Hey guys I came back, expect me to go buttmad and delete a bunch of stuff soon :3

Or not, who knows.

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>>267
Yep, it's Murakami. edit edit ignore this rant just everything murakami ever aaah pic related

Last edited 11/07/05(Tue)22:51.

>>416
...Is the pic that one scene in Kafka on the Shore where the old guy who can talk to cats makes fish rain? That book was awesome.

Also, >>412
Coin Locker Babies was by Murakami Ryu, not Murakami Haruki. That book was amazing, and disturbing though.

>>442
yyyeeeeessss.

William Burroughs - Naked Lunch
Very disjointed, not really a discernible plot. Excessive scenes of violence and drug use.
Written by a man who shot his wife.

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>>437

I didn't expect that this would be as well liked as it is! Thank you for the kind words.

Why did the cameraman put bleach in her hair?

>>439

Make the body less recognisable? Sexual fetishism?

I really only put that in because I wanted it to be more like .flow because I'm a terrible writer! ;__;

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I could tell. There were a few bits like that where it felt like they were only included to make it relevant to .flow.

You're not a terrible writer. You've managed to sway a pedestrian audience to you, and that's quite an accomplishment.

In the future I'd recommend writing stand-alone fiction. This piece seems pretty solid when you ignore those bits I mentioned before. The problem with fanfiction like this is that it's either written by someone who can't think up their own setting and characters, or someone who is good enough at writing that their work would be better off being 100% their own thing, just because their creativity differs from the source material and arbitrary connections must be revised in later. Your problem is the latter.

Keep writing, you show promise.

Context: Was posted in a thread named 'How to tell if someone likes you?'

When you come home after a long day at school, and every object your room looks like it has been deftly picked up, looked at all over with baited breath as if in holy reverence, and then carefully placed back in the exact same position in the exact angle. The room's temperature is slightly warmer than that of other rooms, maybe because of the previous visitor's excited body heat. And as you go to rest and plunge your face into your soft pillow, you ask yourself, whats that smell? It smells familiar.

Oh yeah. You remember what it is now.

Its the faint musk of someone's genitals.

The Nightmare 19: Wrath

I kind of wish - no, nothing. It's nothing.
It's nothing.

De. Ca. Dence.
  I am draped in loathing and hatred. Once more, I've dipped into the stagnant pool of ichor within my heart. I exude a venomous gaze as the dagger forged from Hades' excrement drenched in poison propagates a repulsively deathly aura. Rags of envy cling to my sickly frame. Fleeting dreams flit about me as annoying flies; the flies exist only to remind me of how deep I've sunken. I live in a well. I live in my own filth. I'm a skeleton. I'm a ghoul. And I look up, beyond rusted iron grates. My sight provides me a scathing image, one that grates my heart and opens rotting wounds.
  Other people. Above me. Other people. Below me. Other people. Around me. I swear and curse, scream and howl. My throat explodes with acrid sounds, hissing death, baneful growls.
  If only my hatred could be incarnated. If only my hatred could be made manifest. If only my hatred alone could burn you all to ashes, with which I may feed the tumultuous sea within my heart. I wish I could kill you all. That I was strong enough to grasp the handles of my imaginary knives and plunge my stakes of steel into your thieving bodies, vampires of my happiness. I wish I was strong enough.

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The Nightmare 26.0: Nothing

nothing. There is nothing. All to naught, not to be. All before us, dissolve to nothing; all before us, annihilate.

Thus spoke Zathurhasta, zenith of our society, a gleaming pinnacle of hope in a sea of depravity, the last relic of the world we once knew. He came, unlike the others, through the sky. We cried "sorcery," but he calmly responded, "dreams." We accused him of witchcraft, but he was found guilty of vision, hope, future.

Zathurhasta then preached of a vision of hope for the future. At first, we scoffed and walked on, ignorant of the floating man above us. Inevitably we tolerated; inevitably we heard; inevitably we listened. Zathurhasta then spoke of a vision of hope for the future. And we listened.

