What is the last sentence of your novel?

You too, by two.

Also, what was kek about it? Just curious.

In conclusion, no-- nobody ever grows up, in a bunch of different ways.

Perhaps life could surmount. It probably can't.

He was his father's son.

And but so.

...

And life never ended until it did.

They beat on, cocks between the cheeks, stillborns sent gushingly to the ass.

...

You beautiful son of a bitch.

Please don't.

And but so it goes.

And looking over those troubled sunset waters, i finally truly understood why Gregory Berrycone woke up with that plastic knob on the back of his head.

Kek.

The end?

Quod erat demonstrandum.

damn......

its a godawful cliche

pompous

thats so gregory berrycone

It's the title of the novel.

"What did she mean by this?", his last coherent thoughts sank into black pain.

and he truly was the only man who couldn't suck his own dick.

>black pain

Well the real one is "Ehkä elämä voittaisi", that's just a translation.

>Bazinga.

'No, I can't eat this. I'm vegan'

its white pain for white people. black for black people. you ought to know that

Now I was, trully, looking for Alaska,

His imagination went a long way; it's a shame his feet couldn't follow.

Save it for your high school short story collection.

We must cultivate our gardens.

And the sea was far out, dude.

In those dark eyes I saw no differance than mine

And then, he died.

After all this years, finally, I have become (title of the novel).

it was a dark, stormy night

I bet his bicycle never breaks down.

And thus, dear reader, we come to the end of this extraordinary tale.

And that is the story of Stalingrad.

Thank you
Thank you
Thank you

i think that's 3 sentences

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh.

>In conclusion, no-- nobody ever grows up

I like this a lot.

ah, i see now

>semicolon in the last line of your novel

ostentatious

"His imagination went a long way. His feet couldn't follow."
""His imagination went a long way, but his feet couldn't follow."

it's ok

Thread full of fucking douches

that's the joke.

And they all lived happily ever after.

"Because... I just can't think of anything more cruel."

I'd consider this:

>His imagination went a long a way. And it's a shame his feet couldn't follow.

i really do like that though

what could surprise a dude who knew everything?

You want door fix, Man of Spiders? Yes, I know these things you do, I learn how to find many secrets in old country. You will not pay rent? This is fair. We will take rent in other ways. When I was in old country, in Bosnia, my friends and I... we do things to women. Terrible things, make them ugly women who will never be loved. Your friends, redhead girl and science girl... they will beg me to stop, as my men and I rain alternating blows of ejaculateing and fists upon them. And when they are broken, Man of Spiders, when they are nothing more than shells... you will know the rent is paid.

For this month

At least thats what I think happened.

Her laughter bounced off the far wall of the tunnel and came back to her: louder, longer, and with a noticeable strain of malice.

And that's how I met your mother.

Cummies.

"This is where you close the book and go fuck your wife."

that's dope

die motherfucker

>Implying anyone on lit has actually finished their novel

"You never change, user. A single wish and this was your idea?"

Calvin did not know if Kyle was truly dead as many had once presumed, not until the wind died was he certain.

After all this years, finally, I have become GREEN EGGS AND HAM

this meme isn't funny, stop samefagging

Riverun past Eve and Adams from swerve of shore to bend of bay brings us by a Commodious Vicus back to Howthe castle and environs.

There was nothing left to fear.

HIS MUSCULAR CUM IMPREGNATED HER BELLY AND HE FINALLY KNEW THAT HE WAS TAO LIN.

"Ooh neat," Clifford let out, embracing his new green shell and cute ass turtle feet, "Kafkaesque!"

The twelve apostles sat down, and pondered. Pondered on their dear, recently deceased friend, Jesus. Who still lay prostrated across the cross of which man's sins became absolved.

They came to a consensus of not continuing on in sorrow for their dear friend, but to rejoice in the fact they can now write a book that will fuck up western civilization from that point on until that same civilization produces it's own proxy Jesus who goes by the name of John Lennon, and he writes "Imagine" instantly BTFO two thousand years of dogmatic oppression.

The End :^B

And the future became that much brighter.

"I felt sorry for you."

>and with a burgeoning malice

If you enjoyed this book please share it with your friends and family, spread the word, really helps me out.

Top kek.

LMFAO STFU ITS SO BAD

'Twas the time before christmas

Can't wake up.

In the final seconds of her life she finally knew what the phrase "One by Two" meant, but it was already pointless.

It was awful.

Because one of the least known truths about the elites, the stars, the gated communities, is that the walls they build - be them phisical, moral or intellectual - are not to protect the inside from the outside, but the contrary. That is to say that they're not buildt out of fear, but contempt.

I see a light.

"I have learned nothing."

Rough draft, motherfucker. 102k words.

So the martyr is our fervor and as such lighting protectively justified itself as you'll protect you protect us.

hilarious

hownewru

The absolute madman.

When the rainbow disappeared among the clouds, Ulises spoke at last "Well...because of the gravity of our past situation, we could say that the future will be just an infinite joke".