is not yet the year 2131 – it will be one day, but that day is not today

>>918129
>(...) No, the year is 2012; and the day is December 21, the day of the apocalypse."
Not cliche at all.

>>918243

>>919253
I want to read this

Carmella felt her eyes creak open, meeting the strange and nauseating sensation now sliding down her face. As she gradually regained control of her senses, she came to the horrifying revelation that there were dicks. Dicks everywhere. Also a cat.

A man stranded on a barren island in a vast, pitiless body of the merciless unknown with nothing but the clothes on his back and a coconut tree to take shade under.

>>919540
That's pretty fucking fantastic, in my opinion.

>>919555
>onee-sama
>brother

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>>919616
You write like Margaret Atwood.

>>919634
Is that good or bad?

"I think we're lost."

Lepidus was a travelling salesman, yet for a number of years he had deigned not to move, and retained little claim to the title.

>>919621
You realize that's just a fragment, right?

The cruel cutting winds drag and tug at the long fragile reeds as i sit on the quad, the miniature gales pulling them here and there against their anchorage.

On Sunday mornings, fog makes the hospital building soft and pellucid, a harmless giant deep in salivating slumber.

The incorporeal pushes and pulls, the invisible sickles and saws of movement send out ripple after ripple into the otherwise tranquil waters.

>>919630
Really? I'm...wow. I'm glad you think that! I wasn't sure if it was too flowery or a little odd and such...but thank you! That gives me a little boost.

>>919658

yeah brah

>>918129
Holy shit, thats amazing. How far have you gotten?

This is exactly what I imagined /lit/'s first lines would be like. Pretentious and dull.

>>919677

is this more to your liking?

>>919677
...and mostly concerning sci-fi or fantasy.

Or DEEP, run-on bullshit.

Sam looked at the wall.

>>919714
Did the wall look back?

>>919724
COMING TO A BOOKSTORE NEAR YOU

"I'm here to kick ass and chew bubblegum," the large muscular man declared, ripping the head off of the closest living being to him. "And I'm all out of bubblegum."

There was plenty of looting to do on the eve of the apocalypse and Harry had just left the house with his backpack empty.

There was a razorstorm coming in.

Somewhat on the topic of this thread, a question for you all; does the first line (or even first paragraph or page) in a book really make that much difference as to whether or not you'll read or buy the book? I can't read books where I don't find the first page engaging and interesting. Is it the same for you guys?

It was the middle of summer and there was no water under the bridge. Jimmy Nosebleed could not have wished for a better day to do this and he found himself filled with a sense of euphoria. Just then he pushed Vicky, tied up and drugged, off the bridge and watched her plummet.

I'm floating down a big, pink tunnel.

>>919768
It's a huge part of it. If a writer doesn't understand the principle of hooking in their reader, go home.

I don't know what to do.

Alexis and I were competing in a reality show-style game.

Ever since my childhood, I have longed to return to the womb.

what do we become when our shadows lengthen their stride

>>919825
the art of hooking the reader is more than just a first line. much, much more.

I came

Skin gripping sweat and the pounding, the screaming masses before him sent his muscles into a nasty ecstasy.

most people on this board can't write for shit

>>919893
Incest incoming

http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/

>>919735
/lit/, I am proud.

Black and Gray spires,

impaling the toxic.

This clockwork world

of dirty steam

has mixed with the intricate cogs and pulleys,

of root and stone.

Only by opening the eye inside our eyes

can the pendulum boom on time.

In the beginning God created...

>>919952
That's really shitty. I predict a flop.

>>918197
>read well constructed and serious first liners
>come across this
>imagine the scene
>hardest I've lol'd in several days

He opened his eyes, disturbed by the rustling plastic bag rolling past in the breeze. "The modern tumbleweed," he thought to himself as he let out a calming sigh.

I know it's two sentences but it wouldn't really work with just the former.

>>919983
MERIKKAN BEAUTY

Not furry, first line is just a tad awkward.

Mrs. Cat and Mr. Dog loved each other from the moment their scents paid compliment.

>>920006
Huh?

>>920014
The tumbleweed plastic bag in the breeze is a cliche that seeks to encapsulate the AMERIKKKAN experience as something disposable, consumable, and (let us not forget) permanently scarring.

Also, American Beauty did it first.

>>920028

Damn, haven't seen it.

Wake up Red, it's your tenth birthday and Professor Oak is waiting for you in his lab.

>>920045
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xu8_8TJC9E8

"How is babby formed?"

>>919896
I am intrigued.

using System;

I’m sitting in a room that smells like old people.

>>920138
>first person present tense
you suck

_____ kicked off her heels and threw down her bag.

Officer Weston didn't understand how folks in rainy places like Seattle could stand it; Lots of rain drove him crazy, being used to his own dry midwestern climate.

