What's the reason that you write?

[Anonymous No.14650237]

[Anonymous No.14650284]

I dont.

[Anonymous No.14650542]

I try not to

[Anonymous No.14650738]

To inspire the generations beyond my time and give them the catharsis that breathes meaning to life

[Anonymous No.14650776]

It's so I can say that I'm a writer who masturbates way to much instead of a full blown coomer.

[Anonymous No.14650781]

So I don't forget

[Anonymous No.14651066]

>>14650776
>way to much

Never gonna make it

[Anonymous No.14651728]

>>14650781

This too unironically is one of the best reasons and the catalyst often for anyone

[Simon Magus !!B6w9tJAyfF8 No.14651742]

>>14650237
To try and strike it rich so I can finance the construction of a time machine to go back and blow my load into Anne Frank.

[Anonymous No.14651752]

>>14650237
I want to go down in history
>>14651742
Based Jeff Mangum

[Anonymous No.14652155]

>>14650237

Post pregnant Anne Frank

[Anonymous No.14652157]

>>14650237
For fun

[Anonymous No.14652479]

>>14651742
Oh, Comely anon. Godspeed

[Anonymous No.14653663]

>>14651742

B&R

[Anonymous No.14653676]

No one has written what I want to read yet

[Anonymous No.14654005]

>>14650237
DESTINY

[Anonymous No.14654147]

>>14650237

>a nine month pregnant Anne Frank and Peter van Pels find themselves quarreling, confiding their deepest secrets to one another, and making passionate love as the Allied Armies prepare to enter the Netherlands in September, 1944

Does /lit/ want me to continue writing?

[Anonymous No.14655299]

>>14654147
gentleman please do.
And remenber, you dont need to ask. (wink wink)

[Anonymous No.14655336]

>>14650237
Is Anne the most perfect of G-d's creations?

[Anonymous No.14655349]

for my niggas

[Anonymous No.14655364]

>>14655336
The chosen people truly are blessed.

[Anonymous No.14655382]

>>14655299

What would you like to know about first?

Anne and Peter's budding relationship before the fateful night their child is conceived?
The torrent of emotions they feel upon discovering they're about to become parents?
Their passionate lovemaking in an attempt to drive the fear from their minds?
The machinations going on in the halls of power in Wasington and Richmond?
Why there are men in funny grey suits running around the Dutch countryside, killing every German in sight?

[Anonymous No.14655697]

>>14650237
To be remembered

[Anonymous No.14655724]

>>14650237

[Anonymous No.14655735]

>>14650237
So that I can be remembered throughout the ages.

[Anonymous No.14655784]

>>14655382
Unironically none of this.
But at the same time, if not written cheesily in a romantic way maybe a little.

[cunt No.14656499]

>>14650237
It's fun / want to save my good ideas

[Anonymous No.14656502]

>>14650237
To get better at it.

[Anonymous No.14657669]

>>14655336

Yes

[Anonymous No.14659000]

>>14655724

Cute!

[Anonymous No.14659635]

>>14659000

Checked

[Anonymous No.14659798]

>>14650237
audience pucci

[Anonymous No.14659804]

Preparation for death.

[Anonymous No.14660916]

I'm not a woman so there is no point writing if I don't get published. Only reason to write is to make money off it.

[Anonymous No.14661199]

>>14660916

based

[Anonymous No.14661823]

>>14650237
>What's the reason that you write?
To obtain Jewess cunny.

[Anonymous No.14661964]

i want to make other people feel as bad as i do

[Anonymous No.14661981]

>>14650237
I want to create beauty.

[Anonymous No.14662156]

>>14650237
I have a lot of ideas and scenarios, paranoid thoughts as well, that play out in my head. Sometimes they'd make great or ok stories, and I realized that I did not know any video game devs or film makers, so I just started writing them all down.

[Anonymous No.14663185]

>>14662156

Based. Same here.

