/lit/ - Literature

>>2899203
We have a winner!

>MFW this

>>2899061

I love you. And i knew posting anything about Adams would cause a riot on this board. I enjoy it.

>>2899023

Thanks, and i get what you're all saying, but the reason I'd love to meet him is not because he's particularly good at writing, but because it'd be amazing to have a conversation with someone like him. There are definitely better authors, Kurt Vonnegut being a great example, and if you have any suggestions, give them to me.

Yes, His works are generally worthless and mean absolutely nothing. But they're a lot a fun, right?

>>2898998
>his attempts at ironic profundity are laughable

That's the point.

>>2898984

>>2898967
Kurt Vonnegut is great, too. I like him a lot.

>>2898972
I'm 16, actually. And what's bad about Douglas Adams? He's definitely not professional, but he really gets you thinking when you read his stuff, which is what i like in a book.

Question for you, /lit/
If there was one Author you could meet, who would it be?
Mine would probably be Douglas Adams. I'd love to have a conversation with him.

>>2675251
Thank all of you for replying. And no I'm Atheist but i still find the book interesting. Not looking for any "inner meaning" or anything just a good story.

Well this is rather embarrassing. Well I'm 15 and can't understand most of the book. As i said it's difficult. I will try again when I'm older :/

Reading Dante's Divine Comedy. Great read, but difficult.

I love how he gets called up by God, get's dragged through hell and purgatory, is forced to watch many of his friends in eternal pain, all to meet his dead wife, who called him up only to tell him off for being an absolute jerk in life.

>>2666784
Well, differently than anything I've read. I've never read Tolkien or much of that kind of fantasy so i geuss i don't know about the subject. I will make it my mission now to read Tolkien and compare to Inheritance Cycle.

>>2666774
Well, I'll read Tolkien and then see what i think. I still thought it was an excellent story and book.

>>2666739
His first book wasn't the best, yeah, but i loved all of the others. What i liked about it was that he took old Midieval Fantasy and did it differently.
And no, i've never read Tolkien, but i intend to.

Thanks for reading, please let me know what you think!

>>2666500
No, i haven't, but ill look it up, thanks!

I seriously didn't know that. He's my favorite author, not only for The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy but also for Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

>>2666455
“Dimi lived, remarkably. He was in even worse condition than you.” Akiro said, obviously concerned for Djarrel but holding it off. “Ben and Diana were pretty shaken, but otherwise O.K. And as you can see, I’m doing fine.”
To anyone else Akiro would have looked perfectly healthy, but Djarrel could see the depression that hung over him, weighed on his every move. “You sure?” Djarrel asked him.
Akiro smiled, saying, “I’m fine, brother, now that you are.”
Djarrel nodded, not convince, but still relieved that nothing worse had come upon the others. Suddenly, memories of the boy pressed on him, demanded his attention, his face, his last words. With a start Djarrel realized that there were tears streaming down his cheeks.
Akiro pretended not to notice, saying, “You look tired. Get some rest; I’ll bring the others in later.” At this, he left the room, leaving Djarrel to battle his thoughts. Only then Djarrel realized how tired he felt, and collapsed into another dark and dreamless sleep.
End of chapter

Djarrel laughed, and then winced as his body disapproved with shots of pain.
“That bad, huh?” asked Akiro.
Djarrel did not respond, but instead, finally finding his voice, asked, “How long have I been out?”
“Three days” replied Akiro, his voice low, “You were banged up pretty good with almost no energy left. We took you here, to the nearest transit point, Point Chiasma. We took you into extensive care, and they said you had a severe concussion, internal bleeding, energy leaking, and a whole bunch of other big word I didn’t get. It was pretty scary. I-“
Akiro’s voice broke, and he remained silent, as did Djarrel.
Finally Djarrel pulled in his courage and asked “What about…?” but his strength faltered here as pain once again racked his body.

