/lit/ - Literature

>>13967186
Terrible proser.

>>13967186
A naturalist from childhood, a scientist in manhood, both more and less than he wishes to be.

>>13967186
Sneed

reeRrrEeerrRrreerretrfddrt
HE WANTS TO FUCK CUNNY
ReeeooRRRookioR

Mathilda, the blacksmith's daughter, was walking in the woods, when she found in the high grass a funny looking man lying on his back, smiling at her. He held a weird looking glass apparatus in his hands that made bubbly sounds when he put his lips to it. Suddenly a big cloud flew out of the man's mouth like smoke from a furnace. "Call me Isamuel", the man said, lifting his broad-brimmed hat.

Circumsized penis; For women; Never used;; (Footnote 1: A reference to a passage in Revelations)

loser

>>13967186
>best prose.
I can't even do that. I am complete garbage.

>>13967186
Distant eyes upon the shore, which at points vanish amidst the sea’s horizon.

A man stuck in his tub, the walls, the walls are so slick! How can he escape, the water that laps at his legs is so lukewarm, he suffers, the level rises with his tears. He plashes in impotence, he builds bubble hand holds to climb his way out. At his tired moments, he washes himself with his pruny fingers.

>>13967186
A slimny mess of uncomfortableness and obsessions.

His vapidity unrivaled, he slunk through life as though it were an unwashed prepuce; all opportunities for a climax presented themselves to no end, but his polyphemaic state rendered him too of a single mind. A stifle of release was established, though undejected he hurled delusion about him, sowing no seed in fertile plain, but rather the sterile fabric of his imprisoning attire. That what once was his shield became his tomb.

>>13967186
Just from a passing glance, I could tell, through his slacked jaw, vacant eyes, and the sluggish way in which he walked, that this man was undoubtedly an idiot. A dullard. A dolt. An unequivocal retard.

>>13967186
I read to hopefully find meaning in my life, I don't care much for anything anymore and I'm fueled almost completely by ego, when I was in hospital and they tried telling me I'm depressed it wasn't possible because how could someone know more about me than I know about myself. when they tried forcing me on anti psychotics I refused, not because I thought I didn't need them but because I thought there was some virtue in enduring the suffering life gives you, now however whenever anything strange happens I have to figure out if it's real, I have no idea how many of my memories are near fiction and above all else, even though I spend more time reading then anything else I have no idea what a fucking prose is

>>13967186
I'll do this later. There's something uncomfortable about this task.

>>13967481
Based!

>>13967202
honest, at least
>>13967474
not bad. but not very informative.
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>>13967481
memes
>>13967494
also meme, but not bad prose
>>13967501
; out of ;
>>13967619
honest, gave up before he even tried
>>13967625
another of the same sort, honest
>>13967866
not sure how to read this one, are these eyes your own? not to be rude but a little murky
>>13967887
overwrought trash.
>>13967973
best in the thread thus far, and most honest.
>>13968021
more tryhard trash
>>13968041
very painfully self aware, now the best and most honest in the thread. good prose, a little redundant.
>>13968054
rambling blogpost, and not really descriptive. telling and not showing.
>>13968066
a clever procrastinator

WB Yeats if he was bad at everything and looked different.

>>13967186
Autistic rambling

>>13968079
>redundant
seemed like that was the point

>>13968079
>are these eyes your own?

I thought that was obvious given the thread topic. Add a “my” at the start if you feel like it.

>>13967186
A man whose ambition far outstripped his ability

>>13967186
Mediocre; below average at best.

>>13967186
Like a male Maisie Williams, with golden hobbit hairstyle, green eyes, and a funny moustache, wearing a anachronistic hat and a tracksuit that defined his short but robust shape

>>13967186
"I can tell them the truth, but they'll still think I'm bullshitting" he thought as he put down the cool white Monster energy drink and hit "REPLY"

>>13967186
basically i;m clown

based

A furtive man spends his life at his laptop. The slow circuit of the sun continuously sweeping his room. Laughs once every few hours. Dreams of fantastic achievements which he denies himself every day.

>>13967186
I'm not peculiar, I am only particular.

Once a dreaming and wondrous child, full of gloom and visions, like a newborn tree with golden boughs, has been pruned here and there. The light has been scarce, he now resembles a twisted and flimsy twig. But the roots are deep, a lonely branch is yet to give up reaching the sky before the winter comes.

a boy locked in a hall of mirrors.

faggot

He was a rather handsome young man, though not so handsome as he thought. Intelligent, too, though not so intelligent as he thought. His eyes were pools that reflected his mind; shallow such that you could see the dirt at the bottom leaving not a trace of green or blue.

