/lit/ - Literature

well it depends on what you'd find educational. a friend of mine got a 95% on their english midterm most likely because of our roleplaying, while reading fics and some original stories also tend to teach a thing or two.

try writing something every day, like a tidbit about your life or writing about a fictional character. be it your own character or headcanons about your favorite character from a show or book you like.

reading and writing are the two key ways to get better at writing yourself.

ya just gotta believe

Being a storyteller is something you discover on your own, not something that can be taught from handbooks and tutorials…
The easiest, simplest way to is to write, write, write every day and keep at it. Whether it's journal entries, letters, or just forum/imageboard posts. In time, you will get a feel of what feels natural to you - that is, the flow of words, the way you string them together, your preference in explaining or describing, and so on.

I'd also recommend just picking up random novels and studying the writing styles of these people. Note their use of language, their approach on telling a story. If you like a style, try emulating it and see how it feels.

Annddd, as >>339 mentioned, roleplaying is a *really* good way to improve your writing. Since it is essentially nothing more but an extended form of storytelling, you will become more and more fluid at getting across what you mean, having your imagination run wild and, at the same time, develop your style.

Just keep at it, OP

Read all sorts of different stuff. Obviously any sort of fiction or non-fiction, but also things like newspaper articles, encyclopedia entries, product manuals, etc. Hell, even food packages will sometimes have short blurbs about the product or the company that made them. Reading stuff from a wide variety of sources will give you an idea of the many different ways words can come together, whether to describe a vacation spot, explain what the gear settings on your car are for, tell the story of a British spy, and so on.

I Googled "writing ideas" and found this site with a lot of writing prompts: http://thewritesource.com/writing_topics/
Yeah, you're obviously past first grade, but if your writing skills are in need of some work then it might help to pick some of the easier prompts. Do some searches of your own for more writing ideas or tips for good writing.

Buy a composition notebook (the ones with the marbled, thick-ish covers and the pages that aren't perforated for tearing out) and use it to write in; they're fairly durable and can be written on your lap if there isn't a table nearby. Write in your living room, write while you're taking a shit, go to a park or a library or a restaurant or anywhere you can sit, and write there. Maybe jot down some writing prompts to write about while you're out, or make up a story about the place you're in or some people you see. You could even just describe your surroundings.

Say you're at a restaurant. Describe the various sounds and smells. Look at the people at other tables; what are they wearing? Do they look happy, frustrated, bored, etc.? If you've been there before, do you have any memories of previous visits? Write down what you order and describe it when you get it: how it looks, how it smells, what it tastes like, what you do/don't like about it. What kind of mood is your server in? If they're upset, trying writing out some ideas why they're upset; they don't have to be right, just whatever you think of.

Most imortantly, do not get discouraged if you don't like what you're writing. I would consider myself a pretty good writer, and I write stuff that I look at later and just go "that was fucking terrible" all the time. It takes practice and a lot of trial-and-error, but if you keep at it then you'll slowly but surely improve.

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sometimes i wish i heard my name in the night
so i felt that someone wanted to hear me reply.


or feel a brush on my shoulder
or a whisper in the dark
softly.

There's certainly a distinct charm in these selections that i cant seem to put into words at the moment…

Good stuff right here OP

>>297





Thank you.




it has been quite a journey.

>>304
my [Deep.] art

>>318 here, I just got the book yesterday. Gonna try to power through it- do you guys want some kind of summary (besides my opinion on if it's worth the buy) when I finish?

>>327
The whole book can be downloaded from somewhere.

Well, I said "fuggit" and did an inter-library loan, haha. I got, like, at least three library memberships and found one that would do it for free, and would provide a decent amount of time to borrow it. So soon I shall be reading it.

>>326
Oh, well no, don't misunderstand me. I have no intention or interest in *pursuing* the lifestyle of a hikikomori. I'm just utterly fascinated by the phenomena. No, no. Though when I shut myself away to work on writing and freelance work, I sometimes feel like a hermit, I never let that drag on. I have friends. I go out. I fool around. I carouse and drink. I very much am a connoisseur of life's experiences. It's why I like writing. To illuminate the different dusty corners of life. That is why people on the edges of normal social structure fascinate me.

>>329
Well to his credit, at least, he has a long career with Asia (Korea and Japan chiefly), so he's not completely ignorant. A grain of salt will for sure be taken, though.

>>331
Sure, I'd love to hear your thoughts. At this point I will be reading it soon anyway, but I'd love to have some discussion about it regardless.

>>332
Fuck that, I'd rather curl up in my chair and read it. I don't do that Kindle buwellsheet and I stare at a computer enough as it is already, haha.

>>333
Yeah I know that feel. I'd often rather just not read a book if I have to do it online. manga is a different story though.

Well, I checked my holds at one of my local libraries and it's in! Probably gonna go pick it up sometime this weekend and will probably jump right in to reading it. In the past couple of days I hit on a hikikomori-inspired story idea that finally stuck, so this shall be my research/inspiration. I shall report back.

