/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.14122162]

Turn the following sentence into the artful opening paragraph of a literary novel. You may add whatever details you like, but must retain the current details.

>I was drinking black coffee and eating dark chocolate.

[Anonymous No.14122165]

>>14122162

I was drinking nigger coffee and eating nigger chocolate

[Anonymous No.14122241]

Bump

[Anonymous No.14122271]

>>14122162
I was chugging da kofi & munching dat kuki

[Anonymous No.14122272]

>>14122162
I was eating dark chocolate and drinking black coffee.

[Anonymous No.14122313]

Off the top of my head:

> I was eating dark chocolate, chasing it down with an even darker coffee

[Anonymous No.14122320]

>>14122271
Based

[Anonymous No.14122322]

>>14122162
The night was black. A soft shady light smoothly crawled over everything i saw. I grabbed the chocolate bar. Took a bite. Then a sip of coffe. Felt good. Tomorrow, what would i do?

[None !.L61CJPAug No.14122338]

I was eating dark chocolate and drinking black coffee, doing dark biddings and watching black cock strokes, inhabiting dark rooms in front of black mirrors, having dark thoughts and watching black cock strokes, listening to dark deep groans and the farting of black holes, filling the dark void of my emptied mind with black cock strokes, hellhound heart withered like a black rose, because I am OP and I am a cuckold.

[Anonymous No.14122353]

Coffee-black. Choco-blacker
Ate both.
Doin different things
One sweet, takin me low
One hot, so high
Terrible day made better
Thanks

[Anonymous No.14122356]

It was a dark and stormy cuppajoe

[Anonymous No.14122372]

>>14122322
witnessed. best so far.

[Anonymous No.14122381]

>>14122338
Based

[Anonymous No.14122403]

>>14122162
I was drinking black coffee and eating dark chocolate. like everything that goes into my cuwutey twinkey body it was black, and i started stuffing my mouth with hard, warm chocolate pieces i eagerly drowned in drool. a few minutes later i sipped on my coffee to wash down the chocolate, wish made me think about how i needed to get real cummies again soon.
"i wish i didn't have to finish this assignment today, then i could get out and suck a few cocks... maybe /lit/ willdo it for me, let's try"

[Anonymous No.14122451]

>>14122338
>>14122403
Black coffee, dark chocolate, like my soul. Sponsored by Hot Topic.

[Anonymous No.14122476]

This thread has taken a turn for the better

[Anonymous No.14122503]

>>14122162
The coffee, so black so dark (dark) I was drinking, also with the dark chocolate dark I was eating made the food and the drink both dark; since the one, the drink, coffee, was black, so dark, and the dark chocolate, which was the food, was black and dark too, like the drink, coffee (dark).

[Anonymous No.14122740]

Bamp

[Anonymous No.14122922]

I was drinking black coffee and eating dark chocolate on the corner of Jefferson and 5th, to show my derision for people of color. They bring their foodstuffs of luxury to _my_ people? _My_ country? They call down these luxuries through the centuries to this moment in time. _These are_ ours, they say to me? White girl, you cannot partake of our luxuries, you are not in touch with your ancestors the way we our, down to our bones, down to our tastebuds.

An old hunched-over black woman shuffles past me. She goes into the 7-11 and looks at the small plastic bottles of chocolate milk.

I dip my dark chocolate in my hot coffee and watch tendrils of it melt and swirl into the liquid like a luxurious oil. This I do at the old woman. See? I want to shout, _see_? I, Tiffany Debbie Smith, blonde and bubbly and caucasian and pink, little white chick who wears yellow and white and who has a bedroom full of stuffed animals, I drink your shit, I eat your shit, and I ruin it, too.

Take your cultural appropriation and stuff it.

I own what you own. I disgrace your ancestors by consuming everything dark, everything that you were born to.

I'm not going to be content in this life with whatever solid, squat austerities my European ancestry was supposed to bind me to; salmon and potatoes and pepper, or whatever the fuck.

What's yours is mine. I own you, you little old decrepit bitch, skin raisin-wrinkled, riding the bus to wherever you have to go. I came here in a Prius. Fuck you.

[Anonymous No.14122939]

>>14122922
*ugh.

