/lit/ - Literature

>>1622732
LOL

inb4 american psycho

Grimm's Fairy Tales
Crime and Punishment
The Martian Chronicles
The Fountainhead.

In that order.

>>1610705

I was going to let sage have it's way with this thread's remains, but there is still meat on its bones, apparently. It has been a lovely meal, but we really must wrap this up.

Would you like your wine in a to-go cup?

>>1610661

No school, no teacher. Just doing it. The unnecessary commas are forgivable, I am sure. I am also sure that you are no editor. You should have continued.

>>1610646

You should have kept reading!

>>1610630

Duh. If I wouldn't fuck one troll, I am not going to fuck the original troll. It's ALREADY time to move on.

>>1610589

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO HEAR.

I know a couple of you kind of said it before, but neither of you were convincing.

I need to know that he's just saying "Hey, it's not that great, but I think you're really cute, so I will say it's loverly."

Now I can call him out on it, and try to form a genuine relationship, be it of friends or of lovers.

>>1610569
Kind of. The ending is a troll.

>>1610568
It's OK. Prostitution is good money.

>>1610555

NO U

>>1610524

Always working on it, thanks for noting that. I will edit this again tonight.

Unfortunately, I have no traditional schooling in creative writing. All I have to work with is the form I learned in high school, and my imagination.

I still need to find my voice and style, which can be hard to develop when you have no assignments or time. I need a challenge.

>>1610518

But if you troll (derp), congrats for my bite.

>>1610514

You suck at critiquing. If you really wanted me to feel that, you would have given an example.

Bring ittttttt.

>>1610498

I wanted my modern adventure to seem more like a traditional one. I tried.

>approximately 85% of his face was hidden

Eventually, Willy showed up. He is Father William’s son, and he is not nearly as amazing as his father. We had dinner, which consisted of baked potatoes and hamburgers; both were very delicious. Willy and Sam told stories of the two of them partying, getting laid, and getting lost. It was a spiritually eventful night. I had no outward concerns, I wanted to be where I once had been, where I am, and where I will be. I wanted to be myself, and I wished to be king. This all, unfortunately, ended around 7.45 pm, when Samantha’s mother arrived. We kidnapped Willy, he bought a bottle of wine, and a lottery ticket for each of us.

The remainder of the night was spent inside, playing poker with pennies. In Father William's presence, I wished to be king. In the presence of my poker peers, I reigned king.

Ohmanohmanohman. The tower was still in its construction stages, so it was surrounded by scaffolding as tall as itself. You're damned right, I climbed that scaffolding! Father William followed me up five stories of ladders and scaffolds, and we stopped to take a break and a look around. It was beautiful. The sun was setting, but it was behind us. I had not felt so content in such a way for a very long time. I told Father William, this activity reminded me of climbing the Sydney Harbor Bridge when I was in Australia. I probably had not felt as great as I did in Connecticut since I had been in Australia. This saying a lot, because I met my first love on my trip to Australia, that being the best time of my life.

We descended once his wife arrived, which was also the first time in three weeks. Samantha had the family reuniting. We made our formal acquaintances inside. Father William's life partner's name is Carrington. We told riddles and jokes around the chimney fire, drank coffee, and Father William showed me some of the oldest books in his library, which consisted of every book Father William had ever owned, on shelves stretching towards the ceiling and hugging the walls. He showed me one of the original dictionaries of the English language, written by Webster, published by Merriam.

Samantha offered me a tour, and she asked Dome, the doorman, to guide us. Sam asked me how many cars I thought were on the property. My best guess was 18, hers 25+, and Dome said 15. We agreed to count. We trudged around in the snow for a minute, heading towards the back of the castle. This family seemingly had not ever thrown a thing away. They recycled, but in a different way. Everything had an alternate use, and if it did not, Father William would find a use for it.

While trying not to slip down a beaten path made icy from recent snow storms, we were "interrupted" by a ballerina deer, and another, and two smaller ones. Dome "shoo"ed them, but I felt as though we were the ones distracting them from their dance. We walked between walls, twice my height, of cut firewood. During the tour, I counted at least 15 unused cars. There were old VWs, Volvos, Fords, and motorbikes of different makes. I poked around two different basements, and Father William eventually came to show me a secret passageway, about which I had been inquiring. He showed me his steam-heating system, on which he had been working for the past year, and explained its process. He told me if I were to ever visit, with enough time to work out an apprenticeship, he would teach me masonry.

