/lit/ - Literature

>>834732
whoops forgot my trip

>>834626
I don't understand this elaborate

>>834606
I forgot to add you can rate my story on a scale of 10 through 10.

I'm open to critics, but only if you're a Post-Philosopher Minimal Existentialist.

It was then when Green Goblin Man came back to the phallus and the cage. He explained
"Hee, hee, hee, you have both fallen for my trap. Both of you have an antidote, and both of you have a poison. However you each have different poisons. You will have all the food you want, but you will have no water until you drink the poison which will kill you in 50 minutes. Marie, you have the antidote for François and vice versa. When François drinks his poison, his cage will open, and he must try to bring the Antidote to you, and once François' poison is cured the phallus will collapse."

François and Marie began shouting and strategizing more when Green Goblin Man left. It was decided that Marie, tonight, would weave her hair together to make a long enough rope for François to climb up into her room so they could drink each other's antidote. When the time came François drank his poison quickly and started to climb up Marie's hair. Marie had nothing in her room. No bed, no furniture, just an open window and a huge stockpile of bread. She had positioned herself so that her arms and legs and head were jammed into the crevases of the rocks near the window, she could not move.

François came to the window opening and looked Marie. A grimace was still stuck on her face, and her neck was 4 feet long. She killed herself for François. François took the antidote and he began floating down to the Earth along with Marie. "Oh God Marie! Why?! WHY!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS GREEN GOBLIN MAN!?" Green Goblin Man Appeared and said "You both had the same poison and the same antidote." And then he flew away leaving François with a dead Marie in an open field near a castle in Southern France.

On one warm summer's day François diary had been stolen. Soon the entire castle would know of his secret, he was a werewolf. He was staring into his mirror with tears forming in his eyes when he saw the visage of a green imp appear in his mirror.
"I am Green Goblin Man and I have taken your diary. Unless you do what I say I will tell the entire castle of your secret."

"Oh no! Please don't! I'll do anything, I promise." François said to the Green Goblin Man.

Marie, who had gotten into a habbit of listening in on François' conversations overheard this and bust through the wooden door.
"Begone Green Goblin Man! We don't want you hear ANYMORE!" Marie yelled. Green Goblin Man was scared so he ran away, but Green Goblin Man was not idle, no. Green Goblin Man built a huge phallus like tower and a cage next to the tower. Next he created a devil's poison that would kill anyone who drank it in 30 minutes.

Green Goblin man snuck back into the castle at night and brought Marie into the tower, which only had 1 room at the tippy top. He laid out the poison, and also laid out an antidote. Next, he brought François into the cage and laid out the poison in there. Green Goblin Man then locked the cage and waited for his plan to come to life. You could not imagine the suprise of Marie and François when they awoke in such a strange place! They were yelling and could hear each other's voices and began to strategize.

Hey guys remember me? I'm just posting this story for some /lit/ard who wants to record my work in his journal.

In France, during the French Revolution, a group of about 10 lower-classed French nobles ran away to the country side to take refuge in a small castle. It was the last outpost of the French Royalty. They had all fooled themselves into thinking that the French army would crush the rebels, as they had in the past, and they would be able to move back into Paris. However, the longer they stayed in the castle it began to dawn on them that they would probably be the last French royalty to live. Soon a heirarchy was established to keep order. Their heirarchy was based on how far they could trace back their nobility. François, who was chosen to be the leader, was the great great grandson of the Duke of Lyons. The lowest on the list was Marie, her father was just appointed the title of Baron.

Soon they all began to bore of talking about the jovial life of Paris, and how dirty and disgusting the peasants really are. The nobles, who were not married, began to fall in love with one another. However they would refuse to fall in love with someone who was too low on the Heirarchy. Marie loved François and longed for him, but because she was the lowest on the list, she couldn't even talk to him.

>>601473
You have to have an IQ of 300

>>601482
why so angry? it's a sonnet I had to end it there.

>>601451
Eh, sometimes I read it. I mainly read classical literature, and as you can tell from my poem, I generally write in such a style.

>>601435
Cool stories, I must have accidentally divided my intellect.

>>601420
wat

>>601416
Yup, it is The Press Enterprise. I've talked to the editor in chief, and he's giving me a small column, nothing much, but I make a few bucks doing it.

>>601403
If it were a message from GAWD, wouldn't he have stopped me from posting in b4 I posted it?

>>601402
If you're too narrowminded, then by all means go ahead.

>>601387
I see you've had a glimpse of my genius, don't be alarmed.

>>601386
Well I didn't lose all of the story, I've lost about half of it.

>>601358
Actually, I"m sad to say, I lost that story. I was writing a new story and forgot to save. Damn you Blue Goblin Man.

Oh... I've said too much.

>>601353
I'm not a troll I am a Post-Philosopher Minimal Existentialist.

>>601352
Reaction Image, further degrade yourself you entry level philosopher.

>>601336
If you think that, then you're more entry level than someone in the RP section of Gaia Online.

>>601332
I bet your some Pre-Philosopher faggot, why don't you go back into your little club and circlejerk, because no one wants your entry level reviews here.

>>601325
No, I'm a Post-Philosopher Minimal Existentialist.

>>601315
Are you a Post-Philosopher Minimal Existentialist? Yeah, didn't think so, save your reviews for someone on deviant art.