[Anonymous No.14664477]

>>14661981

[Anonymous No.14665426]

Pregnant

[Anonymous No.14665474]

>>14664477
how did nazis even exist with this cute little shit around huh

[Anonymous No.14665612]

>>14650237
Stress relief, and to practice speaking.

[Anonymous No.14665710]

>>14650237
norm macdonald has a joke where he says that he wouldn't want to go back in time to kill hitler because he thinks he'd fall under his spell and join the party. i would go back in time and kill norm macdonald if he didn't change the punchline of that joke to say that instead of going back in time to kill hitler, he would just go back in time to kill anne frank. i would allow a copout like "you know just so she wouldn't have to go into the gas chamber. it would be a mercy killing." or something like that so he doesn't get cancelled.

[Anonymous No.14666353]

I write because it is beginning to feel like a passion. It is as if I truly desire creating worlds through words. I realize that publishers would butcher and criticize my stuff, but all the better. I'd like to leave something behind that maybe a few might pick up and wonder why it hadn't gone to great distances.

[Anonymous No.14667090]

because I'm locked in an attic surrounded by a city full of enemies and their conspirators and can barely take a step freely without bringing about unwanted attention that could potentially lead to an untimely termination of my life...shit's bogus af, i're sad

[Anonymous No.14667095]

>>14664477

checked and cutepilled

[Anonymous No.14667158]

I write only for the glorification of almighty Zeus and the blessed virgin Joan of Arc.

[Anonymous No.14668148]

>>14667158

Based

[Anonymous No.14668826]

>>14650237
Because im bored of just reading

[Anonymous No.14669875]

>>14668826

Based

[Anonymous No.14670294]

self harm
every time i sit down im only minutes into what im writing before i completely lose interest in what im writing and think its an embarassing, boring topic that should never be seen
somehow i never learn the lesson that writing is a frustrating, pointless affair that ill never ever fucking ever be good at

[Anonymous No.14670522]

>>14655784

Here, have a greentext sample of a moment of passion between the two

>July, 1944
>Anne opened her right eye, peering her darkened room
>finally the dummkopf was asleep, his snores giving it away
>slowly and methodically, Anne pulled the covers off her aching body
>the night air was unusually warm, perfect
>Anne slowly pulled herself up, it was harder than she thought
>she put her hand on her belly and ran her hand along the curve
>where there was once slim and soft flesh, a hard round bump had replaced it
>it was heavy, and made sleeping on her back unbearable at times
>according to Margot, she was "only" seven months along, but Anne already felt ready to burst
>she was the size of a planet, and she still had another two months to go? Between her changing body and the non-stop quarreling, it made her life unbearable
>her diary had been devoid of entries for days, her mind too scattered by other thoughts to focus
>of course there was one thing that would make it bearable, to drive away the fear and shame her mind, if for just a few brief moments
>getting up onto her feet, Anne felt the bitterly cold wooden floor touch her toes, the splinters dug into her
>but she did not even bother trying to put on socks let alone shoes
>shoes made noise, and her feet were too swollen for anything to fit anymore
>half waddling, Anne crept towards her door, each creak sending a shiver up her spine
>resting herself against the door, Anne slowly pushed it open
>the Annexe was deathly quiet, apart from dummkopf's snoring and the pounding of her own heart
>Anne slid out of her room into the crammed hallway (made more so by her massive distended womb), carefully closing the door behind her
>she waddled about the hall towards his room
>at last reaching the door, Anne slowly pushed it open with her finger and peered inside with one eye
>she could see him lying fast asleep on a couch that was too short him
>Peter, the boy who had fathered her baby
>he was no more ready for fatherhood than she was for motherhood

[Anonymous No.14670531]

