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Alright, so I didn't really think all that much about it and ended up bumping a thread with massive-old information.

So here's just a thread that's all me, hon. You know you want this.

Genres: Humor/Satire, Dramedy, Social Realism, Urban Fantasy - Surrealism/Magical Realism
Link: http://anondesu.deviantart.com
Notes: Dialogue-heavy, character driven short-fic's the game. Talking about myself too much without any prodding just feels wrong, so I'll let y'all decide what's what instead. All three of you who use this board.

Pic unrelated.

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[Good to see we're back. Here's another story where nothing happens.]

"Does it get internet?"

"Uh, no."

"Can you get apps on it?"

"Dude, no, I've gone over this."

"So it can read books," Ray said, rubbing his hands together through his gloves. "That's it. You can't check Facebook with it. You can't watch porn with it. You can't even fucking play Angry Birds with it. You just read books."

"Uh, yeah," I said. "That's why it's called an eReader."

"Hey, I have a book. I have a lot of books. I can read books with those too. You know what else I can do with them? I can use them as coasters. Or frisbees. Fuck, I can wipe my ass with them if it came down to that."

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.... lol so random. This needs to be developed a bit more, and add a plot twist (everyone needs a twist). Overall, has potential to be great.

Must admit, I didn't read it, since I am annoyed by the TV show you parody. Can't keep from hearing the Opening run through my head.

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Hah, CN Tower was meant to be a scene in a day, moreso than anything with a plot. I was more concerned with painting a picture than telling a story.

And Fresh Prince was our Happy Days, man. That show was legit :P

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[Birdget asked me to write something about a harpy, a little bird, and a window. This happened :V]

This is Ava's dream.

Every night, when Ava sleeps, she dreams of being a bird. Only not exactly a bird; closer to a harpy, but without the man-eating conotation, and not ugly, if you were using the later Greco-Roman tradition. Her whole body is still intact and rewound back to the days of her post-graduate diet and exercise regimen. So basically her, but with wings, and younger. So not a bird or harpy in any sense of those words.

For ninety to one-hundred twenty minutes out of her six to eight hours of sleep every night, she was a not-bird not-harpy younger winged Ava. For ninety to one-hundred twenty minutes every night, she was free.

A bird wakes her up. The bird, rather. It is the same bird that wakes her up every day. The same bird that was always on her windowsill. The same bird that would sit there and chirp at her every morning until she woke up.

This is Ava's alarm clock.

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Ava finds an open seat on the train. The seats are never open. Today, though, she got to rest her weary legs by placing her ass where hundreds of thousands of asses have sat, farted, and scratched themselves. The janitors don't even bother anymore. I don't blame them. If she saw just how dirty they really were, she wouldn't either.

Every day she goes further and further away from her little apartment on top of Mark's Indian restaurant. She has a bag full of resumes and a map of all the local businesses. First, she'll stop by last week's Xs, then she'd move on to this week's Os. She'll go through them all, door to door, handing out her resume and talking to the manager and/or most senior employee. Most of them were high school kids. If she had less education, less experience, maybe she'd be able to land a position as a dead-eyed cashier or stock boy.

But she had education, and she had experience. Ava ran away from her home in a sleepy suburban town at the tender age of eighteen and made her way to the big city, where she was going to be free. She arrived with just the clothes on her back, two pennies in her pocket, and eyes gleaming with hope. Four years of studying <UNDECLARED> later, she went on to land a position she loved in the aforementioned field.

She made her rounds through the shops, the restaurants, the shops again. Racks and racks of clothes, each one different enough from the last to justify having to buy them both. Somewhere, three thousand miles from her and her bag of resumes, in the middle of this jungle of clothes, an Indonesian child was sewing the next season's fashions. She gets one cent for every dress she packs. The bus from her shack to the factory is thirty-three cents one way. When she's finished for the day, she may have finished one hundred dresses. She will pay sixty-six cents for the priviledge to make gaudy salmon-pink dresses and neon blue tights that an American teenager will wear four times this season, then throw in the back of her closet and laugh about twenty years later. The other thirty-four cents goes to feeding her sick baby brother. In two years, he will die anyway, and she would have wasted one hundred sixty-four dollars and twenty-five cents American feeding him for three years.

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"you must kill the strelok" commanded the c-consiousness.
but koishi had long since closed her mind and couldn hear it.
instead she continued to rub strelok's engorged shaft.
father rozen looked on from the distance. having trapped them in the n-field using his army of lolita dolls, his plan was coming into fruition.
"fetch the camcorder" he told suigintou.
strelok was getting close. koishi pushed him onto his back and begin to finger his anus.
one finger at first, but slowly she fit more and more in until her entire hand was inside.
strelok was quivering with excitement, on the verge or orgasm.
suigiuntou returned with the camcorder just in time.
"quick, this is the money shot" said rozen.
suigintou got the shot into focus just in time.
koishi was now massaging strelok's prostate with her knuckles.
the combined action on both his ass and penis was too much, and he erupted in a massive fountain of radioactive semen.
the recording was fantastic, suigintou's expert camera skills made it an erotic masterpeice.
"good job" said rozen, then fucked her in her torso gap .
then everyone died of alpha ray exposure THE END

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Actually we should make this whole thread all "Let's comply with Rena's erotic fanfic demands". I'll go next. :3

<%Rena_Ryuuguu> rubbrchikin: You MUST write erotic fan fiction between Alyssa Searrs (My-HiME) and Saya (Saya no Uta). It should take place in the Lower Ninth Ward (New Orleans). feet-hands must also be involved.