>>331
How's it coming along with you?

Practice your writing as you would an instrument. You cannot play unless you listen, and you cannot write unless you read. An ability is not born of empty inspirations.

>>269
this

also ask your teachers for constructive criticism, talk to them on a more one-on-one basis.
join a writing club.

also, write every day. for ever.

>>270
To build on my response:

Find a starting point. What kind of writing do you like? even better, what forms of writing are you aware of?
Start exploring the different forms of writing there are. Then explore different favorite authors / "classic"/famous pieces. see what other people are doing. Find a more populated literature/writing board (and make sure to cross-post here so we can get more activity too. or redirect us there.) Start messing around.

But most importantly, write every day.

The best thing you can do right now is customize a space/program in your computer for writing, or going out and buying yourself a sexy journal.

just because they're teachers doesn't mean you can't gauge their criticism. Its actually rather true that teachers are dealing with students who try hard to pass their assignment or whatever, and for that reason, write a good paper. By that nature, the teacher will tell many people the did a "great job!" So if you were told you did well, you probably did.

Archives are a class of beings that live for the pursuit of knowledge. Also known as Librarians, Keepers, Wisemen, Philosophers and Crystal People. They are often decrepit in appearance, and typically wear robes made of many layers of fabric. Some Archives may have no visible form it all, aside from the ghostly robes wrapped around their body. Even more commonly, Archives may have crystals growing on the body and clothes, hanging from their beard like icicles, or growing in large clusters on their hunched back.
Archives live within towers that are half crystal half tree. Only the lower part of the tower has the most resemblance of the tree due to its roots, which draw minerals out of the ground. Further up its trunk the bark has a perlized luster to it, eventually giving away to a massive crystal. Many towers have other small crystals branching off of it in a similar manner to how tree might grow branches, although not all towers do. The inside of the central crystal is hollow; home to an Archive, or in some cases Archives.
Within the crystal tower the Archives do exactly as the name would suggest. They keep records and information on everything. They do so by infusing knowledge directly into crystal shards. The information within the shards can be easily read by anyone with an intellect and open mind capable of understanding the content of the crystals. Larger crystals typically contain more information and are much more difficult to read. The content of the crystal will also determine the color of the crystal, Archives will typically arrange crystals by color.
The crystal towers may also vary in color, depending on the Archive living inside. Not all Archives are very open-minded, some only specialize in specific colors of knowledge, which also determines the color of their crystal tower. Most Archives are quite open-minded though, and live inside white crystal towers. The majority of Archives live by them selves but as for the Archives who live in communities, their crystal tower is always massive, with so many branching crystal structures that it does actually resemble a tree. Multi-Archive towers typically form over the ruins of ancient libraries. The largest known crystal tower has its upper reaches obstructed by the clouds on most days.
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The ideas are good, but holy shit the spelling is atrocious.

>>308
I blame Dragon Naturally Speaking 11.5

and spell checking at 2:00am

>>308
Maybe they were being brainstormed…? in a way…

There was a similar concept (The Job's Mask) in Robert McCammon's Swan Song if you're looking for a point of comparison.

Out of what you have here, I like the Collectors best–namely because they aren't locked-in to produce necessarily good or evil characters. It's more about the needs of their obsession weighed against the needs of other adventuring beings.

>>266

Active Ether Tornado Rifle

holy shit wind magic bulletswarm

FART

far atmosphere reaching teleportation

gtrd

>>289

Guardian Tyrannosaurus Rex Dive

GKYD

>>295

Gay King of Yore's Dicking

WGFW

>>296
"World Gravitational Flux Weapon"

Don't pull the trigger while you're still on the planet.


MSCN

Have you ever wondered why I inhabit in the dark light? I always wondered the why of this kind of hate to most of things around me. I'm not smart; but I am better than the overall average. They make me sick!
Sincerely, I feel sick for the form they can be manipulated, tricked and threatened. Is like their brain is bathed with eggs and the Media irradiate with ligh the semen to fertilize them with frightening ease, creating a smorgasbord mass of cancer cells.
If I had the oportunity to eliminate them all, I wouldn't; Thanks to them I am what I expect to be. But still, I would send them so goddam far…

I'm scared of the miscellaneous and squared mass; I piss in horror before the possibility of their existence in this world which I do not understand.
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In the left side I am too scared to die that I'd rather be dead.

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PEOPLE SEE ONLY WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE. The blinds are lucky because they see more clear than thousand of persons which use their anus as their corneas and their infected and twisted bloodshot eyes with pus and constipated phlegm infernally melted in 32th mutually different dimensions.
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Súbelas en español, coño.

>>285

Bueno, no quería hacerlo, ya que como todos acá hablan inglés (Y dudaba que alguien me pida que lo subiera en español), no me pareció necesario.
Pero, acá están. (PD: gracias por hacerme acordar de ésto; ahora veo si encuentro algún que otro de esos papeles forros que no sé dónde mierda están).