>>14670522
>and yet, here they were, going to be parents before the end of Autumn
>quietly Anne slid into the room and past Mr. and Mrs. van Pels
>Anne remembered the the first time she had tried this and Mrs. van Pels had woken with a start
>fortunately she had been able to bluff her way out of it, after all the bathroom was so hard to find in this darkness
>she was sure however such an excuse would not work a second time
>as much as the Franks and van Pels quarreled and bickered, they agreed on one thing, keeping her and Peter apart
>still, Anne persevered
>as she finally reached Peter, she felt a pang of hesitation, she would no doubt get into trouble for this
>but at the same time, Anne remembered how she had seen how he couldn't help but stare at her earlier at dinner
>whenever shot a glance at her growing belly, his pants contorted with discomfort
>Margot thought it was because he found the sight of her deformed and distended stomach repulsive, but Anne knew better
>Anne knew that face, she knew exactly what he wanted
>and Peter owed her this after everything
>Anne poked him, at first Peter seemed unwilling to stir, but she persisted
>finally Peter opened his eyes, he almost cried out in surprised but Anne shoved her hand over his face before he could wake anyone else
>"Shhhhhhh", she whispered, putting her finger to her mouth
>she gestured Peter to follow her
>Peter managed to pull himself and Anne helped him out of the room
>through the darkness they managed to reach the false bookcase that shielded their refuge
>it had been a long time since had set foot outside, she was starting to forget what it’s like to be on the outside
>Anne pressed the hidden button and the door slid open
>she knew she was definitely wasn't supposed to but she couldn't help it, her need was overpowering
>Peter seemed to hesitate, Anne grabbed him by the arm and dragged him along
>together, they made their way through the Opekta plant, its once bustling halls now sat eerily silent and abandoned, only the moonlight shining through the window illuminating their way
>suddenly, Anne heard an all-too familar buzzing sound, she stopped and looked up, Peter did the same
>the buzz turned into a shrill roar as a low flying aircraft thundered by, the sound sent a shiver up Anne's spine, it was the same roar from the nightmares that plagued her nightly
>the planes had been showing up more frequently since this "D-Day" last month, they buzzed about like angry bees, swooping in low, sometimes they would blare bizzare music, it was loud and harsh, she hated it
>as much as she wanted the Allies to come and set her free, she also wanted to get a night's sleep
>the thought of liberation only reminded Anne much she desperately wanted to escape, anywhere else would do

[Anonymous No.14670543]

>>14650237
It makes me feel some semblance of self worth.

[Anonymous No.14670564]

>>14670531

>Peter would provide her with an escape of sorts
>at last the plane seemed to veer off, leaving two pounding hearts behind
>as Anne nervously wiped the sweat off her forehead, she felt a kick in her womb
>reflexibly, she grabbed Peter's hand and placed it on her stomach, he needed to be reminded as much as her that in spite of all the pain, discomfort and mess, she was carrying a sweet secret inside her
>she watched his eyes light up, marveling at the life that only separated by a thin layer of flesh
>a gust of wind snapped Anne back into reality, she felt her need tugging at her
>she softly took Peter's hand again, "come"
>they began climbing the stairs, Anne had always hated stairs, now she found them almost impossible to climb with her huge belly weighing her down
>thankfully Peter seemed to be pushing her up himself
>at last she managed to scale the last stair, she tried opening the door but it was heavy, Peter joined in and gave it a nudge, finally forcing it open
>Anne and Peter emerged onto the roof, for the first time in months Anne could see the Amsterdam skyline clear, it was a beautiful sight
>the skies were now clear,the plane had since moved on
>good, Anne didn't want any distractions
>she turned and planted a kiss on Peter's mouth, at first he seemed to hesitate, then he joined in

[Anonymous No.14670565]