As he want about his day he seemed to carry himself with a feigned aristocratic air, the facade of which crumbled at the start of any social engagement. Thia revealed that he could not speak with confidence, despite his firm eye contact and good posture. And he seemed to always be trying to sound a certain way, such that he seemed to neglect properly understanding what it was that he was saying.

he strode into the coffeehouse accompanied by a gust of cold damp mist,the mud on his huge boots clumping off onto the freshly mopped floor as his brooding presence made its way to the counter.he was tall and as he rested his gigantic form against the counter the cashier looked up to his masculine but gentle face and blushed as she inquired how she could help him.

Wanting to be in control of his own manufactured downfall, everything is carefully planned. The positive aspects of life cannot be too positive, the negative never too negative. But he is worthless, never able, when that perfect moment arrives, to execute the fall. He's complacent in the constant state of neutrality. Gone are the dreams and desires of youth, replaced by the deflated hope that he will simply be ok and, failing that, the drive to at least give someone what they deserve.
I know it sucks, everything I do sucks.

>>13968079
>honest, at least
Thank you. As honesty was my intent, I think I should revise my post too:

Passable proser.

>>13967186
Good teeth, decent doctor. Most of the books on his shelves are unopened. Narcissism stops him from forming intimate relationships due to fear of not living up the image of himself in his head.

>>13969789
you earned it, champ.

Handsome and with big dick.

Good lad, good with children. A bit on the sad side but they're like that at that age, doesn't get along with most his age, doesn't matter, he'll find some place he fits into. Good hopes for him. Maybe a slight obsession over personal code and morality, but better than than none, no? Will probably survive older age better than those who don't, well set up to survive the disappointments that future holds.

Goddamn man. Some of these are hard to read lol.

>>13969872
which ones

pic related is literally me

A mildly depressed annoyance to most who come into contact him, this particular midwit is a consistent liar who will most likely go on to live an embarrassingly average life and, if he manages to make any friends that would last for some time, would be the “never married” member of his circle who everyone keeps around but nobody feels any special admiration for. He will probably die in his 70s surrounded by people who have pretended to care about him for his sake but will go on to have improved lives by being dead. He has no hobbies or interests and spends most of his time lazing around like the sloth he is. He will be forgotten and will pretend like he wants to be forgotten even though he wishes only for someone to save him in the most disgusting woman-like thought process imaginable. He doesn’t feel like writing anymore.

Below average, in every sense

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>>13969872
My own fuckin post for bumping this god awful thread lol

>>13969958
What was the point of this reply? Just so people know their works were read?

>>13967186
A pretty well-adjusted if unreflexive dude. Probably will have a gf and later children without thinking too much about it. One of them might grow up a wandering troubled soul and become a monk or a terrorist after decades spent in the limbo of contemporary Western culture. But who knows? I 'm not the kind to look too far ahead.

>>13969958
Never mind. After combing through who you were replying to, the purpose became apparent.

>>13969983
*thumbs up*

a little rock in a brook, occasionally jostled

>>13967186
Try as he might. One truth pains this man the most. Not his lack of love; his plain looks; or his dull life. But the fact that all his lame thoughts are so monosyllabic.

He was the kind of man whose heart raced at the innocuous, negligible touch of a stranger in the bus. Bare arm against bare arm, that quiet moment would linger on his mind for the rest of the week, and although her skin had been cold and her awareness of him nonexistent the memory of their brief encounter would be treasured. Later that same night, with the same disgraceful, abhorrent elegance seen in a whore who perfumes herself before work, he would describe the surge of life that rose within him in that bus, poorly disguising his repugnance as romanticism, and his lack of proper style and restrain in a ragged veil of purple prose. Before dawn, he would have already regretted sharing those thoughts with the world; not even being called a faggot by /lit/'s users would be able to redeem him.

>>13967186
what a cruel and terrible existence

>>13970063
this one is well done

He was nothing.

>>13967186
His head was stooped, in parallel to the ground, but his eyes wrenched upwards, darting from face to face.

>>13967186
And, io and behold, there was the sleep-deprived creature in all her pallor-bitten glory. If tired eyes and acne scars could speak, their story would be as forlorn as elegies of old. Do not fret for this cyberspace dweller, for her life is well spent, not in social affair, but in transparent solitude of self-reflection and literary amusements.