The details of what had happened to get him here were fuzzy at best, and it caused him grief to think of them. After the battle he remembered a sudden sleepiness come over him, and then everything faded out.
The battle. He had won, hadn’t he? Somehow this was no comfort and offered no pleasure. He had won. So what? Four people had died, and Djarrel had no idea what had happened to the rest. He recounted the numbness he had felt as each life had slipped away, how helpless he was to protect them, and tears began to form in his eyes. He had won, but it had been too late.
A click pulled him away from these thoughts as Akiro walked into the room. He had smiled immediately, but not quickly enough to mask the grim demeanor the he had held as he had walked in.
“You’re awake!” he exclaimed, relief obvious in his voice. “About time your ass got up and did something with itself”

When he awoke, she was gone. Despite this disappointment he had something to be happy about. He had now managed to stay conscious for longer than five minutes, and was finally able to examine his surroundings.
He was on a bed composed of metal and cushioned with a sort of foam that shaped itself to Djarrel’s body. Around him was a small, clean room with white walls containing a few chairs, a small window, and multiple mechanisms whose purpose Djarrel could not fathom in the slightest.
He was in pain. Everywhere. Every square inch of his body felt torn, broken, or misplaced. The constant shockwaves of misery began somewhere in his lower back and resonated throughout his body. He was currently shirtless and a blanket covered his legs; bandages were wrapped expertly around his stomach, chest, right shoulder, and forehead.

4
Djarrel’s heart sped up. He tried to speak but his voice died in his throat. He realized suddenly that he had no shirt, and hoped she could not see him. But then again…
He had no idea what to think. She seemed confused with herself as well; her movements were spastic and jerky. Slowly, carefully, her hand reached out to him. He stiffened, fearful but desiring of the contact. Her hand went to his back and stroked it softly. Djarrel shivered.
Her other hand went to his shoulder, and she paused. Quickly, before Djarrel could anticipate her actions, she leaned in and kissed him. Their lips met for just a fraction of a second, but it was enough. She laid him down slowly, cautiously, trying to avoid triggering any pain. He expected her to leave, but instead she lowered herself into the bed beside him. His heart racing he eventually, somehow, found sleep.

Damages part 3
He sat up, every point on his body suddenly alert, screaming with pain. He grabbed a metal bar that was beside him and screamed as liquid fire flowed through his veins. He gripped the bar until it bent under his grasp and he could feel blood dripping down the palm of his hand.
Eventually, the pain died down, leaving Djarrel numb and shaking, and very cold.
He passed a while like this, in a dry silence. Suddenly, light appeared from the other end of his currently dark room, supposedly where the door would be. The light went out for a millisecond, returned, and then slowly diminished. Djarrel could hear light footsteps approach.
A person had obviously come into his room after hearing him scream, but whom? The person sat next to him, and Djarrel broke out in cold sweat. It moved, and for a second something caught the moonlight streaming from the window above his bed. A violet eye.

Random chapter from my book
Promises Trilogy: Book1-Burned
Damages part 2
Djarrel’s eyes jumped open, revealing the world hidden behind them. Akiro stood to his right, looking concerned. Multiple presences stood beyond him, but the effort of making them out was above Djarrel at the moment. As soon as Djarrel set his eyes on Akiro, Akiro’s face brightened.
“He’s awake!” He shouted. The presences around him circled nearer and the noise level in the room increased tenfold. Faces loomed, too much detail for Djarrel to sanely comprehend. Brown hair there, white clothes here, violet eyes somewhere. Violet eyes.
Djarrel tried to push himself up, but had no idea where his arms were. In fact, he couldn’t locate any part of his body. He felt tangled, tied in a knot, and nothing could break free. This spot was numb, that one hurt was as far as he could get himself to think. He tried to lean on something that he thought was his arm and got a sudden shock of pain where his leg ought to be. The rest of his body mimicked the pain and, unable to endure, he slipped back into darkness.