>>14670564
the kissing turned more and more passionate
>there was no turning back now
>Anne struggled to take her sweater off, she tugged and tugged, almost tearing it
>just as her bare stomach became visible, she felt a pair of hands grabbing onto her swollen belly
>she felt her belly jiggle as Peter played with it like a toy
>her stomach was bloated, covered in red stripes that ran all over, warped beyond imagining, Anne had to work up the courage to look at herself in the mirror
>and yet Peter was not only aroused by the mere sight of her midsection, but actually getting to touch it left him completely mesmerized
>Anne couldn’t help but quietly giggle from the tickling as Peter caressed her belly, completely lost in himself
>but as much as she wanted Peter to enjoy himself, she had to enjoy him too
>she quietly counted down to ten and whispered “a little help here” gesturing to her sweater
>Peter joined in, yanking on the strain fabric with what Anne could only think of as hungering desperation
>at last their combined efforts managed to pull the sweater off, fortunately getting her skirt off was easier
>the kissing resumed, now only more intense, she could feel Peter grabbing her breasts, squeezing them with mad vigor
>she began softly pushing Peter down, with only minimal resistance, she had him on his back
>almost instinctively, he began undoing his belt
>without looking, Anne reached down and pulled open his pants
>she looked down at Peter, he was still groggy after everything
>he was also rock solid, the mere sight of her naked stomach was enough to arouse him
>she climbed on top of him
>Peter tried grabbing himself to insert inside of her but he seemed to shake with nervousness
>frustrated Anne finally grabbed him and inserted him inside of her
>she began to ride him
>at first she went slowly, she was so heavy she couldn't manage more
>then the rhythm came
>she could hear Peter quietly utter in between muffles “if you get tired let me know”
>a barely audible “okay” came in between gasps
>she rode him as if he were a toy horse and she was still an innocent child
>she felt as Peter grabbed her belly again, unable to keep his hands of it
>as if sensing its father’s presence, Anne felt the breath almost punched out of her by a kick, but in the heat of the moment, the sensation seemed to send an electrifying pleasure through her body
>it drove the thoughts of the Nazis, the Jews, family quarreling, impending parenthood, her diary, from her mind

[Anonymous No.14670588]

>>14670565
>for a brief moment, she slowed
>”Do you need a break?” Peter seemed somewhat concerned
>Anne was too overpowered by the rhythm of Peter’s lightening strikes inside of her was completely unable to utter a coherent reply
>she began to pick up speed again
>for what seemed like an eternity, they were one flesh, throbbing, moaning, and dancing together
>at last Anne felt her insides being filled with a hot goo, it sent her into pure ecstasy
>she could have stayed in this mindless bliss forever, but then she heard Peter's grunting
>she realized what discomfort he must've been in, supporting all her weight
>slowly Anne pulled herself off Peter and laid by his side
>she knew the roof was cold and the coarse tiling dug into her skin, but she couldn't feel it
>as her senses returned, so did the familiar buzzing
>Anne looked up into the night sky and saw the moon blocked out by the chemtrails of armada after armada of Allied warplanes
>small planes big planes, all on their way to Germany to take the fight to the Nazis’ backyard
>instead of the normal shiver, she felt an unusual solace
>there was hope yet, that this war would soon be over
>and with any hope, she, Peter, and the baby would all live to see it

Meanwhile as Anne and Peter enjoy the simple pleasures of a night of carefree sappy teenager love, planning for the July 20 plot continues in Germany, the Allies trap the Wehrmacht in the deadly Falaise Gap, the Soviets roll across Eastern Poland ever closer to Warsaw, and the first Confederate Air Force B-29 and B-32 bombers arrive in the UK for a renewal of the air campaign over Eastern Europe in support of Czech and Polish partisans.

[Anonymous No.14671339]

>>14657669

Anyone want to color this?

[Anonymous No.14671485]

>>14650237
>>14650237
Then suddenly in mid thought my vision was surrounded by budding trees and I stopped to devore the sight. Pink, yellow, purple splayed out in beautiful satisfying appeal. It stirred my inner child and warmed my heart. I stood there for some time not wanting to continue still as a summer lake. Beauty is fleeting and nature is unashamed to want to continue its expression of life, it yerns each year to bring new life into the world and fill the vision with inspiration.

Writing is how we bring light into a dark world.

