/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.989400]

Write something. Don't post something you've already written, don't think too deeply about it, don't look for a prompt. It might suck and it might not, just write something about something and post it and see what happens. I'll start.

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She had said it in passing. An aside; an observation, nothing more. Her lips were soft and through them came cool silky words that carried their own sting, and it throbbed a deep poison that stayed long after she was gone. Long after I was forgotten, shelved into the neglected corners of her memory. Her words echoed through a vast emptiness somewhere inside; they grabbed me and cut and portioned and sifted through the fodder leaving my bare, cold self out in the open. They echoed and echoed still but soon faded and as I pondered on them I knew she was right, and it was fine. I wasn't alone, far from it. A faceless, processed product of culture. Mass produced and packaged and shipped out with thousands of replacements, all with the same interchangeable accessories and want for individuality. It would be fine. We would pass through the days within ourselves, others would flit in and out and they too would be forgotten but we would stay together, outside from all others but together in our own segmented reality. Pedestrians would pass by and gape and the tour busses would come with a snap-flash of a thousand fascinated cameras that would turn the congregation into a sparkling diamond; a crystallized snowfield reflected a cloudless summer's noon. We would be fine.

[Anonymous No.989420]

HAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously, that was really bad.

>ensnare naughty