/lit/ - Literature

>>3815955
Any thoughts other than this guy's insightful opinion?
>>3816268

>>3815939
I CAN FEEL THE SONG IN MY HEAD

I would write... But then I would count my syllables and worry about misspells that my word-processor won't pick up. The grammatical errors that it doesn't look for scare me. Maybe, if everyone was a word-processor, We would talk with justness. Unadulterated truth. I might say, "This sentence is false", And you would find no problem with it, until you solved it. Then you would be dead. What a world, where words can kill. But do we not live in one already?
The Bossman sent me to bash someone's head in.
I don't care. His word is law. I’m not a killer, that’s the thing. He says to do, what else can I do but obey?
The Plumber sent me to smash the bottleneck. She was my wife. I don't care.
She was a kink in the mass of wires and pipes that make the world go round. I didn’t enjoy it, but I didn’t care.
Last night, I sent myself to do something. I cared a good deal, but it wouldn’t be done. Why should it get done? I would like some validation that I'm doing the right thing, please! Some direction from up there. Corporate sponsorship.
Ah well.
Someday the Technician will send someone to bash my head in as well. Someday, I’ll be obsolete, no longer nimble in mind and body. Sentences will kill me, imagine that! It'll take brute force in the days to come. Oh, I shall miss this life, my thrice-encased steel shell. My head comprised of LED’s.
Yes, he shall send someone to bash them in.
And they will die, and I will die.
And then we'll be done.
Oh, to scribe for just one more person!
That is my only lamentation.

Because who doesn't love 1984.

Yay for stream of consciousness.

No, no. I can’t do that. Sleep in sin. It is 4 in the morning, and I find myself drifting off. If I sleep, they’ll come in. No, no, no! Coffee, I need coffee. Coffee makes you stay awake. I need to stay awake. If I sleep, they come in. If they come in…Grind the coffee? They’ll grind my bones! Stir it, stir it. Make sure it’s in then, sugar is good too. Sugar is C6H12O6 + C6H12O6 => C12H22O11 + H2O. I know sugar. Sugar makes you have a very palpable high. No, no, no, don’t let your eyes close. Sugar makes you crash, crash makes you sleep. Keep them open, take the first sip. It’s bitter, so bitter, that’s good. They like dreams, sweet, sweet dreams. I could sleep right now, and then never, ever wake up. Dreams sound dreamy, cotton-candy and cinnamon. No! Awake, I must stay awake. They’ll be here. They’ll come, so why not let them? Close my eyes, let them come in. But why do I forsake myself? I shall die; die in sleep. Sleep is good, death is good. Employ both. Let them in, maybe they’re nice people. Maybe they’re monsters. I don’t care anymore. Let them in, let them in, let them in. Oh sleep is sweet, awake is bitter. Candy is heaven, coffee is hell. Let them in, let them in. I feel warmth. Let them in, let them in. It is pain. Let them in. Oh me, oh my. It is hell, is it not? I shall leave this mortal realm for hell, for it is sweet. Red is sweet, blood is life, blood is red. Blood must be good, red must be good, hell must be good. Let them in. Oh I burn! Let me in, You are so cool, you are so cool. Soothe my wounds, let me in, let me in.

>>3762544
So become one.

As far as confessions go...
I write fanfiction and compare to actual fanfiction to inflate my ego. I mean, I do write actual stuff, but fanfiction is cathartic.
I only became a tripfag because I'm so lonely in real life
I'm the real stan

Haiku time.
I am not living.
woooooo, wooooo, woooooo, wooo, woooooo, wooooo, woooooo,
are you scared yet?

>>3756063
I enjoyed this more than I should have.

>>3756075
Sorry man, just my opinion.
>>3756071
I like this, although there is a repetition of adjectives that I don't find too appealing. Otherwise it's good, but would be better if expanded into something longer. Zombie stuff is almost never good unless there's a shitton of action to it, because you can't fit much else into the scenario.

>>3755358
You did well. I like how the tension keeps rising, but then we get nothing. Would be interested in reading more.
>>3755549
Entire thing sounds like it was written by a ten year old. Fantasy is generally bad in my book, so that might just be me.

'Salright.
Just skimmed it, but it seems good.

Thread derailed after two posts.
Impressive.

>>3721762
fix'd, thanks for the help.


I wrote a story,
And gave it to a friend,
So I could get burned again.
It was beautiful and gory.
Yet he lost it at half past ten.

A man would buy it from me.
But I had forgot the plot,
So re-write it I did not,
I took a journal from under someone's tea,
And thus my fortune was wrought.

I rushed to the shop,
Showed it again to my ol' pal,
Sho read my first story about the gal,
he screamed and dropped his mop.
And shouted how I was trés mal.

A terrible man I was.
who would steal a good friend's novel,
and call it his own drivel.
I had stolen my own applause.
To the devil I must grovel.

And thus I thumped his head,
And mine doubly as hard,
For I thieved a thief of my canard.
Whilst my wits lay in bed.
From then, our contacts were barred.

>>3721723
Such as?

I wrote a story,
and gave it to a friend,
So I could get burned again.
It was beautiful and gory.
Yet he lost it at half past ten.

A man would buy it from me.
yet I forgot the plot,
So write again I did not,
I took a journal from someone's tea,
and this was a new story I got.

I rushed to the shop,
showed it again to my ol' pal,
who read my first story with the gal,
he screamed and dropped his mop.
And shouted how I was trés mal.

A terrible man was I,
who would steal a good friend's novel,
and call it his own drivel.
I had stolen my own pie.
To the devil I must grovel.

And thus I thumped his head,
And mine doubly as hard,
For I thieved a thief of my canard.
Whilst his wits lay in bed.
Of my story will sing the bards.

Last stanza is iffy, I know.
Critique would be appreciated.

I was never really an angsty person, but I wrote something in an attempt to emulate angst.

I'm a deranged ghost,
drifting,
crying,
dying or dead.
I scare others,
by being me
and it is good.
I need them not,
just as they need
a bullet to the head.

>>3706728
Hey, I just made that one joke.
I've contributed some to this thread.
satan, on the other hand...
What even.

>>3706715
Actually, i'm goats.
Wily Coygoats.

>>3704323
Fuck yeah trumpet.

And the jazz hit itself,
clashing again and again,
Just as the universe goes.

I don't know what I did, but here it is.
Timers time away,
And the racers race,
The cheerer’s cheer,
The coaches coach,
I sit,
And what group might I fit into?
What might I be able to call myself,
So I might act?
I will call myself Death,
And I will die,
Slowly,
Without timing, racing, cheering, or coaching,
But with a damn good deal of thinking.

And I thought my writing was shit...

>>3699406
Dis nigga knows what's up.

My stomach becomes my face,
My ears, my hair, and everything else,
Plays a game of Chinese fire drill,
Whilst in a Picasso.
I go flip flop,
My bottom is my top,
And I curve unto myself,
Whilst in a Picasso.
Why, oh why,
Is it but a painting?

>>3677922
Even though it is "written" by bilbo, he is not the narrator.

>>3677896
But at the end of Breakfast for Champions...
Doesn't Vonnegutsuddenly become a character at the bar, and talk about how he doesn't really control the characters?
Cat's Cradle does have that same perspective though.