[Anonymous No.14671500]

>>14670588
>Suddenly there was a knocking and banging on the door
>Anne pushed Peter into a cupboard as HITLER walked in
>"There you are my love" as he grabbed her into his embrace and kissed her passionately
>Peter was shocked at the sight as Hitler pushed Anne onto the bed and his superior fascist penis enforced its self into Annes Democracy
>Hitler pushed harder and harder until her whole BODY was convulsing and heiling for all her might
>Then suddenly Annes stomach ballooned and exploded and out came the Aryan stereotype with not a hit of Judaism in it.
>Then Annes child jumped into Peters crawl space, took him out and strung him on the tree of life to teach Jews to never profane LIFE and GAIA again.
>Then all the angles in heaven clapped

[Anonymous No.14671597]

I *sometimes* write because I've drunk too much coffee

[Anonymous No.14672463]

>>14670522
>>14670531
>>14670564
>>14670565
>>14670588
Well writ but I didn't like it. Do you have a chapter where she delivers the baby and they ate her afterbirth

[Anonymous No.14673576]

>>14671597

Based

[Anonymous No.14674778]

>>14671485

Those girls likely wound up becoming victims of the war he started.

[Anonymous No.14674806]

>>14650237
I write to be written.
I read to be well-read.
I like to wipe my arse
until I've bloody left it red.

I love to be smitten, I fuck to be well-bred
Sometimes I hose the urine off
an old geezer's hospital bed.

I watch TV to be placated,
And I watch porn just to protest.
I want to be a girl sometimes,
If it weren't for the hairy chest.

I can't stand to be humiliated,
But I wont sit to hide the shame.
Oh, would you look at that–
Tom's gone and pissed himself again!

Though,
despite the smell,
It doesn't (that badly) stain..

[Anonymous No.14674946]

>>14672463
>Well writ but I didn't like it.

What’s not to like? You have pregnancy, teenage romance, outdoors sex, and the ominent sense that something else is afoot.

>Do you have a chapter where she delivers the baby

Haven’t decided how to do the birth yet, all I know is that

>Peter inadvertently triggers labor in the very very overdue after a night of exceptionally rough sex
>Anne experiences both agonizing pain and indescribable pleasure during labor, to the point where it makes her so horny that she demands that the family looking after her leave temporarily and basically forces Peter to fuck her one last time before giving birth
>the opposing sensations become so intense that Anne has an almost out-of-body experience
German troops assault Confederate positions some miles away and they break up he attack with artillery and air strikes
>the sound of the guns firing in the distance are interpreted as thunder to Anne
>the adults try to make Peter leave but Anne demands that he stay because she wants a familiar face to comfort her
>Peter winds up delivering the baby himself when everyone else is busy trying to find a midwife who is actually on the other side of town, but a traffic jam of Confederate tanks prevents her from arriving in time

[Anonymous No.14675122]

>>14672463
>Well writ but I didn't like it.

What’s not to like? You have pregnancy, teenage romance, outdoors sex, and the ominent sense that something else is afoot.

>Do you have a chapter where she delivers the baby

Haven’t decided how exactly to do the birth yet, all I know is that

>Peter inadvertently triggers labor in the very very overdue Anne after a night of exceptionally rough sex
>Anne experiences both agonizing pain and indescribable pleasure during labor, to the point where it makes her so horny that she demands that the family looking after her leave temporarily and basically forces Peter to fuck her one last time before giving birth
>the opposing sensations become so intense that Anne has an almost out-of-body experience
>German troops assault Confederate positions some miles away and they break up the attack with artillery and air strikes
>the sound of the guns firing in the distance are interpreted as thunder to Anne
>the adults try to make Peter leave but Anne demands that he stay because she wants a familiar face to comfort her
>Peter winds up delivering the baby himself when everyone else is busy trying to find a midwife (who is actually on the other side of town, but a traffic jam of Confederate tanks prevents her from arriving in time).

>and they ate her afterbirth

Uhhhh... what?

[Anonymous No.14675394]

>>14674778
>He started
Remind me about the French Ambassador to Berlin who in his arrogance delayed and destroyed the hopes of Weimar Republic from securing loans to pay off the Versaillie treaty
Or the Americans who held talks and pressured Germany for payment of their Army

[Anonymous No.14675573]

>>14675394
>conspiring with the USSR to attack Poland without anything remotely resembling a justification even after Great Britain and France made it abundantly clear that attacking Poland would be considered an act of war
>not starting a war

[Anonymous No.14675629]

>>14650237
I LOVE ANNE FRANK

[Anonymous No.14676407]

Used to write short stories but the moment I finished them, I cringed pretty hard and never even gathered the courage to go back and revise them.

