/lit/ - Literature

I wrote a story, what do you all think?

The library was abustle with the sound of students writing their work. The examinations they were preparing for had plagued their troubled minds for weeks, for the egregiously studious minded ones for months on end now, and the pressure was on. Not a single solitary mind in the studio of knowledge that day was unfocused, their eyes either on a screen or a line of text on an overpriced or loaned textbook. Yes, they were all prepared and ready in their pursuit for knowledge. Not a single mind was going to break the silence.
"Guohhhhh".
The moan had come from the James Joyce section. A look revealed a man, or perhaps a late teenager in a Minecraft creeper hoodie with his head in his hands, scrambled and grasping through his greasy brown hair.. He was rocking back and forth before the section housing a mini library in itself of tomes upon tomes dedicated to works unraveling the mysterious Irishman's prose and at times garbled messages, but the man cared naught for that. He was only concerned with getting the bad thoughts out. It seemed.
"GrUOOOOOOOH".
Another groan. A slam of a fist on the ground. He gotted a book from the shelf and hit it hard on the ground.
"GUUOOOOOOOOOOH!"
He screamed and banged the book on the ground, the walls, turning it to the site and banging the spine hard hard HARD on the bookshelf which made a ding noise. Scared onlookers scrambled for safety.

"GHAROOGA!!!"

THE CRAZED FUCKER SCREAMED AND STARTED CHUCKING BOOKS FROM THE SHELF GRABBING ULYSSES AND CHUCKING IT AT SOME DUMB BITCH SHE WPULDNT READ IT ANYWYA AND STOMPED AND BONGED AND GRONGED GRONGAAAA YRUOHHAHHAHAHAHAHAYAYAYAYAYHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAAHHSHZHXHHCHCHZJZNZBXNX FNNRNENEDMLSLELEOEIUEJEJ GROONGAS GUGHS GOGHS GOGHANGGGGGSSSSSSSS

riverrun, past


FUUUUUUUUCK

grongh

It was done. It was all done
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He knew it was .
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