Alyssa searrs was walking through the lower ninth ward of new orleans one day when suddenly she suddenly heard a voice calling out to her. She turned and saw that it was saya. Her voice caught in her throat and she couldnt speak as she realized that ITS HANDS WERE FEET. She was totally entranced by it. "I want to touch your feet-hands" said alyssa. "OK" said saya. Then alyssa thought "I wonder what would happen if i put the feet-hands on my delicious flat loli chest" and she did and it was wonderful. Saya started to moan and they went into a building and saya took of hers and alyssas dresses. But then saya put alyssas dress back on because that little black frilly dress is awesome and then they started to have hot lesbian sex. THE END
epliogue: After a while saya got hungry so she ate alyssa.

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552814 No.299   [Delete]   [Edit]  [Reply]

300 get

What's the general opinion of
Brave New World
Fahrenheit 451

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>300 get

Nope. 300 get is Crab Nicholson get. But nice try.

And these works are classics, no question about it.

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Own it, and O'Brien is pure terror

>Brave New World

Own it, kick ass, and all lolifags/ agree.

>Fahrenheit 451

Don't own it, but read it in skewl back in the day. Book-burning, people-burning, dog-burning...

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thus is found the selves in the expanse beyond the jungle
the great rivers stream a flood of deficience into its midst
pulled in by its noxious foul smell disguised by hospitality and security
in actuality a sense of loathing of self and others
loathing the beings that arrive on the rivers
occupied with their insignificant reputations
loathing their own selves for perpetuating the great disaffection
of the expanses and communities outlying
the great loathing generates contempt
contempt between individual cells
contempt between they them and those
the general sense of contempt that transcends all other emotion
below its skin all else might be a better worlds

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Didn't you already post this? It was shit then, too.

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Creepypasta anyone?...

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The Girl in the Photograph

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.

His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.

He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.

She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said “No.” He was devastated.

When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said “No.” It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.

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I was browsing Wikipedia while bored and came to realize that there are quite a few holes in Wikipedia's coverage of Peach-Pit's works. take for example http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peach-Pit - a pretty tiny article (see pic). No information at all about their various artbooks. No mention about the "Collaboration comic" that appeared in the RM manga books, including characters from RM, Zombie-Loan and DearS. The one-shot RM manga, Shōjo no Tsukurikata, has a one-paragraph-long article. The articles for their more major works, such as RM and Shugo Chara, are fairly substantial, but still need a fair bit of work. Anyone with some good writing skills feel like they'd like to contribute to the Cause of Dolljoints by expanding and/or improving these articles?

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>>282 Perhaps, but I will merely take little glances at it to see if anyone gave a shit about it.

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55965 No.283   [Delete]   [Edit]  [Reply]

Is erotic literature welcome here? Or do I have to post it in its corresponding board?

Mod Edit: This is the place for it.

Last edited by moderator 10/09/10(Fri)04:23.

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go for it bro
i don't think there is an 'erotic literature' board so this would be it

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Excuse me, but people of /lit/ what would you say/do in reply to this from Suiseiseki~desu:

Even with a smile of the most imperfections,
I am your Alice,
Even with a imperfect complexion,
I am your perfect Maiden~desu.

A maiden so perfect,
So close to your heart,
It causes both you and I to overfill,
With a feeling known as joy~desu.

For you are my Master,
I live to love you,
This feeling is for you,
It's so sensitive and beautiful,

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Sorry for bad poem everyone T_T

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

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Damn, that's pretty.

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>>271 Really, I thought my writing sucked XD

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In the tradition of "Half-Life: Full Life Consequences", "Gonan the brabrion", and "DOOM: Repercussions of Evil", I proudly present to you:


It was a dark and stormy Night. "I WILL RULE THEM ALL" Kannako shouted from the youkai mountan and from on top of the mounten which was the place where she was at. thunder and litening roar in the storm and was a Tornado! "I will defet the hakurei miko, they of humans villige will join my new religon or die!!" she said but then Reimu appeared and said "NO! The one to be defeat will be you" Then they fighted with damnaku and shotting magic at each other for 6 hours on top of peek of the mountein of the yukai.
Reimu Harukei was 18 years old and hse had been a miko which was the preistess of the shrine since she was 10. Riemu grew up having to fights with yukai and exetrinate them that ate humens and made trouble. So she know what she was doing. Her good fiend was Marisa the black and white witch that lived in the Forest of magic by where Alice Margatoroid was. And so Marisa saw the war and explodions on the montain and came to help her friend Reimu. She said, "It must be reimu fighting with the enemys!"
Now it was 6 hours and Reimu was tired and brething heavy from the fight. "You are weak" said Kanko, "but I am goddes and dont need to rest. So I wear you down and beat you surely HA HA" But then Marisa flew up on her broom! "you must fight me too then" she shout and gots her Mini Haruko. "MASTER SPARK!" She shoot it at Kanako: but it does not damage? "U CANT KILL ME I AM THE GOD" kannako laugh. but she was distract by Marisa! Reimu saw a chance and she took it.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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