/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.4999255]

Post a picture and try to describe it.

[Anonymous No.4999278]

Just a buncha dumb squares.

[Anonymous No.4999282]

a worthless, non-/lit/ related thread

[Anonymous No.4999292]

Not one of the better 4chan banners

[Anonymous No.4999319]

Red sweater.

[Anonymous No.4999347]

>>4999255
This probably sounds stupid, but I started to try to exercise my more less none existing writing skills in the following manner: 1) I get myself a picture 2) I make little bullet points (?) about the most obvious features of the picture 3) I then attempt to connect the dots.

For example: Moondog, helmet, horns, spear, little chain, something that looks like a blanket or a poncho, leather cape, long grey beard that reaches down the chest, stone wall, shadow, boots, closed eyes, viking.

Moondog leaned on his spear. From the shaft of the blade dangled a little iron chain right down to his hips. He was wearing a horned leather helmet and a leather cape with something underneath that resembled a rugged blanket but was worn as a poncho. He had his eyes closed like someone in deep meditation, with a majestic looking beard that reached down to his chest, where the cape was bound together by some string. For persons walking by he must have looked like a relict from the past. A blind viking transported through time and here in the modern age had no more purpose.

[Anonymous No.4999377]

[Anonymous No.4999426]

So there is basically on /lit/ who actually tries to write, only people who plan to write someday about something?

[Anonymous No.4999488]

[Anonymous No.5000568]

>>4999255
Among the sullen and silent drifters there stood, staring into an unfathomable eternity, a homeless man dressed in the shoddy costume of a Norseman. His eyes meeting yours, you seem to forget his diminutive social standing and are enveloped in his bloodshot gaze, but only for a moment.

[Anonymous No.5000654]

>>4999255
An early /lit/ image. Here we see the humorous prose of Stephen King's musings on the elasticity of the female anus. DFW is on the i/lit/erates wallpaper because he was genuinely viewed as a master writer and aueteur who was the voice of the intellectual hivemind movement of /lit/ at the time. Speaking of Ayn Rand was considered shitposting/spam and a ban-able offense and Thomas Pynchon was lauded also.

[Anonymous No.5000665]

>>4999255
>Moondog
that guy was based.

[Anonymous No.5000668]

>>4999282
>writing prompt
>not /lit/ related
let's keep talking about how nicchay is bad

[Anonymous No.5000725]

What the fuck am i doing with my life...

[Anonymous No.5000808]

>>5000725
feels...
we're all gonna make it anon
...

[Anonymous No.5000827]

>>5000654
>Tribes Ascend

RIP

[Anonymous No.5000847]

>>5000568
Rails, clouds, nature, trees, green, shadow, blue sky, unknown destination, rocks,

Through nature led a railtrack, past the shadow of green trees and the undergrowth that surrounded them. I followed the rails towards an unknown destination, above me the a pale grey sky and a few holes of blue.

[Anonymous No.5000858]

>>5000568
Through nature led a railtrack, past the shadow of green trees and the undergrowth that surrounded them. I followed the rails towards an unknown destination, above me was a pale grey sky and a few holes of blue.

[Anonymous No.5000868]

>>5000858
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZOZuqCApnk

[Anonymous No.5000875]

It was an ass, and it was phat.

[Anonymous No.5000902]

>>5000725
He looked like the happy lovechild of a cholo and Kurt Cobain. Even though it was summer he was wearing a woolen hat and a lumberjack shirt. On his chin he had grown a black beard that looked like one of those little caskets attached to the chin straps of military helmets. The rest of his face shaven except the hint of mustache above his upper lip.

[Anonymous No.5000913]

He looked like the happy lovechild of a cholo and Kurt Cobain. Even though it was summer he was wearing a woolen hat and a lumberjack shirt. On his chin he had grown a black beard that looked like one of those little caskets attached to the chin straps of military helmets. The rest of his face was shaven except for a hint of mustache above his upper lip.

[Anonymous No.5000920]

A landscape suspended, perfectly Euclidean in its geometry. The brook runs downhill through a stony grassland, arriving at a gully sparsely populated with flora. The water speeds will all due haste down the rocky cliffside, bouncing amongst the boulders at the bottom. The face of the cliff was particularly rough to the touch, and copper to the eyes, with a particularly sweet smell rising up from the basin below.