>>920139


more like 1st person godmode

It was the best of times, and it was the wurst of times at Schussulussu Weiner factory.

He had hardly noticed the two men as they passed. To him, they were but extras in the larger scheme of his life. Probably talking about their sexual conquests. Nothing worth him noting. He let them go without a further thought, as his mind was momentarily focused on things infinitely more important; namely, the weather. Partially because of his now completely threadbare coat, the weather seemed unseasonably cold for this time of the year. There were even several small flakes of sleet that had begun to sporadically blot the pavement, which was unusual for late March. But it was the wind that made it the type of cold that stayed with you, penetrating your clothing with ease and lodging itself deep within the most secluded parts of your mind. The parts one tries to keep covered. Even in the dead of winter, there were some days that seemed colder than others, and it reminded him of an adage his father used to say; he used to tell him that there was a coldest day in every year. It seemed simple and logical enough, but he never received any other explanation from it. His father was always looked the same when he said it. He would be watching TV or, more often, reading the newspaper, and suddenly he would lower the newspaper, take off his glasses, clean them with the bottom of his shirt, stare off into the middle-distance, and say that there was a coldest day in every year. He could see him quite clearly saying it and he remembered that it always seemed as if his father was very far away when he said it. It was something in his eyes. They seemed to be looking at something another time that had either happened long ago or hadn’t quite happened yet, something that was troubling or comforting, or perhaps a little of both. This seemed like that kind of day.

Here I was right, minding my own business when I accidentally the whole thing? Ain't that a kick in the head?

>>920181
This is not a single line.

>>920181
oh, man, that is just painful. Practice, anon. Practice.

>>920528
Can you elaborate upon said pain please

bump

>>920544
The pain of having a colony of ants live inside your dick

The purpose of this report is to provide an understanding of what stocks are, common words that you will find when discussing stocks, how stocks are displayed, common tactics used to help people make money in the stock market and to discuss a single company in particular Gabriel Resources Ltd.. ... summer school sucks

ok, can nobody steal this tho...

I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady...
it goes on from there, but Idk. I think it sucks.

>>921202
I'd read this.

>>919328
are you me from the future? Tomorrow Me?
If so, can you tell me if I will get away with it?

>>919075
It strikes me more as a deliberate contrast. While the city fuels it furor through the night, it doesn't realize the implications of its merrymaking and the judgment that will one day fall upon it.

Whether it come from God... or something of similar malign.

I studied the photo and I considered its every detail and I noted each wrinkle on his barely imperfect face and his smile reminded me of a long forgotten and unidentifiable emotion that I was sure I had last felt in my prepubescent youth and when I looked away from the photo I felt the way I felt the day I learned of my mother's death and when I looked back a cicada in my skull awoke from a deep sleep and the noise it made alerted me to a nirvana that had been hiding behind abuse and doubt and, finally, I came.

Rupert Dashfield stood over the man sleeping soundly in bed, knife in had


first draft, realised ended plot too early so going to rework a lot

After staring morosely at his computer screen for three minutes, he doffed his shining purple pants and cracked each of his knuckles, readying his fingers for their evening's toil, wondering still which of them would prove the better athlete, which was better suited to combat his penis in the blood sport that ended only after it (the penis) surrendered, exhausted, with a spring of jubilant fluid, like a fighter spitting his mouthpiece onto the mat.

>>921369

Needs more recalcitrant and immitigable and fewer commas

The bus was a Viking funeral.

Hugh Milliner prayed he would never have to renege on the bargain, and gyp the men who had trusted him; it would be a niggardly move indeed to jew his Italian confederates with such a whopper of a lie, he thought, as he struck a match on a chink in the wall; "there mustn't be any monkeying around...the plan has got to be spic and span," he muttered, lighting a fag.

>>917995
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The nigger stood in silence waiting eagerly to evolve in a desert space.

>>921369
I like the part about the mouthpiece on the mat.

The thick aroma of grounded coffee beans painted the welcoming, monotonous café brown with satisfaction, teasing the corner of my mouth, the epitome of pleasure succeeded a sneer.

>>917994
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>>921425
Sadly I have no story idea to go with it, but maybe I will use the simile somewhere else. There is almost nothing more boring to talk about in print than male masturbation so it is kind of limited-use.

In the beginning God made the heavens and the earth.

>>917994

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>>918243

This is very good, and I would most certainly read on. Unfortunately, other anons have the misconception that some overwritten descriptive passage, rife with adjectives, is the way to open something. Woe are those.

>>921505
plz be a troll.

Or go read Heart of Darkness.

>>921513

Please do not force such crap on me because you have such childish tastes

When I became a private detective, I thought it would be cool and glamorous, like all those "film noir" movies I watched had lead me to believe. I assumed that I would solve crimes the cops couldn't, take down tough crooks, and look cool while wearing a trench coat and fedora. Now I see that I was wrong; I only look cool in trench coats. My head isn't shaped right for hats.

