/lit/ - Literature

The room was alive - animated by the power of a simple song. Light bounced around with the melody, while the fireplace held a dancer of its own - an orange dress with a face like flames. The headphones blared in time with the slashes of the violin as the piece drew nearer to its crescendo. The flames danced faster and faster, sparks flew out onto the brick mantel, and all the while the violin grew louder and louder.
He felt a chill shoot up through his spine, and his head tilted back against the plush cushions of the lounge chair. His eyes were shut tight, but he didn’t notice. The last few notes of the song slipped carelessly through his mind, and he sat and waited for himself to recover.

So I don't know about you, /lit/ but my main problem is people keep posting pics of themselves on here like this is fucking facebook or someshit.

>>940169
Sucks.

>>940169
Gay.

>>940169
Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag

>>940182

aint me, champ. just some random from /b/.

>>940200
>>940194
>>940187

doing it wrong.

>>940169
go to hell

>>940198
Fair enough.
So I don't know about you, /lit/ but my main problem is people keep posting their shit quality writing on a board explicitly for literature.

Alright, internet, I'm trusting you here...

“This was supposed to be my 24 hours off,” Jack Bauer said to himself. “An innocent trip to Disneyland with my nephew. But no, here we are. I shoulda guessed.”

>>940204
Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag

>>940169

The room was gay - animated by the power of a gay song. Light bounced around with the gay melody, while the fireplace held a gay dancer of its own - a gay orange dress with a face like flames. The gay headphones blared in time with the gay slashes of the violin as the piece drew nearer to its gay crescendo. The gay flames danced faster and faster, sparks flew out onto the gay brick mantel, and all the while the gay violin grew gayer and gayer.
He felt a gay shoot up through his spine, and his head tilted back against the gay plush cushions of the gay chair. His eyes were shut tight, but he didn’t notice. The last gay notes of the gay song slipped carelessly through his gay mind, and he sat and waited for himself to recover from his homosexuality.

>>940228
I like this guy.
He should stick around.
He's a cool guy.

how about this?

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

>>940238
> light summer wind stirred amidst

horrible.

>>940238
so youve got a noun there and then it goes description description description description description description description description description description

ok, lets try some of my older stuff.

Whether I will turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.

>>940285
Is English your second language?
please stop posting now.

>>940285
are you a robot?

jeez, you guys are picky. how about some even older stuff?

Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to this chapter
(havent chosen a name for the chapter yet)

>>940329
your narration is comparable to the rambling of a dementia patient

maybe one more for good luck. I've been pretty busy getting all of these together for you guys just to cut them to shreds. you're welcome.

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast its eyes upon the roads, which were growing from long troughs of liquid mud to proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in the shadow of its banks, purled at the army's feet; and at night, when the stream had become of a sorrowful blackness, one could see across it the red, eyelike gleam of hostile camp-fires set in the low brows of distant hills.

does your silence mean I did good, anon?

>>940395

oopsie!
I seem to have dropped my tripfag for a second.

to be honest i went quiet because i thought you were copy pasting garbage from fanfiction.net

>>940285
Tristram Shandy?

>>940420
>>940420
>>940420

lolwut?
absolutely not.

on a chilly morning in april, a man could be seen walking to the shops at approximately seven am. at first glance he appeared as nothing more than an ordinary man, nothing shifty, nothing special. dressed in a moderate pair of pants and an average button up shirt, all was normal on this cold april morning. however the man wasn't really ordinary, in fact he was far from ordinary. if ordinary described you and me then ordinary would definitely not describe this man. this man was not even extraordinary for that would merely make him extra-ordinary. and when its all said and done, this man was not ordinary.

>>940437
the only piece of writing worth reading in this entire thread

>>940432
Pardon me, David Copperfield.

>>940447

it's MR. David Copperfield to you, faggot.

ITT: proof that /lit/ is 90% pretentious faggots.

>>940453
>faggot
>implying I'm not a shoggoth

>>940465

>>implying that we didn't already know this

>>940465
well, you are just a dumb faggot.

>>940492
this is now a greentext thread

>>fall for OP's troll
>>"...OP is still a faggot..."

>>940444
really? thanks lol i only wrote that just then.

>>940350
>>940329
>>940238
Jesus Fucking Christ, why I haven't I read your work before? Why aren't you in the Zine? This is fantastic fucking imagery. You lope from style to style with effortless syntactical play. My only complaint is with >>940169. It's not nearly as rich or animate as your other stuff; there's no movement whatsoever in the prose, and it reads like you were just chewing on abstractions. Still though. 3/4 ain't bad, especially when it makes up some of the best prose I've seen here.

>>940559

We have a Zine?

>>940579

The ZWG's been around for a while, dude

>>940591

Oh... I'm kind of intermittent here. I'm writing a book, myself, but I've got shitloads of small side stuff. Is it hard to get in on it?

>>940610

Thanks dude. You're very helpful.

>>940601
They'll take anything. Google the ZWG wiki and read their submission guidelines. I think it's less than 1500 words?

Warm life pulsed from the wound in his chest. Though his hand reached and clenched at it desperately, no amount of clutching would be enough to stop its flow. With every heart beat, he came closer to his assured death. The already darkened skies only deepened into absolute abyss until there was nothing in his view.
There, lifeless, the youth lay in a pool of his ever-expanding blood. Mere breaths away from oblivion and all he could feel was frustration; that he would die in such a meaningless way without even knowing what it was that caused it.

