Chee twitched in her nest, asleep. The leaves around her were trampled down, forming a thick and warm ground covering. Above her, the moss covered roots of her tree formed a pocket into the earth. The sun was rising, warming the ground and waking the song birds. The infinite forest began to stir with their sound, and the movement of small animals scurrying up and down the tree. Chee opened her eyes, and peeked out of her nest hole. She saw the understory of the forest, a story she knew well. The ferns were unfolding, the moss was moist from the dew in the night, and the brush of fallen needles littered the ground.
The dried, hollow gourd that Chee kept water in was nearly empty. She put it up to her lips to let the last few drops reluctantly trickle into her mouth. Not yet ready to leave her nest, she started digging around in the leaf cover. Soon she uncovered a stash of large seeds that had fallen from nearby trees. She put one into her mouth, then covered the stash up again with some of her sleeping leaves. The seed was hard and bitter on the outside, Chee had to soften it with her saliva for a while, before she locked it between her back teeth and bit down. Once cracked open, soft wet pod inside slipped out into her mouth. Moving the shell aside into her cheek, she delicately sucked the seed pod. The flavor was subtle and earthy. She then chewed up the seed pod, and swallowed the mascerated treat with one large gulp.
Chee picked up her gourd, and carefully crawled out of the nest hole. She made her way along the path she shared with elk. The ground was trampled grass, soft and wet and cool on her bare feet. The errant branches sticking out into the path, Chee carefully moved aside. Soon the sound of running water was audible. As the path rounded a sharp corner, the river came into view. At the point Chee stood, the river was slow and fat and wide. A little ways down, it got narrow and rocky, the water fighting its way down.
Chee approached the edge of the river. Her feet sank into the mud of the bank, sliding up between her toes. Beyond the mud were rocks halfway above the surface. Carefully stepping onto them, she balanced her self and stepped towards the middle of the river. Here the water flowed quickly and was clear and cool. She crouched down, then lowered her gourd, letting the water flow into it. She lifted the gourd and poured the water into her mouth, letting it flow down her cheeks, neck, and breast. Again she dunked her gourd, letting it fill up. After a few more sips, she noticed a twinge. Relaxing, she let herself make water, freely flowing into the river and being carried away.
Standing up, she wobbled back over the rocks and took a leap that sailed her over the mud of the bank. Back on her trail, she casually walked along, looking around for anything edible. Hidden behind a tree, Chee spotted a number of small green sprouts sticking out of the earth. Kneeling down, she carefully pulled one by its base. Out of the ground came a thick, brown tuber. Chee began to eat. When the taste of the dirt passed, the tuber itself left a hearty, satisfying taste in her mouth.
Take a good long look at the "r" key on your keyboard, then press it (while the selector cursor is in the top bar. Tell me what it says. Tell me where you belong.
>Hidden behind a tree, Chee spotted a number of small green sprouts sticking out of the earth.
ooh this one is actually grammatically WRONG. Was Chee hidden behind a tree, or were the sprouts? This is why you don't write things go backsy round like.
A girl roots through the forest, eating, drinking and pissing—
I like the concept, however the idea of the girl pissing made my castration anxiety flare up. If you made her a shemale that would be great.
Also, if there's gonna be drinking, pissing, and eating, the square must be completed by the dark presence of shit.
It's not as hot as watersports, but you can't leave it out, or else you'd have to get rid of another part of the square.
I recommend that you use the verb "extrude"
ha ha this bastard gets it. in the next part, she finds a fruit tree, eats too much and gets the shits. she also pisses in her sleep, then throws all the leaves out and stamps them down. then she falls into a patch of nettles and is crying and bleeding.
now we got blood and tears in there.
then, she is attacked by a hog. she runs up the tree to escape, but eventually jumps down, grabs her spear, and skewers the beast. when she cuts open its belly a bunch of baby hogs come out, half developed. she eats them, along with the placenta
woah, but that means we need to have sweat, too! sweeat (portmanteau)...
I have never smelled a woman's sweat, but because I'm so alone and desperate even the thought that it was from a girl would probably "do something" for me, even if it was the case that it was entirely in my mind.
Because isn't that always the case? Even when you get to fully HD reality, you only ever fuck what's in your mind. I know that's a sophistic thing that dumb kids say, but it's still true. It's not useful, but it's true. Sorry
of course then she runs into a man, a beast of a man. she avoids him and acts coy, and eventually has semi-consentual sex with him. we later find Chee pregnant and having pains. as suggested by the hog, Chee has a miscarriage and her baby comes out half formed. does she bury it or eat it? unclear
What do YOU know what it is to be a woman, anyway?
Buzzfeed/Slate headline 2017:
WOMEN AREN'T REAL. JUST SUCK A DICK, SISSY, IT'S ALL THE SAME, IT'S ALL LOVE. DON'T YOU LOVE LOVE? IF YOU DON'T YOU HAVE TO STARVE TO DEATH. SISSY
good point. Chee hikes up the hillside in the sun, to where she knows the fruit tree is productive this time of year. the hike makes her sweat and pant. its just running down her head and back. it also makes her stink badly.
also, yeah the reality is just a waking dream. a old jap might say something like that. but anyway, full HD reality is just so complete. if only our hardened little minds could stop filtering it all out. so maybe this will trick bastards into that.
I'll be fully honest, OP.
I ate a whole row of Double Stuff Oreos (zero irony, zero joking here. full disclosure) and the chemicals have been fucking with my mind. I've been having mood swings all day and they're the culprit.
So I'm high energy but low focus when it comes to this, the "make or break" case of my whole career.
And I have to confess, even in a sober state I'd be a poor judge of literature. I hate reading and I find it boring. In an abstract sense I can tell when there are minor picayune errors (all of which, nonetheless, must be ironed out completely if one is to seek publishment), but you could be god himself telling me about the lives of his own angels and I'd be too sad disaffected bored and uncomfortable to hear him out or grow attached
you'll have to put it in a pastebin and post it in a crit thread, I guess
I also know that this "hyperreal" confession/self-aware acknowledgement has long since run its course and ceased to be entertaining, exciting, or new.
Even the method itself is now functionally sterile. But I have nothing else, and I have to explain myself, so it has to suffice.
far too much self-awareness for a 4chan post. isnt this where dumb people come to pretend to be smart, or pretend that they are smart people acting dumb?
and dont blame it on an undigested bit of beef
ultimately, the writing itself is totally meaningless. at least, i give it virtually no meaning. because i just wrote it on the spot for fun. to provoke some people who want to demonstrate themselves. good or bad, who cares.
besides, shuffling the responsibility of opinion onto some hypothetical, open minded, unsaturated mind is absurd. i wrote it for no one but myself, and if the written nail cant penetrate the thick patina of bitterness and numbness that grips my mind, then thats the fact. it cant penetrate yours either.