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23331769 No.23331769 [Reply] [Original]

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
.
He knew it was .
.
G

>> No.23331991
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23331991

>>23331769
i didn't read it

>> No.23332097

This is now a buyfag thread
/lit/ infinitely improved

>> No.23332107

>>23332097
Please no, I'm here cuz I'm broke.

>> No.23332110

i love my wife yui

>> No.23332123

>>23332110
Based

>> No.23332222

euidh

>> No.23332975

I wrote it during an anxiety adhd craze

>> No.23332980

i still love my wife yui

>> No.23332998

Does anyone like Joyce?

>> No.23332999

>>23331769
Very nice, anon. Have a (You).

>> No.23333110
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23333110

>>23331769
you remind me of this image

>> No.23333325

It's all about the pic not the fucking story wtf

>> No.23333907

>>23333325
You are trying to write way above your actual level of eloquence and it shows. Tone your prose down to a level that is more adequate to your abilities.
That's all I got.

>> No.23334571

>>23333907
Like more simpler? How about this.

The guy sat at his computer. His time that day had been mostly spent in the basement, stuffing his face with snacks stamped with the Hostess and Fritolay logos, as socially awkward and opinionated nerds do. The fat sausages scrabbled some BS about feminism in movies, moved quickly to the mouse before returning to the keyboard to solve a captcha problem, then he clicked enter. Then update. What a smug smile crept across his face as the message popped up on the screen. Arms crossed with glee, he huffed proudly. That'd show those feminists.

>> No.23334686
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23334686

>The library was abustle
Hated it, ngl

>> No.23334699

>>23331769
It was fun, honestly. The transition from the fancy prose to gronk stonk is a core part of the story.

I write weird shit too, and I don't do it for anybody but myself