This is when he told me the story of why he only uses matches. "I woke up on a beach one day and all I had in my pocket was a pack of cigarettes. I wanted to smoke one, but I didn't have a lighter. There was a bar on the beach, and I asked the bartender if he could light my cigarette. I noticed he only had one hand. I didn't think too much of it at first, because it was a time after war; missing limbs were common. He'd pull out and strike a match in the same amount of time it would take you to pull out a cigarette. This made me think further. I asked him why he didn’t just use a lighter. He said, 'Lighters ruin the taste'. Now I only use matches." He then explained that he lives by several persons’ examples, as do I.

I would like to think that I could have fallen in love with this antique man at that moment, but I later met his wife. To give you an idea of what I first noticed when meeting him, he had a shade of dark brown all over his body. I was not sure if he had even thought to bathe since the beginning of winter. He was wearing this sweater, which had the ends of the sleeves and the belly cut out of it. The bits of fabric missing were replaced with leather patches. His pants looked to be constructed of multiple animal hides stitched together. His shoes, however, must have been of the same, original animal hide. There was a lot of stitching put into this unconventionally beautiful suit. He had a long, dark but silvery beard, and, with the help of a wool beanie, approximately 85% was hidden.

At that moment in time, I was so overwhelmed by everything that I did not notice anything. I entered the bedroom and found Samantha lying in bed, next to an endangered species of a man. He was introduced to me as "B", but I left knowing him as "Father William". They were watching Avatar, and their being distracted gave me perfect opportunity to appreciate my surroundings. I was walking into someone else’s story, and the story teller, fortunately, was still well and willing to tell his tale.

There were antiques everywhere, and they were all put to use. There was a wooden children’s chair with a quilted puppy pillow being used as its cushion, exhibiting generations of use and wear. There was an old Mac desktop on the dresser at the foot of the bed, seemingly one of the newer acquirements. As I counted mirrors, I began to smell the wood. I could not control myself, and I internally commended myself for bringing my book bag. I pulled out a notebook and pen, and I was ready to map the place out. I was in awe of this house, and even more in awe of this man.

Sam found a case of cigarettes that had been containing unfiltered Pall Malls. She was about to light one, when I asked if I could light it for her, just to have a single drag. She handed it to me, and Father William handed me a pack of matches with which to light the cigarette. I struck a couple, but they must have been wet, because I could not get either to light. He handed me another pack, and lucky strike. I told him I contained a lighter in my book bag, and if he would like it, he was more than welcome to take it.

>>1610465

K, I have your attention!

I had an amazing day, yesterday. Once I acquired full consciousness, I lolly-gagged around my friend, Samantha’s, childhood bedroom for an hour. I wasted some time on the Internet, and emailed a friend about my recent dreams. I did not consider starting the active part of my day until Sam’s mother called me downstairs, asking, "Are you ready?". Of course, my immediate thought was, "Ready for what?". She did not give me a definite answer, so I gave up momentarily to meditate while brushing my teeth, instead of following my obsessive compulsive routine of brushing teeth. In the car, I avoided questioning her at first, but the confusion on top of being uninformed was getting to me. What I eventually determined before arriving was "it’s her friend’s house", "they burn a lot of wood", "it’s very rustic", and "there are a lot of cars on the property". If you do not know me, then you do not know that I will ask as many questions as I find necessary in order to understand.

We arrive to a castle built of logs and stone, with at least ten obviously unused vehicles littering the front lawn. Everything in sight was covered in inches of fresh snow. It was beautiful, and it was only the driveway. Samantha’s mother directed me toward the door, and I knocked. A young man answered and, in retrospect, I was a bit rude. I do not think I ever properly introduced myself, but I did depart knowing his name and he knowing mine. When greeted by Not-Yet-Dome, I immediately asked him where I could find Sam, and he directed me toward the master bedroom.

>>1610453

Want to read what I sent him?

>>1610421

Hey, meow. I was just saying I was done with my search for answers. /lit/ is still my favorite board. Of the moment. I spend just as much time lurking /ic/, but this is the only board on which I will post. At the moment.

>>1610425
Nothing special.

>>1610409

I will, I will.

Fare well, /lit/