This is my first time creatively writing in years, I'm trying to get better by writing each day. Critique please?

[Anonymous No.5000933]

>>4999255
i like this thread. sometimes when i see a picture that speaks to me, i go into a quiet monologue about it.

I begin;

"Vast expanse, the horizon beckons. The moment is still and the color swirls around me. A momentous, stupendous, rolling laughter; the enjoyment of the simplicity of walking in the grass. The sun shines from inside my heart."

[Anonymous No.5000939]

>>5000875
I don't get tattoos. Life is a beautiful struggle on your forearm. Just why?

I vaguely knew a girl who talked about how she and her tattoo artist had some kind of special connection or whatnot, and then she showed us a tattooed butterfly or some shit like that.

[Anonymous No.5000942]

>>5000920
Way too ambitious. Don't jump between fragments and sentences. "Perfectly Euclidean in its geometry" made my eyes roll.

Sorry if I seem harsh, but keep reading and writing. What else is there but practice?

[Anonymous No.5000951]

>>5000942
Okay, thanks for the honesty. Also changed tenses halfway through without realizing.

[Anonymous No.5000954]

>>5000920
change perfectly Euclidean to non-Euclidean

[Anonymous No.5000961]

>>4999255
A corporate icon is seized upon by a Scotsman who has read way too much PKD and RAW and turned into a totem into which he pours all his positive energy in an effort to cast a spell to make the world a better place.

[Anonymous No.5000965]

>>5000933
The picture reminds me a little of that movie cliche where two lovers run towards each other through a flower field with ear to ear grins.

[Anonymous No.5000970]

>>5000942
Not the guy but it sounds like something Lovecraft might have said.

[Anonymous No.5000998]

Anyone able to do one for this picture?

[Anonymous No.5001011]

>>5000998
On December 25, 2012, the world came to an end and the homunculus danced with the Devil on the perfectly Manichean ruins of the way things were.

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[Anonymous No.5001057]

>>4999278
>>4999282
>>4999292
>>4999319

[Anonymous No.5001099]

It's not even friday and the midget is tired. Only the fine scent of tobacco can light the weight of the day. Bussiness has been bad lately; the ussual crowd doesn't come anymore, and only nosey kids and couples with fascination for the freaks come to this muddy place in the limits of nowhere.

[Anonymous No.5001113]

>>5001099
Sounds interesting.

[Anonymous No.5002345]

bump

[Anonymous No.5002363]

>>4999255
When things were much simpler

[Anonymous No.5002367]

She watched her little brother from the bed. The bow legged creature was crying in agony as he had spilled his beloved bag of cheetos and now was standing on a pile of snacks. He pinched the empty remains with his fat fingers and stared into the void.

[Anonymous No.5002369]

>>4999426
From where are you?

[Anonymous No.5002375]

>>5002363
Indeed. I'm not going full Ted Kaczynski but even though technology has brought us many benefits I'm not sure if it was totally worth it. Or maybe life was always chaotic like that but we just didn't notice because we had no access to like we have now.

[Anonymous No.5002383]

>>5002369
Do you mean board wise or my nationality?

[Anonymous No.5002407]

Why would I try to lessen the meaning of a picture by trying to useless words as its descriptor

[Anonymous No.5002412]

>>5002407
>why would I read a book when I could watch a movie

[Anonymous No.5002426]

>>5000858
The wet asphalt reflected the city lights and mirrored the rain. It was like I was standing between two parallel worlds; standing on a fine surface that only let the rain fall through the bottom of the one into the sky of the other, blurring it´s colors.

[Anonymous No.5002436]

>>5002412
That's not what I said though.

[Anonymous No.5002544]

>>5002436
It's just fucking around with words, or exercise. I suppose when you're writing a story you're essentially just describing the pictures in your head.

[Anonymous No.5002589]

>>5000568
Moondog was blind.

[Anonymous No.5002629]

>>5000998
"So then the witch said i would remain a cat until i danced a waltz with a midget."

"That is indeed bad luck." said the Midget. " A witch has cursed me to remain a midget with a huge penis until I have fucked a black cat to death."

"A sad tale!" said the cat. "I would feel apprehension, were it not that the waltz is nearly over!"

"And i would feel dejected." said the midget. "Were it not that we are dancing a foxtrot."

"So you were misrepresenting your waltzing skills?" said the cat.