--the way we ARE

fucking brainslip

[Anonymous No.14122975]

I was drinking black coffee and eating dark chocolate. My penis was smudged not with the feces of my lovers' anus, but with the bitter sweetness that marked my fingers. I bent over, as deep as I could go, and wrapped my tongue around my own genitalia. Worming its way under the foreskin, I blended the flavours of after-dinner delight with the after-effects of three months having never taken a bath: dried cum that had solidified into a salty cheese. I could still taste the pineapple I had eaten for lunch.

[Anonymous No.14123024]

>>14122162
‘I was drinking black coffee and eating dark chocolate.’ As far as sentences go it was rather banal, something you might imagine a middle aged woman say to her colleagues when asked how she had spent her Sunday afternoon. But coming out of the mouth of Jon Bale, on trial for the murder of six women who’s feet had been found perfectly preserved in jars of formaldehyde on his bookshelf, the statement coupled with his calm demeanour was jarring. Detective Ellis pulled a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket, he began tapping them on the hard metal table in the interrogation room. Ellis was physically well built with closely cropped black hair and a set of dark brown eyes, he had good looking in his youth but his hairline had started receding and his chiselled jawline was now flecked with grey stubble. He paused to stare at the side of his packet of cigarettes before looking up, in truth he was avoiding meeting Jons eyes because he detested him and his appearance: rotund, unkempt greasy black hair, hairy arms and with a disproportionately fat lower body. Ellis pulled a single exquisite Dunhill from the pack, placed it in his mouth and looked up at Jon. “They don’t serve coffee at Zeke’s diner, do they Bill?” Bill, a brawny middle aged detective with a penchant for chewing tobacco replied from the back of the room “No Ellis they do not. Zeke’s diner is a Mormon joint.” Ellis grinned.

[Anonymous No.14123058]

>>14123024
Not actually bad. I'd lose the '
rather banal'
antiquated register in the opening sentence, it doesn't really fit.

[Anonymous No.14123155]

>>14123058
Agreed. It's especially harsh when used alongside the name "Jon Bale," creates a kind of uncomfortable alliteration.

[Anonymous No.14123162]

>>14122162
I was drinking black coffee just to feel awake in the morning because I'm a cuck who has a terrible diet and sleep habits, I stayed up till 2am shitposting on 4chan and browsing facebook, after my coffee I began eating dark chocolate because if I'm not getting constant hits of dopamine it feels as if I am dead, that will most likely be all I eat until my mother cooks me breakfast later because for some reason I'm older than 16 and don't cook my own food, I've long since decided the world may hold more than this for me but I don't wish to pursue it, the feeling of being alive is such a distant memory to me now it's not something I see much point it, for me all my life and future will hold is existing until the moment I don't

[Anonymous No.14123588]

I had just taken my HRT when I posted a thread on 4channel.
"Turn the following sentence into the artful opening paragraph of a literary novel. You may add whatever details you like, but must retain the current details.
>I was drinking black coffee and eating dark chocolate."
I sat back in my scabeous faux-leather chair and began to dilate while the page autorefreshed, the malfeasant bouquet of my rotting inside-out dick watering my eyes.

[Anonymous No.14123708]

>>14122165
BASED FPBP

[Anonymous No.14123909]

My coffee was black (just like my soul), and my chocolate was dark (though not as dark as my thoughts).

[Anonymous No.14123995]

I was drinking black coffee and eating dark chocolate. A group of my co-workers stopped in front of my stall and stared at me. "Can I have some of your coffee" one of them asked. I told them to get lost but they continued to watch me shit. They started to talk in an incomprehensible babble. Finally, I threw a piece of my dark chocolate and they ran after it like a pack of dogs

[Anonymous No.14124037]

Bitter was my drink, the black poison which slowly seeped into me each passing day - but I did not mind. It is in the peculiar nature of the human being to draw satisfaction even from the blackest cup, to savor being dealt the worst hand, to be intoxicated by misery, the blacker the better - bitter was my sweet.

[Anonymous No.14124121]

I was drinking black coffee and eating dark chocolate. Nigger.

[Anonymous No.14124485]

i was sipping coffe and eating chocolate in their pure , unaltered form , not one drop of milk could disgrace these components