In Russia, coffin has pipe for air, and bell with string. If man is true Soviet, he does not die. When buried, yells for undertaker and rings bell.
Bell rings. Is no wind.
Undertaker asks - "Are you lady Gorbochev?"
Voice says "Yes!"
"Born winter of 1927?"
"Yes!"
"Gravestone says 'Died 20 February, 1957"
"Niet, am still living!"
"Am sorry, but is August. In June, ground will thaw. You must wait for June."

And woman is true Soviet, waits for June.

Last one I have that hasn't been posted.

Old Comrade was sit alone on path. Not sure of direction to going, and forget both where traveling to…and who Comrade was.

He sit down for minute to rest legs, and suddenly look up to see old woman before him.

Woman say: “Now third wish. What will wish be?”

“Third wish?” Comrade was baffled. “How can be third wish if I am having no first and second wish?”

“Comrade has two wishes already,” woman say, “but second wish was for to return everything to way it was being before you had first wish. So it is that you have one wish left.”

“Yes,” he said hesitantly, "Am not believe this, but no harm in try. Am wishing for freedom in motherland to know self."

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Kriegs wrote some /x/ish horrorfic back in the day. Imma ruin them :V

Location unclear, but exist cursed alley in winding streets of Moscow. Is say, when one approach alley, voice of comrade will whisper with great urge but without making of sense.

Is say comrade who follow hear whisper more loudly and bring more sense. True Soviet comrade will tell whisper know of deep personal secret and vision which flee into dark of shadow. And then turn back whether is of prior knowledge of cursed alley or of desire to return home for early rising.

Is all information true Soviet citizen need know. Those venture farther into alley are capitalist swine. Is known for bodies found at mouth of alley with hamburger in hand and bullet wound in head. KGB not let traitors live for disgrace Mother Russia.

(However, is also said: traitor scum find dead also have smile on face. Such are terrors of capitalism.)

Door is open.

Why phrase ring of capitalist corruption?

Is for door mean much.

Take look at glorious state-built lodging. Assume there is door. Now, stare at door. Examine with analytical Soviet mind. Is door open? Is door closed? Is door only slightly open so can see light or dark on other side? Is door wood or metal? Is comrade on other side working hard for Mother Russia?

Now close door.

Now return to post, comrade. Close eyes for twenty seconds. At end, view door again.

Are sound of hard work for common good coming from other side? Is shadow of diligent comrade visible? Is light or dark? Door is perfect - no rot, no rust. You cannot see through perfect Soviet door, no?

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stolen

Sorry for bad poem everyone T_T

d'aaawwww

>>267 Awh, you thought it was kawaii~?!

Damn, that's pretty.

>>271 Really, I thought my writing sucked XD

>>6666
I think of /lit/ as more for OC though, maybe my bad, but did mention planning to post it on /ot/ in IRC and nobody suggested otherwise. Nice get btw.

>>6665
Can't help that, sorry... found it several years ago when I was into the HP fandom, but unless you're allergic to HP it's still a damn good read.

>>6668
I've just read 'tiny boobs, giant tits' on fakku, and while it's decent enough it's still fairly generic porn.

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>>6669
don't you ever disparage that wincest in anyway ever again, it will cost you dearly

also, you're welcome, it's in honor of their new CD

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Don't mind me, just moving this thread to somewhere more appropriate.

I did wonder where this thread got to... cheers for asking. Or even a heads up. Etc. :\

cool story is cool. First time i see something like this written in a decent way. Heck, it even made some sense.

Alice:
Rivers always return to the sea. The Winterblessed merges with the Treacle, the Treacle flows into the Sanzu, and the Sanzu washes everything away. We will lay our burdens down, says the song, down by the riverside. Tears are rivers, and they too must return to the sea. I lay my burden down. Here at the river. No more tears, no more crying. What was I supposed to do? I can't carry this load anymore. It's too much. A heave, a splash. Not as loud as I'd expected. It's good that no one will hear. I'm going to be okay now. Everything will be okay. My burden starts to sink now. The current snatches at it, carries it downstream. Its little arms and legs are still wiggling. Funny, that.

update 12: Weedy get hungry and start laughing around magic grass. weedy kill many people to find more, no luck. weedy throws more poop. evens out.

update 13: weedy meet JL. JL give weedy magic grass. weedy not know what horse tranquilizers are, but weedy try them.

update 14: weedy make fire in hospital for grass burning. man no like fire. weedy kill man. fire cover whole building. weedy feel good. need more grass.

update 15: Strange man put metal claws over weedy wrists. weedy not like claws. weedy break claws, kill man with bare hands. weedy steal strange white and blue metal machine.

update 16: machine blow up when hit tree. weedy ok. kill man. dont know why. threw poop at him. everything ok.

>>219
I support most of whats in here. Damn if it doesn't mean we have more work though.

I still don't understand exactly where AD is taking this when it comes to the classes thing, but the routes based on morals seemed pretty cool to me.
As long as if you're the "Evil" one you don't go against an "Eviler" guy. KotOR did that, and I don't want to do the same thing. "Evil" Weedy fights "Good" antagonist, "Good" Weedy fights "Evil" antagonist, "neutral" Weedy fights True Evil. Because Neutrality is the true light in the world.

>>220

I think you'll understand where I'm coming from if I say good Weedy fights good antagonist.

There are no bad people, only bad decisions. And Weedy will make his fair share of them throughout the course of the story.

Only, you know, less depressing.

>>221
So now we're going ideological? ;_;

>>179
i lol'd hard xD

bump

awesome story wingless, i was skeptical at first but it was after all enjoyable.

One night, years ago, I had a dream...

If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

It was a warm sunny afternoon. The sunlight appeared to emit a warm aura upon the land, with the clear blue sky presiding over the earth. Children giggled enthusiastically as they minded their youthful naivety with great fervor. As I returned home from a busy day at work, a warm feeling enveloped my heart as I pressed the lift button.

I am returning home to a family I just built.

I never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now

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If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

Despite my fatigue, her voice was enough to give me enthusiasm to walk in to see her in our bedroom.
And there she was.
My wife, sitting on the bed, wearing a purple dress, holding her tummy and caressing her - our - soon-to-be-born child.
The sunlight illuminated the room so magically, I could vaguely see her face through the rays, though it added to her magical beauty.
And disregarding the frustrations of not being able to see her face, her beauty shines with the sunlight.

I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with

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Delicious. Please, continue!

• The song was "Mike Patton - Sweet Cream (Redux)" (The poem might be in the rhythm of the song, but I haven't tried reading it that way.)

I am enjoy.