"I find unfortuantely that some prevarication is necessary at times." said the midget.

"It is the way of the world." said the cat.


magic realism at its finest!

[Anonymous No.5002637]

>>5002589
To say that she was an eccentric would be wrong; not because she acted in a fairly outlandish manner but in spite of it. She was a tool. A tool of the modern age, in which it is normal to pose or to pretend in order to appear something you're not. Look at her, carefree and blithe, as if the fact that she's slicing cheese on public transport is as normal as sucking dick is in the houses of parliament. It's this apparent comfort, this nonchalance towards societal norms, that leads one to the conclusion that she is doing so solely for the camera. It's a one off, she won't be doing it again; she won't become known as the cheese board lady amongst fellow commuters and she won't become the unwitting subject of some viral YouTube channel. She is acting for the camera, for her 15 minutes of fame. Perhaps she'll upload the photo to her facebook account, or her instagram/flickr/tumblr/[insert materialist breeding grounds here]. Maybe it's part of an undergraduate degree project analyzing public reactions to weirdness. Either way, it's clearly not habitual. She wouldn't do this at 12:35pm when there's noone around to gawk at her, even if she is a little peckish for some cheese. No, she'll wait until she's at home like anyone else, so that she doesn't have to lug around her cheesboard 'just in case'. Which is a shame, because, just for once, it would be warming to see someone break convention simply because it makes sense to them at that moment, and not to provoke reaction.

It is because of this that I shall reiterate; she is not an eccentric. In fact, she is merely a hipster.

[Anonymous No.5002663]

>>4999255

This man appeared insane to most, what on earth was he doing dressed up like a viking in the middle of Manhattan? He was however a musician, no one could create such Jazz, it would leave those around him astonished, where he heard such sounds that he gave now to the world. For most artistic gifts, people were much more willing to accept an outrageous dress code. He would be the talk of countless casual conversations with that outfit. On the bus, between old ladies,or as an ice breaker before a flirt,or as a filler of dreaded conversational silence. One could suppose this was effective advertising, clearly the man was not embarrassed for his strange outfit. Perhaps it was because he suffered from blindness, and he did not fear the mocking gazes, or perhaps through his suffering, he stopped fearing petty embarrassment.

[Anonymous No.5002669]

>>4999255
>dubs
>Tim, the wizard

[Anonymous No.5002703]

>>5000998

He was fond of animals, they never approached him with that look of pity in their eye that he was used too.

[Anonymous No.5002726]

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[Anonymous No.5002775]

>>5002726
The only thing you could make out looking at his black face were two glowing eyes. Or maybe they were just holes in a mask. His body was covered in war paint, with two ornamented belts hanging across his shoulders and a third one right under his belly, looking like a skirt. His hands were painted white, one holding something. A bow possibly, but nothing you could be sure about. Whatever he was, it was comforting to know that he still needed to wear shoes, cheap ones for that matter. Dirty little half boots that suggested a need for protection, and when you need to protect yourself from the ground you most likely can't protect yourself from a bullet. So I shot him with my Winchester.

[Anonymous No.5002823]

>>4999377
Officer Ross crouched over the body of the young boy. Only seconds earlier, the youth had been hunched over his steering wheel, glaring through his window as Ross forced him off the road. That was before he flipped five times.

The body was still warm as Ross inspected his pockets.. Why do kids wear such ridiculously tight jeans? he thought. His fat sausage fingers could barely slip inside the denim pouch, but he found what he wanted: inside a sheet of paper, folded upon itself so many times that it was as stiff as the denim, were two pills. Ex.

Ross pocketed it and thought next about what to do with the body.

[Anonymous No.5002828]

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[Anonymous No.5002841]

>>5002828
If the devil was shocked when she lifted her skirt and showed him her yeast infected vagina. He screamed in agony.

[Anonymous No.5002846]

>>5002828
Even the devil was shocked when she lifted her skirt and showed him her yeast infected vagina. He screamed in agony.

[Anonymous No.5002998]

[Anonymous No.5003032]

>>5000875
we're going to need a sauce

[Anonymous No.5003035]

>>5002998
Schizophrenic hobo plans to annoy accepting diner-owner.

[Anonymous No.5003247]

>>5003035
Surprisingly accurate.

[Anonymous No.5003289]

[Anonymous No.5003307]

>>5001099

Poor Jimmy Little Man