/lit/ - Literature

>>19089024

>>18391540
>believes in the theater of modern politics

> Ihad been asleep when the maid came in that morning. We’d forgotten to hang out the “Do Not
Disturb” sign . . . so she wandered into the room and startled my attorney, who was kneeling, stark
naked, in the closet, vomiting into his shoes . . . thinking he was actually in the bathroom, and then
suddenly looking up to see a woman with a face like Mickey Rooney staring down at him, unable to
speak, trembling with fear and confusion.
“She was holding that mop like an axe-handle,” he said later. “So I came out of the closet in a kind
of running crouch, still vomiting, and hit her right at the knees . . . it was pure instinct; I thought she
was ready to kill me . . . and then, when she screamed, that’s when I put the icebag on her mouth.”
Yes. I remembered that scream . . . one of the most terrifying sounds I’d ever heard. I woke up and
saw my attorney grappling desperately on the floor right next to my bed with what appeared to be an
old woman. The room was full of powerful electric noise. The TV set, hissing at top volume on a
nonexistent channel. I could barely hear the woman’s muffled cries as she struggled to get the icebag
away from her face . . . but she was no match for my attorney’s naked bulk, and he finally managed to
pin her in a corner behind the TV set, clamping his hands on her throat while she babbled pitifully:
“Please . . . please . . . I’m only the maid, I didn’t mean nothin’ . . .”
I was out of bed in a flash, grabbing my wallet and waving the gold Policemen’s Benevolent Assn.
press badge in front of her face.
“You’re under arrest!” I shouted.
“No!” she groaned. “I just wanted to clean up!”
My attorney got to his feet, breathing heavily. “She must have used a pass key,” He said. “I was
polishing my shoes in the closet when I noticed her sneaking in—so I took her.” He was trembling,
drooling vomit off his chin, and I could see at a glance that he understood the gravity of this situation.
Our behavior, this time, had gone far past the boundaries of private kinkiness. Here we were, both
naked, staring down at a terrified old woman—a hotel employee—stretched out on the floor of our
suite in a paroxysm of fear and hysteria. She would have to be dealt with.

>>16642474
>complains about curating an image
>uses grok

Lots of jealous self-pubbed authors in here huh

>>16374907
this is awful wtf

>>14890117
>le single 4chan opinion
You must be 18 to so on and so forth

>>14680228
>because genetics has made it impossible to deny.
Where does one race begin and another end?