/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.16503735]

ITT: Post an image. Anon below you has to write at minimum 3 paragraph short story about the image.

If the image above you does not suit your fancy, you can write two short stories of other ones in the thread.

[Anonymous No.16503781]

[Anonymous No.16503802]

>>16503781
“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked as she slowly let go of her wide open ass cheeks. “You’re going to make a fucking mess. Do you know how much that dress cost us? Are you aware of how many hours of overtime I had to work just to buy you a stupid fucking period authentic dress? We’re you taking butthole selfies? Jesus Christ, why the fuck are all the baking supplies out? We’re you baking a fucking cake? I swear to god if we have to get that shit dry cleaned or get your mother to wash it by hand... Jesus Christ. Go to your fucking room. No. Just go. I don’t want to hear a word from you.”

She slowly walked towards the stairs to her room. “And if you’re making money off that only fans shit, somebody’s gonna have to start paying rent. All in the fucking entrepreneurial spirit of course!”

[Anonymous No.16504182]

>>16503802
>not posting an image

fine then, >>16503735

The cat selected the ace of spades. He had no real notion of the rules of this card game, nor did he grasp that the chunk of gray weight next to him was capable at any moment of obliterating his furry little head into a pudding of pink triangles and tiny gooey spheres, thus sending his puny consciousnesses twirling out into the depths of a nothingness that he also did not comprehend. But he did understand one thing for sure: this card was favored by white women. He had seen the design on his master's ankle, the other master with the long hair, so now he must investigate.

The cat recalled that the woman made a peculiar clicking nose with her feet so he stood by the door and waited. Eventually, click click click. The door jostled. In came the behemoth with the design on her ankle, and the cat rubbed against her leg, hoping perhaps that some of the knowledge might dawn upon him via tactile transference. He waited for a spark of realization that did not come. Roughly five seconds later he became bored enough to lick his own taint. But then, another noise from beyond the door.

An additional behemoth, this one with an overall darker hue and repugnant scent, strode through the threshold. He leaned in and did something to the long haired master that previously only the short haired master had done. Then they continued into the game room with the mysterious card. The short haired master bolted up out of his seat.

"I thought you were at work?" said Long Hair.

Short hair grabbed the gray weight, pointed it at the Long Hair and the dark stranger, and a boom like nothing ever heard before shook the cat off his feet. When he finally returned to a dim awareness of his surroundings he at once began to lick the uncomfortable redness from his coat.

[Anonymous No.16504251]

>>16504182
Just wanted to say I love your writing style, nice to read and made me kek

[Anonymous No.16504257]

[Anonymous No.16504293]

>>16504251
thanks :)

also I forgot to post my own damn pic while complaining about somebody else

[Anonymous No.16504299]

>>16504257
Check

These

Dubs

[Anonymous No.16504304]

>>16504299
witnessed

[Anonymous No.16505135]

>>16504299
short stories about numerology?

[Anonymous No.16505160]

>>16504293
"Don't mind me!" he said, his voice boisterous yet polite. Truth be told, I hadn't even noticed him, but now I couldn't stop glancing down at his beady eyes and absurd hat. I shifted my weight from one foot to another, hoping the bus would arrive. "Don't mind me!" he said again, and there was a such a note of enthusiasm that I felt I had no choice but to reply.

"You're quite alright, mate," I said apologetically, watching him adjust the straps on his harness and then blow his nose, letting the dropping fall silently down the sewer shaft to whatever lay below. He gave me a small smile, and I added quickly, "What are you going down there for?"

His eyes widened in childlike surprise and pleasure. "Alligators," he said simply, and gave a laugh like a little bird thrilled to leave the nest. "Under the city is absolutely teeming with alligators." I nodded, having read about the subject at some length in my favorite novel by Thomas Pynchon, V. But what he said next surprised me. "Not to hunt them, if that's what you were thinking. I just like to look at the great creatures and tell them stories of the world above, like I'm doing with you now."

I looked down at my feet. They were scaly and a dark and dingy green, but I had not noticed any change. "Sorry for that," the little man said softly, and repelled down to tell another bystander about his true condition.

[Anonymous No.16505191]

>writing prompts