Post #1

Últimamente estuve recapacitando, y me di cuenta de que estoy aterrado. Siento como todo este proyecto de, digamos, "Sueño estúpido de adolescente" se derrumba como un himen roto.
No me siento como si tuviera esta edad, y me siento terriblemente hipócrita al tener dos caras en la vida. Dos caras inconscientes que se dividen en mente y cuerpo.
Por un lado, tengo una sonrisa afilada que nunca falta, cortando el ambiente con chistes estúpidos; una sobredosis de terror me cubre cuando llego a mi casa. ¡Dios!, es tan extraño… es como si fuera esquizofrénico, un primate esquizofrénico al cual pinchan y estudian como si fuera un experimento descartable. Y esas son nis pesadillas últimamente… me despierto de noche, traspirando, y raramente las recuerdo como vagas figuras de miedo. Estoy rodeado de miedo.
(…)
Me siento frente a una violación a conciencia cada vez que descubro que mi vida termina a los 18. Por más que me esfuerce, no puedo ni imaginar ni suponer qué mierda me va a pasar cuando llegue. Estoy tan nervioso, y tan cansado, como si llevara una cadena que yo mismo forjé… y de la cual dependo.

Nota: Tenía 12 cuando lo escribí. Es cuando empecé a tener ataques de pánico. En esa edad estaba muy asustado de mi vida, porque no sabía que me iba a pasar cuando cumpliera 18, y pensaba que lo mejor que podía hacer era suicidarme.

Post #2

Las raíces de la libertad están clavadas profundamente, como nervios intactos, en la punta más filosa de cada filamento luminoso y electrizante de lo que llamamos «cerebro».

Mi mierda es dulce ante mis ojos y negra ante mi lengua; llameante y delicada, la cual se encarga de transportarme libremente a cualquier parte de mi cuerpo, mostrándome la roja negrura de luminosidad que tiene mi piel. Y mis huesos, ¡Son terriblemente duros ante mi oído! ¿Podés escucharlos? La vibración penetra cada parte líquida de mis células, moviéndolas y masturbándolas con delicados movimientos circulares e iluminándolas con fuertes e hirientes luces rojas como sangre.

Las células comienzan a moverse a través de un líquido transparente y espeso, que contiene gérmenes violetas y rosados, como pequeños osos mutantes y genéticamente trastornados, que se encargan de lastimar y purificar el sub-ambiente con feromonas de alto calibre.
Yo estoy ahí, observando y anotando, mientras cada uno de mis extraños movimientos al estilo de un barco me arrastran hasta un torrente gigantesco de nueva información que no soy capaz de manejar. Son ondas largas y curvadas en semicírculos que dirigen las cargas masculinas y hacen que observe al enorme círculo frente a mí. Y todos los filamentos, que alzan sus inexistentes caras con expresiones terroríficas, uniéndose en un banquete ante la imagen que nos hace frente. Sí.

El cuero duro comienza a comprimirse en todos los puntos; la presión comienza a disparar gigantescas luces plateadas y pulidas que nos ciegan. El ojo está siendo masticado y digerido; y la córnea nos apuñala con su enorme presión
-¿Sabés lo que se siente ser amado? – pregunto a cada uno de mis compañeros. Pero ellos sólo me miran con odio, mientras mi piel comienza derretirse y mis ojos a llorar mi semen mezclado con mi cerebro.

Post #3

¿Alguna vez te preguntaste por qué habito en la obscura luz? Yo siempre me pregunte el porqué de esta clase de odio a la mayoría de las cosas a mi alrededor. No soy inteligente; pero supero y por mucho al promedio general. ¡Me dan asco!

Sinceramente, me enferma la forma y la facilidad con la que pueden ser manipulados y engañados. Es como si su cerebro estuviera bañado en óvulos y los medios los irradian con luz y semen para fecundarlos con espantosa facilidad, creando una masa uniforme de células cancerígenas. Si tuviera la oportunidad de eliminarlos, no lo haría; gracias a ellos soy lo que espero ser. Pero aun así los alejaría lo más que pueda.

Me aterra la masa miscelánea y cuadrada; me meo de terror ante la posibilidad de su existencia en este mundo que no entiendo

A un costado Tengo tanto miedo de morir que preferiría estar muerto.

(…)

¡LA GENTE SE LIMITA A ESPANTARSE Y GRITAR PREJUICIOS INCOMPRENSIBLES CONTRA COSAS QUE NO ENTIENDEN NI INTENTAN COMPRENDER!
Los ciegos tienen suerte de poder ver más claro que miles de personas que usan sus anos como las córneas y pupilas giratorias de sus infectos y retorcidos ojos inyectados en pus y flema constipada infernalmente en 32 dimensiones diferentes entre sí. Si la gente viera lo que realmente hay, la gente se suicidaría felizmente en un espantoso ritual de clamor. Tourette se sentiría orgulloso de ser anoréxico. Dios vendida a los fanáticos que no pueden ver en su ataque de eyaculador precoz epiléptico con al-zeimer.