>>13970103
>her
You know what to do

47-year-old lesbian with a chip on her shoulder who has read five books

>>13970110
You don't want to see them.

>>13970125

>>13967186
A wave of cold air hits me, as I open the door from the bathroom. My face slightly twitches - the abrupt change in humidity made me nauseous.
Life isn't known to allow long lasting pleasures. Not to me at least. One moment I can enjoy a piece of good news, and the next I am reminded of an urgent task that has been put off for too long. Just a few seconds ago a hot shower made me forget all my troubles, and now I'm grasping for air, trying to adjust to its normal levels of dryness. But I'm used to it.
And so I briskly walk to my room, put my towel on the drier, and lower myself into my leather chair. It may be artificial leather, but it still gets damaged by the water from my wet skin. I knew full well what I was doing, yet I still didn't bother to dry myself properly - I'll let the future me deal with the consequences and for now I'll just do what seems easiest.
It is this mentality that keeps me at the bottom of society. This is exactly what makes get up in the morning with a dreadful feeling that there is some deadline today. And yet I still cling to it as if, despite all this, it still contributed something meaningful to my life.
I shook my head in self-judging disappointment, trying to either disperse these tiresome thoughts or force myself to get up and dry myself properly. And the worst part was that I didn't really care which side of me would prevail.

A typical sensitive roundface. Nothing much in the way of social skills or popularity. Skin saggy if you look close, from being a fatty at one time. Eyes that usually shoot away as soon as yours connect with them. Walks with a stiff back and proper posture, but has duck feet. His glasses are huge on his face but they suit him. In terms of personality, a nice enough guy, awkward though. Tends to give too much away just to be liked, really wants to be liked. Wants to be liked desperately. Uses "I" statements far too often. Tends to forget his deodorant. Lets his past get in the way of making the best of his life while he still has some to live.

>>13967186
I am the hand that draws the hand that draws itself

>>13970483
>muh escher

Plump and stately, his idiocy matched only with his rotundity.

Today, my mentor and I ground and pressed apples. We worked and as so our skin was glossed with apple juices, a second coating of flies and bees followed. Scott is horribly allergic, so much so it kept him from the draft. Despite this we cull more baskets and continue to bottle, drinking from the stream and sharing the cup.

Desperately trying to hide how uneasy I am with myself by playing alpha male. Although I feel everyone around knows what I am doing, I can't help but keep going. I always look tired because of the effort required by this little masquerade. Still, it's the only way for me to take part in my own life Plus, it seems to work. The weaker minds fall for my performance and shower me with mundane events, alcohol, drugs and casual sex, all of which worsen my condition. And yet I want more and more so I keep acting. I've been convinced I'll die by suicide since I was a child and now, at 28, it sure seems I am on the right track.

An uneasy perfectionionist oscillation between asceticism and the most disgusting hedonism, to which is added an obsession with aesthetics and skill, and who remembers being only human through his everyday failures, although less often than would behoove him.

>>13967186
He felt the itch to reply, to contribute with a simple post, anything would do. Instead he was sitting in front of his screen, getting used to the itchiness, pondering if there are any similarities between these two.

Fat.

>>13967186
Thin, often dressed in dark colors, and somewhat pale.
You can often find me slaving away at my university mathematics work, or reading a book.
I write poetry to women I will never talk to, and if you catch me writing it I will be extremely flustered and turn beet red.

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>>13970956
starting with:
>he
>an
>I
>like
>just
Apply yourselves

A very convincing fraud who is just one bad day away from destroying every last bit of his meticulous production

>>13970999
Don't want to, don't even have a good idea of who i am. Putting it into words will only burden my thoughts the next day.
>Did you mean it?
>Why did you write that?
>Am I acting like that aswell?
>Suicide, yes, the only option for a twat like me

A man with carefully slicked back hair, his style of dress obtenebrated and conservative. He plays the part of an uncaring aloof man, often taking on an alternate identity in order to interact with people, but holds a deep longing inside for a true connection.

A loser.

>>13967186
A very nice person. Everyone ever liked him. He also liked most of everyone. Please don't harm him.

>>13970999
Lets see your one pseud faggot

I knew my balls would not be the same.

A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent.

I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, theBhagHAAAAAHHHH I'M COOMING; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, "Now I am become Coom, the destroyer of testicles."