Something was pouring from his mouth. He examined his sleeve. Blood? Blood. Crimson, copper-smelling blood, his blood. Blood. Blood. And bits of sick.

>>940646
Pouring from his mouth and he checks his sleeve? Da fuck?

Alright, I've already gotten pretty far into this one, but interested in what /lit/ thinks, being the intelletcuals of 4chan...

>She looked out of the window to the murk and mud beyond. Rain poured in torrents, as it had for days now. However, it had let up briefly for the moment, though only slightly, slowing to a dreary little drizzle with curtains of strong rain blown on gusts. Outside of Addie’s little neighborhood of waste and forgotten dreams, within the city, it was a night when few souls could be found out of doors, and those that were tended to cover with umbrellas and coats, and scurried from place to place with the minimum of time and the maximum of fuss. Right then, right there, the rain would be pounding on opalescent puddles of city grime and the near-acid drippings of civilization. Here, though, such modern amenities as asphalt and the cadmium streetlights cutting holes in the dark had not reached, and the shower waved in sheets up and down brown cobbles, dim, flickering spheres of oily streetlamps threatening to flicker out and leave the world to the ink of storm and night. As they raced in broad stripes of tiny splashes, each band chasing the next, each sheet of droplets in the storm sounded like the scuttling of thousands of mice.

WAT NEXT?

I remember birth clearly, before is dark and static. How long I spiralled in the wonder of infancy I couldn't say. Centuries? Millennia? In all probability it was longer. I saw and felt the energy from other stars and absorbed their light persistently into consciousness. Full formed and awake from birth, existence proved a simple business. My body nourished itself, stressed in the pull and love of the cosmos. Forty seven stars shape me and really I am nothing, or if not nothing then perhaps a web, or a net, created to catch and filter.

>>940758
Grammar and spelling. I'd give specific examples, but it would look like this:
>I remember birth clearly, before is dark and static. How long I spiralled in the wonder of infancy I couldn't say. Centuries? Millennia? In all probability it was longer. I saw and felt the energy from other stars and absorbed their light persistently into consciousness. Full formed and awake from birth, existence proved a simple business. My body nourished itself, stressed in the pull and love of the cosmos. Forty seven stars shape me and really I am nothing, or if not nothing then perhaps a web, or a net, created to catch and filter.

Only spelling mistake, actually, is spiraled--spiralled. But some false word tenses and impenetrable grammar.

Yes. This is my..."dark place"

>>940182
yes, this is why 4chan is dying, it's become the "edgy" facebook.

>>940758

Pretentious faggotry. GTFO off my /lit/

The Penis Was - The rebellion of the clitoris

So there was this gigantic pile of penises, flavored with the tasteful flavor of condoms, a delicious combination, and orgasm of black people. "The Niggers of Paragon" they call them. A cult of bandits that protect the giant tower of Cocky Cock with their big black wood.

But not everything was good in this land of niggers and penises. There where a threat that was hiding into the shadows of the cock that brings light to the land, and floats in the sky like a sun. They where called "The Pussy of Miracles", an army of evil clitoris soldiers that where a potential danger to the land of cocks. The fleet of vaginas plied into the skyes of semen, like fishes into the seas of black sperm, the niggers.

There was only one hope: THE DILDOS of illumination.

To be continued...


Show me what you think.

>>940887

>Show me what you think.

type nigger again

>>940889

Nigger.

>>940894

again

>>940900

Niggers.

>>940905

keep going

>>940908

Niggers niggered the Nigger.

>>940908

Nigger

>>940911

again

>>940917

Nigger

>>940925

again

>>940758

I liked this. Where are you going with it?

I have not read any posts in this thread and I will not read any after mine, but as a none writer all I can say is write about what you know. Do NOT try to write about shit that is out of your league or you will sound foolish. Write stories that center around characters based on people you have known.

>>940932

Nigger

>>940643
I hate to be a bother, but could someone please call me terrible and offer some advice on how to not be so bad?

>>940437
im going to expand this a little

on a chilly morning in april, a man could be seen walking to the shops at approximately seven am. at first glance he appeared as nothing more than an ordinary man, nothing shifty, nothing special. dressed in a moderate pair of pants and an average button up shirt, all was normal on this cold april morning. however the man wasn't really ordinary, in fact he was far from ordinary. if ordinary described you and me then ordinary would definitely not describe this man. this man was not even extraordinary for that would merely make him extra-ordinary. and when its all said and done, this man was not ordinary.

this mans name was alan brown. by all appearances, alan brown led a comfortable life with little altercation. however as we are often told, appearances are misleading. as mr brown crossed the road, he realised that it was rather quiet. being a monday morning, one expects the usual hustle and bustle associated with monday mornings, though this morning was different. mr brown began to realise that there was no traffic, and hardly any noise at all. being half asleep, he shrugged it off.

"must be a public holiday i missed" he thought to himself.

how very wrong he was.

>>940949

wow, douglas. you went downhill real quick.

>>940947

keep going

>>940955

Niggers...

Niggers everywhere...

>>940960


Intriguing, continue.

http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16549

>>940962

Niggers!

>>940965
I have wondered about that pic. I bet the RPG would just rip off the white dudes head and then explode on the ground. The blast might incapacitate most of them but maybe not kill them all.

>>940975

>rip off the white dudes
>white dudes
>white
>Implying there are more white people
>Also nigger sympathizer.

>>940987

BUMPPPPPPPPPP

NIGGERRRRRSSSSSS

Sooooo why do I hate niggas?

Niggas niggering the niggas.

LOLOLOLOLOLLLLLLLLLLLLL


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