Love writing poetry. I've written close to a thousand poems. Most of them suck and are pretty cliche but they make me feel great. My poems speak to me.

This is the only reason I write. There's no way I can ever compete with the world on written words, but I can stimulate myself with poems and that's enough for me.

[Anonymous No.14676414]

>>14675122
You know they munch on her afterbirth

[Anonymous No.14676498]

>>14671485
I know that feel very well. Where I live there is a certain species of a flower that, in the youthful springtime, grows all along the road in dazzling yellows and blues. I appreciate you sharing.

[Anonymous No.14676501]

I write because I want a part of me to remain in this world when I am dead.

[Anonymous No.14676564]

>>14650237
I stayed alive because I read and looked at art, poetry. I write because maybe someone reads something of mine and goes “eh, maybe I’ll live another day”.

[Anonymous No.14676617]

Because it's the only thing I neither like doing or dislike doing it.

[Anonymous No.14677303]

To feed myself in a satisfactory manner.

[Anonymous No.14677335]

Artistic self-expression. I do it for myself, not for others.

[Anonymous No.14677337]

I write to spite all the shitty writers that haven written a book full of plotholes, scientific inaccuracies, deus ex machinas and the mundane or ridiculous to an extreme. For example: The Hunger Games

[Anonymous No.14677390]

>>14676414

I know the gooks do that because they're constantly starving, but this are 1940s European Jews we're talking about so that would be kinda out of character.

[Anonymous No.14677761]

>>14677337
You just sparked my writing energy to newer heights
>>14677390
Jews never get out of character. You can see a Jew who is marrying a lobster and you can be like: "Well, he is Jewish."

[Anonymous No.14678040]

>>14650237
I don't really know, it's automatic for me to take a piece of paper and start writing whatever the hell is going through my mind, my house is full of notes and pages, usually what it is written on them is completely disconnected from the rest, why I write is not my concern, I just do it

[Anonymous No.14678067]

I’m just writing down the daydreams of my youth.

[Anonymous No.14678125]

>>14678067
Imagine if you're audibly telling the nation the daydreams of your youth, that would be like an i don't know... a Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation?

[Anonymous No.14678208]

>>14650237
Cope

[Anonymous No.14678232]

>>14678040
t. Fernando Pessoa

[Anonymous No.14679003]

>>14671500

Cringe

[Anonymous No.14679773]

Yeah

[Anonymous No.14680200]

To convey ideas. I want people to hear my ideas, something about a good idea nobody ever hears is sad to me, its like a silent symphony, in a way.

[Anonymous No.14680207]

Also, does anybody even read these threads or do they just write something lol.

[Anonymous No.14681015]

I always wanted to flex on young jewish women...

Also it feels good when you write sth between lines and people can create the whole painting from small pieces of puzzle.

[Anonymous No.14682024]

>>14677761
>You can see a Jew who is marrying a lobster and you can be like: "Well, he is Jewish."

Mr. Krabs?

[Anonymous No.14682717]

Feels good man.

Lets out the emotions as hot cum on blank pages. Keeps my mind occupied so I think less about self-deprecating things.

[Anonymous No.14683067]

>>14680207
I read them. I wouldn't even consider myself a writer, although I've tried it a few times and I desperately want to write something I find beautiful. I don't know why, that's probably why I'm reading this thread.

[Anonymous No.14683082]

explore what's inside me

[Anonymous No.14683100]

When I was a kid, I read and felt elation. I remember the moment I felt the urge rise to create something that would give someone else elation.
Now I don't feel it anymore. I keep writing, trying to fufill the same goal. But things are different now.

[Anonymous No.14683299]

>>14650237
I lack the skills, resources, and connections required to make movies or video games