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Looking for literary walking simulators. Comfy literature this all about describing its environment or world, or perhaps digressions on memories. The action and plot doesnt need to be at the forefront. Examples are Sebald's novels, the Remains of the Day, The Crossing, parts of Lord of the Rings

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>>13077279
It's called free will, my dude.

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>>13048487
>that woman holding all those stuffed animals
That got me dudes. I'm going to go lie down.

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>>12980897
I'm not entirely sure what you're trying to say here, but I have some insight on that front. I was in the Army for 8 years, went to war twice in a combat MOS, and was involved in a large amount of contact.

After I separated from the military, my life lost all purpose. Doctors called it "separation anxiety," citing that I was simply purposeless because I was so used to being surrounded by close friends and living a heavily regimented schedule. It would all pass soon, it never lasts long. They were missing one key piece of information however: I didn't miss my comrades overmuch, and I was relieved to have some personal freedom. The issue I had was that at 19 I had accepted, fully, that I would die in combat and when I didn't my mind was entirely unaware of what to make of it. There was also the fact that I actually enjoyed being deployed, and combat was something I not only excelled at, it was something I reveled in. The realization that I would never again experience that fire of life, the feeling only possible when one pits himself and his will against the will of another in a death struggle, truly broke my spirit on a deep level. Whereas some men experience the rage of combat and devise that in contrast that life is a beautiful, vibrant thing, to me existence became almost unbearably colorless. War did not give my life meaning, it nearly stole it.

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>>12868552
/Pol/, /fit/ and /lit/.

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>>12865180
Is it too generic sounding, or is the prose itself lacking? It is the beginning of a fantasy story, and Caile is an elf, of sorts, but I wanted to keep that under wraps for a later reveal due to the story having a locked, narrow perspective. (I also dont really want to use conventional races in that regard, basically "elf", or Ken in this setting specifically, is just the genus of a species who share a common ancestor. They are biologically different from humans, but vary just as much as men do.) Should I play up the fantastic elements more? I thought about mentioning the humans, snake-men, and other fantastic species (from Caile's ignorant perspective of course) when he's longing to roam. I am at a bit of a loss when you say its lacking a distinctive style, so some clarification would be very much appreciated.
>you used the word damp twice in the first sentence
>mfw
I fucking fixed that last thread when the other guy mentioned it, but forgot to unfuck the Word Doc I'm pasting from. Brb gonna go kill myself.

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