/lit/ - Literature

>>19400690
>African lit
Such a thing exists? Impressive

>>11064713
That's true i guess, but you have to admit it's a little absurd at how much they advertise their Christianity

>>11049121
The fuck are you saying?
Obviously there is something wrong with meursault, and the closest thing to his disconnect with life is sociopathy.

>>10985084
No one knows
some people claim to know but they don't really know, they just think they know when they actually don't know

My father used to refer to my brother constantly as an 'angry young man' a lot when we were growing up. What is essential reading for an angry young man?

Caring Catherine Thomas
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Catherine Thomas was thinking about Bob Gloop again. Bob was a hopeful rover with wide hands and ample elbows.

Catherine walked over to the window and reflected on her derelict surroundings. She had always loved grand Manchester with its ugliest, ugly umbrellas. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel anxious.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a hopeful figure of Bob Gloop.

Catherine gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a caring, patient, squash drinker with pointy hands and short elbows. Her friends saw her as a relieved, raw rover. Once, she had even helped a cruel deaf person cross the road.

But not even a caring person who had once helped a cruel deaf person cross the road, was prepared for what Bob had in store today.

The snow flurried like partying lizards, making Catherine relaxed. Catherine grabbed a solid kettle that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Catherine stepped outside and Bob came closer, she could see the wide smile on his face.

"I am here because I want love," Bob bellowed, in a sinister tone. He slammed his fist against Catherine's chest, with the force of 6014 snakes. "I frigging love you, Catherine Thomas."

Catherine looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the solid kettle. "Bob, I admire your eyebrows," she replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two gentle, greasy gerbils swimming at a very scheming engagement party, which had classical music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles dancing to the beat.

Suddenly, Bob lunged forward and tried to punch Catherine in the face. Quickly, Catherine grabbed the solid kettle and brought it down on Bob's skull.

Bob's wide hands trembled and his ample elbows wobbled. He looked ambivalent, his body raw like a strong, squashed sausage.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Bob Gloop was dead.

Catherine Thomas went back inside and made herself a nice beaker of squash.

THE END


i just pressed the random button.

>>5352188

Yes.