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Hey /lit/
Can we bring some attention to John Fante?

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The room had been empty for an age. The shape and lay-out of the room seemed to suggest that it, in fact, had never been occupied. Loneliness had descended upon this place years and years ago and now settled heavily upon the space. Not a soul had stirred there; all life stifled by the impenetrable darkness and loneliness. Absence had settled and spread its touch to every corner of the room, driving away even the smallest of life. Nothing could penetrate such complete and powerful emptiness.

The one solitary figure that had dared to brave this room and its oppressive air was a single chair that stood in the centre. It was barely visible as no natural light could access this sealed area. The chair, laden with a century worth of dust, seemed to have suffered physically from the crushing loneliness. The chair, simple and wooden, sat contorted and at a slant. The wood had begun to split and the rungs that once lined the back of it were broken or loose. The presence of this object in the centre of the thick emptiness gave the chair as strange dignity, a battered yet resilient character that had endured this room longer than any soul could ever hope to. Time existed only outside of this vortex, this one untouched cavern of dead space. Man had built it, and man had placed the chair there, but man had forgotten this place and thus time washed past it. One could not help but wonder what had brought the chair there. Had someone sat upon it in this suffocating room, no bigger than an attic space? The ceiling was at an angle that would suggest this room was indeed an attic attached to a house. Surely if this was an attic, then there surely should be life beneath the floorboards, in the rooms below and the streets outside. However, an attic abandoned for such a time could only lie in its oppressive solitude if it were attached to a house that had rooms of a similar, lifeless nature.

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Hello /lit/

I would like to start writing some short stories but my knowledge of grammar, punctuation and basic creative writing ends with high school English class.

I don't know if this is to vague but does anyone have any tips on how I can improve my writing?

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