He spoke of glorious exploration, a world without trespassers; of carving out our own fortunes, a world without theft; he spoke of romantic love, a world without rape; of peace between all, a world without war; he spoke of fortunes for all, a world without greed; of honour and good will, a world without murder; he spoke of utopia, a world without the filth around us.

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The Nightmare 26.1: Nothing

nothing. There is nothing. All to naught, not to be. All before me, dissolve to nothing; all before me, annihilate.

Why won't the letters just melt away and disappear? They just keep dancing across the page anyway. This stupid book in front of me, filled with opened fetal pigs... Ugh, I can already smell them. The formaldehyde's stench is unbearable. Honestly, I'd rather work on math problems. Actually, yes, that's what I'm going to do. At least math doesn't stink.

...Shoot. I can't concentrate. I feel as if the numbers are dancing around on the pages too, but this time, mockingly; "Stupid Sally! Sinking Sally! Stupid, sinking Sally!" Anyway, I can't stand this. Maybe I'll draw something to calm my nerves. Yes, that would probably be best.

Hah, I knew this would be of a little help. Skeletons and ghouls, ghosts and zombies... Reapers of death... Blood and gore... Hm... Pentagrams of fire... Er, this is a bit morbid. Well, still, I'm only drawing them, it's not like I really believe in these fictitious things. Um, yeah, it's all right.

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The Nightmare 26.2: Nothing

nothing. There is nothing. All to naught, not to be. All before me, dissolve to nothing; all before me, annihilate.

"That is right. I have your son in my custody. I will kill him within the hour. You best try to stop me in that time. Good bye." I click the cell phone shut and throw it out the open window; gravity will take care of the rest.

Before me is a young boy, perhaps aged 13 to 16, sniffling, shivering, scared, fearful; fearful of me, or my switchblade? Of course it is me, for a tool has no will of its own. Before me is my annihilation, my single curse that I shall lay on the world, my immortality. Through him, I can become more than man. I will become annihilation, a destroyer of hopes, a merciless killer, a-

"Let me g-"

"SHUT UP!!" I scream.

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jesus shit, that ellipse stretched my screen so much I got a headache. not cool, bro.

you know me, trying to break shit my 1st day on the job.

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This needs more exposition and description and less chat-style emotes and dots. Write the character into a piece or roleplay her, but don't do both.

And by that I mean you need to describe her creepiness/nervousness and expand on the paragraph (with punctuation) so it's more readable. This is fine for a first draft, but why not refine it a little? I think you could get inside her head more and write what she thinks of her surroundings and situation.

it made me think HEY IT'S FRED

Why do those letters brighten up when i scroll from left to right??

At the beginning I was like: "Oh, okay, this might be funny."
Then I was like, "huh, it's quite funny"
Suddenly, robuts and portals: "Eh, getting daft but still want to read."
Pokemon characters and massacre errywhere: "ha ha, oh wow"
Chris smooth talkin': "This is making me cringe a little"
rape: "Christ, what?"
Eye fuck: "Bloody hell why"
raining Pokemon and having no-one notice: "lol"

I stopped reading when I got to Chris trying to kiss Dawn.

Too horrible!

tl;dr

best

unz unz unz unz

Hell yes.

There once was a girl named Mado
But really, she was just Mado's shadow
She spent all her days
Trapped in the red maze
Waiting for someone to say "Hello"

Or if you want:

There once was a girl named Mado
But really, she was just Mado's shadow
She spent all her days
Trapped in the red maze
Waiting for someone to say "Haldo"

snowflake fireworks

I watch him, as he brushes aside a strand of hair
Staring at the tiny screen resting inside his smooth palm
So transfixed, removed - so intensely focused on another reality
His sanctuary

I wish to understand him more.

He smiles at me, reaches out
And coldness spreads out, like ripples
On the surface of old, oily bathwater
The sensation of childishness,
Selfishness
Does he know what he does?

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>>377

What are you trying to tell me

>>378
I believe he is trying to tell you to report him since he is spamming every board with that shit...

>>379

O ok