>>921518
Heart of Darkness is a classic, you ignorant nigger.

>>919735
9/10

>>921518
You sir, are retarded.

Somebody must have defamed Josef K. because without having done anything bad he was arrested one morning.

>>921627
...hey! I just read that somewhere else.

>>921597

baby's first book

Eunice is chewing the ends of her brushes again as she considers the jaundice yellow glare of a neon pink sun.

The shed was dark, damp, and cold; it was almost near impossible to get some sleep, not with someone’s loud snoring over a few inches away and two or three farmers from the collective whispering plans of escape.

>>921627

Fuck! I just started reading that like an hour ago...

The rain felt cold and heavy to Allen as he walked through the storm's soul rending torrents, and was made colder still by the wind which seemed as a ravenous wolf that relentlessly charged at him again and again, ripping through the thick leather of his coat like it was little more than paper.

"One time i punched a nigger in the face"

>>921690
'Soul rending torrents'?

>>918005
>>918052
>>918111
>>918197

>>918243
>>918243
>>918243

I found all of these very interesting. Also what this >>921505 anon said.

>>921702
Yeah. Ever heard of torrential rain? Throw that on top of the news that your family's killer just broke out of prison and you get "soul rending torrents." It's the depression factor that tips it over, you see.

Writerfags are the cancer that is killing /lit/. Contact me when the stuff you're writing gets published, i.e. never.

>>921709
Doesn't it sound a bit too over-blown, though?

>>917993
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We were fair scunnerd. Wit Alec Mac aff tae purgatory ae worse, an' big Longshanks bootin' the longbows up pas Carlisle, hings wer' nae lookin' gaed for Auld Alba.

>>921731
Absolutely fuckin' perfect.

then again, I'm Scottish and biased! :D

Short story 1

Theodore groped the outside of his pocket in hope to find a hard shape resembling a key; his fingers poked the side of his fleshy leg up and down but soon resorted to the more efficient thigh-palming.

Short story 2

"A heathenous moan trembled from my room, and a reluctant eyelid slithered open."

Rape was the first thing on my mind; I didn't want it to happen. I'd seen it in films and read about it in the paper and so on, and if I ever wanted anything to happen to me, it wouldn't be that.

This seemingly unwarranted fear of rape was more of a hindrance than a help to me; spending half your life looking over your shoulder for that one charging, erect penis ready to forcedly take your innocence is just a waste of time in reality - it doesn't happen. However, I use the word 'seemingly' with great emphasis, you see, I was raped - and I loved it. This is my story:

>>917994
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--> if, then <--> if and only if ^and \/ or (L formula)

>>921717
not really considering that it's chapter six of book two.

>>921770

Mayor McCheese slumped hard against the headboard, his pleasure spent in a greasy morsel of hamburger grease which now trickled down his thigh.

500 years from today, in what would have been western Kansas

No joke.

If there was one thing to be grateful for that day, it was that Amelia Imelda Jones only managed to break two plates in the kitchen instead of her usual dozen.

>>921215
>The purpose of this report is

Never EVER start a report/paper/essay with anything even remotely resembling that. It's extremely bad form.

At the University in the southern district you will often hear the story of a professor who found the irrefutable proof that killing human beings is wrong. One week after he published it, the story says, he was murdered by an unknown person.

I knew today would suck even before Jamal started fucking my chair.

Walking the endless depths of the sea, I came upon a seahorse giving birth to seamares, which were then fucked by actual horses, promptly killing the seamares in the process.

I FUCKING HATE NIGGERS
(stormfront thread)

I am a shit writer. I am about to write something pretentious. Welcome to my postmodern tale.

Preface: This book contains little that is original
Introduction: In the beginning, there was no Europe.
Chapter 1: There is a marked determinism about many descriptions of Europe's environmental history.

>>922078
I'M FUCKING SICK OF YOU SWINEGOLIAN TROLLS SHITTING UP MY BOARD TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU'RE THE MASTER RACE

/int/ thread

Mencius explained the poem “Duke of Liu ”, saying, “Those who sit at home store up grain, and those who travel pack provisions.”

For whatever reason the copy shop was void of human life aside from mine, or the 16 year old part-timer Miguel, I couldn’t say I disliked it.

Would you believe me if I told you it was a double-life cyberpunk book?

>>922099

Miguel is from the Disney movie The Road to El Dorado. Plagiarism much?

ppl please report thois

>>922111
Better get suing all of Mexico then, you stupid troll.

http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/lyttony.htm

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>Tonight, I dream about a dinosaur. Again.


Based in a true story.

>>922162
Wow... My english suck...

First time in his life, Alec had been had.
His pregnancy test came back positive.