/lit/ - Literature

>>15488197
oh god are you going through the whole fucking zodiac again

>>15488197
Aquarius is based but peepees suckz

>>15488204
>>15488205
You two replies fast

>>15488197
Post a bigger image so that I can read what is written; then I will write a story.

>>15488214

>>15488221

>>15488212
my shit thread detector alarm went off
in fact it barely ever stops

>>15488289
You must not get any sleep

>>15488221
>>15488232
Fishy could not make up her mind. This was, of course, her usual state, but applied particularly well in this moment. It was night, the pier was damp and deserted, there was a hachet on the inside of her coat… But it all felt false, played. She did not feel like a criminal. No matter how much she called herself Fishy, and how much she tried to think in slang, as rough men of the seas do, it all felt artificial. It was, of course, artificial, but it could at least have had the decency of appearing to her as genuine. Pisces was a sensitive person, after all. The axe, the coat… She did not feel as Raskoljnikov at all. Or, in another sense, she felt precisely as Raskoljnikov did. Will she really do it? It was like this ever since Scorpio was killed. She could not get out of bed for a month, lost her job, lost her friends… Is that really the reason? From one cliche to the other - from the overtense intellectual villain, to the villain out of need. Can't she finally pick a role and play it? Be satisfied with it? But, sadly, she was a sensitive person.
At least the atmosphere was correct. Dark pier. Positioned in a side passage, unseen from the main pass. All it would take is a victim to pass. Like a spider. Spider? Perhaps this is the proper role. She liked it. Spider - spider - six legs and a spot for a body, home of strings and venomous fangs. Six eyes, all the better to see you with. Fly - fly - where are you?
This line of thinking was silly, but, she was, as was stated, a sensitive person, and could not help herself. She was at least, for the time, satisfied with being a spider, instead of being Fishy.
There was a sequence of sounds. Footsteps, closing at moderate pace. Single person - single fly - single prey. unseen and unsuspecting, coming from the main pass. Then stopping. There was a hideous sound, and Spider could not prevent herself from shrugging in horror. The atmosphere was dead. Nothing could be done now - the noise had shattered it. And it was such a nice illusion. From the direction of the footsteps (which now resumed). came terrible sounds of punk-rock. How unbearable. To be shaken so cruelly from this position of quiet triumph. She had hoped to kill a young, strong sailor, and run away with the gold he pulled from the barren sea. This was undoubtedly some teenager. But still - beauty in ugliness. A teenager, then.
The footsteps resumed, followed by the hideous music and female singing, if sounds produced to this music can at all be graced by being called music. Fishy - Spider - Pisces - she could not decide how to approach this target. If she were Spider, or an U-boat commander, she would say: "target, female, West at ten meters, closing at moderate pace". It did not come naturally, but she would have to bear with it. There was no time to think now. She opened her coat and took her axe out.

I figure I would end it here, not much more to write; all my ideas were about the thoughts of Pisces.

>>15488522
That’s amazing! Really gave Pisces more personality and conflict

>>15488576
Thanks, boss.

>>15488665
No prob

>>15488197
Sorry boys gotta B U M P

>>15489982
And

um no?

>>15488197

Do one for Aquarius and Scorpio

>>15491015
Why those two in particular, anon?

bump

>>15492448
Thanks bro