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Whoever he was died a long, long time ago, so long ago that he cannot recall his name nor his home or even his chapter.
All he understands is the rage.
The animalistic, unending hatred that burns him like a branding iron and drives him to seek death so earnestly.
His rage has annihilated him and everything he's come across.
The screams and the pain and this sight of skin being stretched and stretched until it tears, he loves it all.
He has stopped seeing himself as human and believes that he is a force, an animal.
He has abandoned everything.
Morals.
Beliefs.
Creeds.
He looks into his blade.
The oh so ancient blade.
He feels its warmth radiate and peace floods into him.
In a flash everything he's lost comes back.
The training.
His chapter.
When he found the blade in the hands of a dead traitor.
When the anger started...
As he swung the blade into a battle brother the vison fades.
A small whisper on the wind begins
"More death...more blood...your past shall be revealed when my thirst is sated..."
He knows the daemons thirst shall never end and even so, he walks off to find men to kill.
To find his past.

Did I do good /lit/?

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http://www.avclub.com/article/woman-has-been-slowly-eating-infinite-jest-year-256801

What did she mean by this?

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> /lit/ won't accept graphic novels are a valid form of literary communication

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I'm stuck on a short story guys and I'm hoping for some advice.

In the story this trader comes to a poor town and offers them a resource they need but cannot possibly gather the money to pay for. I have the outline figured out except for what the trader ends up taking from them that makes the town worse off in the long run.

If any of you can give me a nice example or idea I'd appreciate it.

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Hey /lit/ so I've got some issues with social anxiety and read some Being and Time, I'm really resonating with the idea of 'the other' and the gaze of 'the other', can anyone recommend me more philosophy or anything regarding 'the other'?

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Will he ever be surpassed?

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Friendly reminder if you read on the train, you're a pretentious faggot. Fly overs need not apply.

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Just picked his up, what should I expect?

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What's Nietzsche's most accessible work for a beginner and which is the best, most modern translation of said work?

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recent purchases. hardcover edition.

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What should I read to decide on a political identity?

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Hey /lit/.
I've been trying to write a short story for a contest for a little while and I've just started out a new one.
Can I have your opinions on it please?

I will give you a snippet of the main characters introduction.
(PS. This is a very first draft, I haven't gone over it yet so it will be full of imperfections.)
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It was a dirty day.

The rain hammered against the roofs around him, swilling algae and muck around in the gutters, finally spewing it out onto the dark stone road.

He heaved himself up the stone road in a zig-zag stagger, swaying left and then right,one backstep followed by an exhausted pause.

His eyes drew tightly shut as his body shook. Hunger tightened it's grip over him. Pain filled the gaps.

Opening his eyes he watches the black water carrying the city's reuse over his feet and down to the bottom of the road.

He thought about how simple life would be if he just gave up and went with the flow. To let the current have it's way with him and finally drop him off at the bottom with all of the other sane people.

But he wasn't sane. He had an insane dream, an impossible dream, but he knew it was all he damn well wanted.

He raised his eyes and felt his head become lighter. He took a sharp inhale and watched as the stone road became the top of the street, become the rooftops, become grey clouds, become rooftops again which then became realisation.

Falling backwards down a hill had always been an odd sensation he thought. It was as if you had gone through the floor and would continue to keep spinning for all of eternity.

Until, of course, reality came back with a blinding crack.

He untensed and lay on the ground. The white flashes lingered and he watched the private light show play out on the grey clouds above.

"Figures. I'm too heavy to float" he thought.

Once the light show had petered out to an uneventful but welcome climax he tried to rediscover his limbs. A task which, in his current state, was trickier than he had thought it'd be.

At the top of the street a carriage plodded up over the horizon. Nestled comfortably on the shoulders of four prisoners wearing sodden hemp tunics. Their faces were battered and split with sharp, cruel, eyes glaring out from beneath the guard captains favourite invention. The skull helmets.

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There is more, but this is just a bit. What do you think?
Also excuse the picture. I don't have many saved on here. So here's a picture of a crowd on stage with a band at a local bar of mine.

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>average writer 100 years ago: studied the ancients and received a traditional education, fought on the front lines in a war, traveled the world exploring many different cultures, struggled with his own personal vices, made many friends and enemies, after a rich and interesting life dedicated to seeking the truth he writes an incredible work of art that fundamentally describes the world and what it means to be human, a masterpiece of literature
>Writer now: is a total nerd, goes to college where he studies a bunch of postmodernist pretentious garbage, masturbates and consumes huge amounts of narcotics all day, plays tennis, writes a meandering, mediocre, pretentious book that is basically autobiographical and really boring and bereft of meaning or talent, might capture some of the current zeitgeist but ultimately it's just an expensive doorstopper

How do we fix this? Will another world war make life (and therefore literature) more interesting?

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Why is /lit/ against works written post 2000? Why do you continuously read and discuss something written in the 1950s by some depressed writer

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should i start with the Greeks
what's the best Homer translation
what are some good /pol/ books
is an ereader worth it?
dude infinite jest sucks
Jordan Peterson thread