/lit/ - Literature

>>12831144
BASED

>>11041375
>in general are you fussy about your book covers

*lits up cigarette*
you really sure youre picking the right fight here kid

when i was young they used to call our crew the "burnouts". we were bad kids. we drank beer, pulled stupid stunts, got arrested. we worked out at the gym 4 hours a day seven days a week, so you can imagine the kind of shape we were in (top notch). they used to call me "psycho", cuz i was the most unhinged out of a bad bunch. you see, i didnt have no parents, none id like to acknowledge anyway. so im a tough son of a gun, real problem with authority, you know the stuff. i play loud music, i drink good beer, any asshole got a problem with it he can say it to my face.

so but that cant last forever. me and the crew, we were burnouts like i said. we said we wouldnt get no yuppy job, no suit and tie shit. we was gonna be mercinaries. so when we wasnt stealing cars and scrapping, we was prepping ourselves. we was learning languages, martial arts, shit like that.

the rest couldnt take the heat, but i made it. saw a couple of em walking about the old hometown, they couldnt even make eye contact.

im six foot seven. i know crav maga. i know six languages. i could turn you inside out with three or four wrist movements. ive been in the military sure, not for long tho. too crazy for them. after i left that i went freelance like i always wanted to.

ive fought for every group out in the jungle. i toppled democracies. i toppled dictatorships. cuz im just in it for the green, dig? so when i come home and i wanna spend my hard earned cash on a copy of Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace, i expect a fucking blue sky green lettering version, not some tumblr post-it note shit. and if you got a problem with that you got a problem with me

so im gonna ask you once again, and next time i ask it aint gonna be so nicely kid

you sure you picking the right fight
*flicks cigarette at you*
hehe didnt think so kid

didnt think so

>>9883173

*takes a big ol drag on my cigarette*
well well well kid, youve got some strong opinions, good for you

but I gotta question to ask.

how much is your opinion worth when it really matters, how much is your opinion worth when you're hiding in the long grass with shit running down your trouser leg hiding from six heavy brigade combat teams, the elite of the elite, everyone of them with your scent and flashlights running through the grass, as you try to stay still and keep your breathing slow and pray you wont shit yourself again, you pisser how much is it worth then

how much is it worth when you're in a bunker with african drug lords, with your own guerrilla army bombing the bunker with your own supporting artillery, including MLRAs and Big Sisters.

how much is your opinion worth when it really matters, how much is your opinion worth when you got three palestinian ket-troopers brandishing rusty machetes eyes popping out there skull, you've used up your whole magazine, not missed once, these drug-scrambled f*ckers are still coming, riddled with bullets and actually seeming to *get off* on being shot, how much is it worth then you f*cking soup sandwich

these are the kinds of things i saw when i was out doing mercenary work. im six foot 7 and i know krav maga, how many marial arts do you know manlet, you wouldnt last a f*cking second in the veldt

sitting there in your college dorm listening to modest mouse and the shins and you DARE to criticize my fav writer

but im not angry, im a real stoic kind of guy, and im only in it for the green, the moolah. i done real bad shit, real jungle shit all for a slice of pie and dont you doubt it baby

so next time you think about shitting on a writer, check if hes one of my guys kid, cuz im one motherfucker you dont want to cross
*flicks cigarette in your face*
whats up kid

heh heh

cat got your tongue

>>9535327
1.I'm INFP

2. I only write pasta but this is probably my favourite piece. My Magnus Opum if you will

*lits up cigarette*
you really sure youre picking the right fight here kid

when i was young they used to call our crew the "burnouts". we were bad kids. we drank beer, pulled stupid stunts, got arrested. we worked out at the gym 4 hours a day seven days a week, so you can imagine the kind of shape we were in (top notch). they used to call me "psycho", cuz i was the most unhinged out of a bad bunch. you see, i didnt have no parents, none id like to acknowledge anyway. so im a tough son of a gun, real problem with authority, you know the stuff. i play loud music, i drink good beer, any asshole got a problem with it he can say it to my face.

so but that cant last forever. me and the crew, we were burnouts like i said. we said we wouldnt get no yuppy job, no suit and tie shit. we was gonna be mercinaries. so when we wasnt stealing cars and scrapping, we was prepping ourselves. we was learning languages, martial arts, shit like that.

the rest couldnt take the heat, but i made it. saw a couple of em walking about the old hometown, they couldnt even make eye contact.

im six foot seven. i know crav maga. i know six languages. i could turn you inside out with three or four wrist movements. ive been in the military sure, not for long tho. too crazy for them. after i left that i went freelance like i always wanted to.

ive fought for every group out in the jungle. i toppled democracies. i toppled dictatorships. cuz im just in it for the green, dig? so when i come home and i wanna spend my hard earned cash on a copy of Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace, i expect a fucking blue sky green lettering version, not some tumblr post-it note shit. and if you got a problem with that you got a problem with me

so im gonna ask you once again, and next time i ask it aint gonna be so nicely kid

you sure you picking the right fight
*flicks cigarette at you*
hehe didnt think so kid

didnt think so

>>9460494
*lits up cigarette*

>>9454978
*lits up cigarette*
you really sure youre picking the right fight here kid

when i was young they used to call our crew the "burnouts". we were bad kids. we drank beer, pulled stupid stunts, got arrested. we worked out at the gym 4 hours a day seven days a week, so you can imagine the kind of shape we were in (top notch). they used to call me "psycho", cuz i was the most unhinged out of a bad bunch. you see, i didnt have no parents, none id like to acknowledge anyway. so im a tough son of a gun, real problem with authority, you know the stuff. i play loud music, i drink good beer, any asshole got a problem with it he can say it to my face.

so but that cant last forever. me and the crew, we were burnouts like i said. we said we wouldnt get no yuppy job, no suit and tie shit. we was gonna be mercinaries. so when we wasnt stealing cars and scrapping, we was prepping ourselves. we was learning languages, martial arts, shit like that.

the rest couldnt take the heat, but i made it. saw a couple of em walking about the old hometown, they couldnt even make eye contact.

im six foot seven. i know crav maga. i know six languages. i could turn you inside out with three or four wrist movements. ive been in the military sure, not for long tho. too crazy for them. after i left that i went freelance like i always wanted to.

ive fought for every group out in the jungle. i toppled democracies. i toppled dictatorships. cuz im just in it for the green, dig? so when i come home and i wanna spend my hard earned cash on a copy of Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace, i expect a fucking blue sky green lettering version, not some tumblr post-it note shit. and if you got a problem with that you got a problem with me

so im gonna ask you once again, and next time i ask it aint gonna be so nicely kid

you sure you picking the right fight
*flicks cigarette at you*
hehe didnt think so kid

didnt think so

do you finish a book even if it's a piece of shit?

I don't. Life is too short to waste time reading bad books.

Names are hard, they always sound too perfect, too Mary Sue.

What are the names of the characters in the stories you write? What's your process for choosing them?