I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.

an everlasting anxiety lay on his shoulders at all times, expressed subtly through all of his mannerisms

>>13967186
a catastrophic misfire

>>13971174
Look for the best post in this thread and you'll have it

>>13970999
i started with A.

old dusted toy left on the shelf
each bit of dust welcomed with every waking moment
ever waiting for the next speck
sitting
waiting

>>13970999
>literally starting with "starting"
Do you make it a point to be a living meme?

>>13971256
you already replied it

a drab man,

>>13971256
You mean the most whack as hell post.

You gays describe your selves as inanimate objects or in third person, like your describing the first thing you see on your fuckin computer desk.

A sliver of the Néant.

>>13968079
>not bad. but not very informative.
Best I could do half-awake. Thank

>>13967186
Wretched as like all others but impolitely and unapologetically so.

not a ghost, you see him. diaphanous, yes, but of enough substance to cast a shadow.

I

A small lazy coward with constant low level resentment of those closest to him. Sporadically clever. Rage incubator and onanist deviant.

A rather strange man but good nevertheless.

>>13970999
I started with “A” you fucking mongoloid

>>13967186
In the small sparsely furnished room you can see a green eyed, dark haired youth, quite short and slim, he is smoking a cigarette and ashing into an empty tin of apple flavored gumdrops.

Son without a Father.

>>13967186
A decrepit wreck.

>>13967186
>Standing before you is a man of modest build in his early thirties. His hair, not yet thinning, nevertheless has begun to recede and patches of white are beginning to sprout on the sides. He looks tired. He looks past you, into the space behind you, and even when he speaks to you his eyes sweep in wide circles, extending the gestures of his hands. Sometimes he looks aside as though he were speaking to a third person, not actually present, who's job is to translate his words and relate them to you. He interrupts to finish your sentences, and every word seems to have a dozen synonyms.
>If you had not already been paid to kill him, you might consider doing it for free.

With a last twitch, his body got rid of his this-worldy desires. It was at this moment, the shame wizard layed his thorny cape around him. And all ambition was gone.

>>13967186
He never imagined he would end up like this, writing about himself on an anonymous image board on the internet. Nothing of his persona was even remotely worth mentioning; he has hands that type, eyes that read but nothing is on his mind. The image he sees in the mirror early in the morning becomes blurry by lunch, it doesn't matter to him, his emptiness shows through, his eyes are a mirror to whoever looks into them. He inspires an eerie feeling in the observer, like a metaphysical sadness, a primordial silence echoes inside him.
You might stare at him for minutes to an end, scan his feastures without ever realizing what is you are looking at and think of anything but him, for it's desolation you're beholding.

Hideously mediocre. Not talented enough to be praised, not ugly enough to be romanticized. Just mediocre, like a passing thought.

Even among men lacking all distinction he inevitably stood out as a man lacking more distinction than all the rest, and people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was.

>>13968079
It's nice to see someone willing to give others feedback. Thanks. >>13968124 But yeah I was trying to go for a droning redundant approach. I thought it would serve not only to emphasize the person's stupidity through repetitiveness but also do so through a meta narrative of the writing being prosaic.

>>13973267
>people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was.

I liked that line.

Puzzle piece, mixed in from a different set, trying to find a place to fit. Self-doubt, inflated ego, relative ease, humble beginnings: list included in the instruction manual of a paper plane only ever to spiral.

>>13973256
I'll do yours for you:

>What a retarded namefag. Longing for an identity, only to be drowned into obscurity by those of his ilk.

>>13973277
Thank you for your honesty.

Romantically minded child with penchants for cynically sentimental thinking and inconsistent stabs at philosophy.

This thread's interesting. Dull, but interesting. You see how every idiot larper postures themselves in the ideal, regardless if it's with deflated or inflated ego.
>>13970999
Trips of truth being especially striking today. /Lit/ is a lot closer to r/books than we like to think. This petrifies the pseud

>>13973313
/lit/ was always shit, just use the archives.

>>13967186
He is the Atma, that is to say, he is the Brahma.

Shallow and pedantic

should be dead; isn't

A wasted life.

A miserable little pile of secrets.

>>13967186
knowing not whether his works are the result of genius, or narcissism

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>>13973267
Cheap 19th century wordplay. Might have impressed them in the Saturday Evening Post, but we're a jaded lot now.

>>13967186
Consumption is easier than production.

Smart enough to predict his future failings, stubborn enough to carry on with them anyway