I'll start:
The man walked into the room and sat down but he forgot he realized ass le shit nigger Steven Pinker and sat down on the floor instead.
suddenly ses
As Anonymous pressed post one night for a new thread, he found himself transformed in his chair into a gigantic gay-like person.
The man with the daddy issues turnt into a bug. He jumped in the river and di-STORY INCOMPLETE
>>7786821
INSERT COINS
>>7786645
MOM IS GONNA FREAK OUT
>>7786687
i got spook'd
muh muh greatest writer of the 20th century muh muh
I was walking down the street when suddenly jews took over all American universities and started proclaiming me as a great author
also I turned into a bug again now give me a pulitzer but not if the putitzer turns into a bug too.. hehehe.
hopefully you don't turn into a bug
21st century kafka
"dude im a bug!" said kevin. "this is awesome! i think im a beetle!"
those around him recoiled in existential horror. what could this mean? what could this REPRESENT? how wretched is a man?
kevin skittered across the floor, chittering. "im gona have to eat poop now haha, but itll probably taste like steaks!"
"How kafkaesque," said the bug who dreamed of being a man.
"Oy vey, my nice jewish boy neuroses suuuure are acting up today"
I was in a labyrinth of boring paperwork I had to fill in by five, even though I did not know their principal language - Chinese. Also, I'm a bee. This is all punishment for the time I looked at a goy with lascivious eyes.
What's up with his hairline?
It seems I have turned into a bug how positively... kafkaesque
>>7788058
very kafkaesque
>>7787809
kekd
>>7788058
JUST
The Jewish boy walked into the room and his father started beating him with a stick
>>7788103
>The Jewish boy walked into the room and his father started beating him with a stick
J. left his father's house and went to the police station. The air at the police station was stifling. J. went up to the secretary. She sweated profusely from her exoskeleton. She told J. to file a complaint with P. J. went to P.'s office, but P. told him only there was nothing he could do, only God could judge his father. J. asked where he could find God's office. P. said God's office was the one at the top of the never-ending stairs. J. tried to climb them, but never reached the top. The End.
>>7788103
>The Jewish boy walked into the room and his father started beating him with his dick
I was suddenly a bug. Nice. Died a Homosapien no regrets.
Like a dog... like a dog...
/thread
soon I was cumming the hardest I'd ever came before in my life. Every throb was harder than the last. But this went on for much longer than expected. I realized I could not stop cumming. Now each throb of final pleasure felt instead like the penultimate throb. I was paralyzed with euphoria, but still I stood up with my hand cupped over my tip to the bathroom and sat on the toilet for three hours, flushing every thirty minutes. My dick was in pain but my mind still perfectly euphoric. I tried to squeeze it shut but I could feel a painful welling in my prostate so I let it go. I felt totally fine with it but knew I had to stop the cumming before my girlfriend and her mother came home. I tried thinking of all the horrible things I could but the cumming only got stronger the more I tried to resist. I was becoming hungry and knew that if I was to be stuck in the bathroom in fear of my girlfriend and her mother that I would have to eat cum to survive until it stopped.
kafka went for a coffee but he had no money to pay, so he paid with seventy years of his life, but died before fulfilling his sentence and now nobody remembers him.
>>7787809
Probably the best post in this thread
>>7786645
All of a sudden all his teeth and both his eyes fell out. He then proceed to hopelessly grope the floor.
If his parents got home and saw the mess they would surely beat his sister. His sister was the only person he really cared about and it was her he thought of as he stumped around like a hunchback.
>>7789814
0/10 he didn't even turn into a bug
>>7786820
He was a homosexual from the very beginning is the twist.
Timothy B. pushed his way into the imposing hospital, filled with endless doors and countless lost patients confined within their gray walls, waiting for a discharge form that will never reach them; the messenger from the office would have to get on endless elevators and cross an infinity of offices for their message to ever reach them.
He approached the front desk, manner by an apathetic, yet curvaceous woman with short brown hair and a dour expression. Had he not been engaged in an ill-conceived affair, for which he was already paying with this hospital visit, he would certainly have considered asking her out for a coffee in one of the local cafés, under the sparkling, currently hidden, sunshine. It would be a welcome distraction from his unsatisfying occupation of making sloppy video game related comics to support himself and his dear family. "Excuse me, but where may I find Lilah?" The receptionist rattled off a room number so long that B. was unable to remember it, but was told procedure did not allow the receptionist to repeat it. He only received a vague point to her left as a guide, and managed to become hopelessly lost, as he wandered corridors filled with doors.
He attempted to speak to doctors and nurses in the hallways, but they merely parroted the same asanine rule, that he was not allowed to hear the number again. B. found himself growing rather cross, and he lost his temper, only calming down upon a vague threat of calling "them" to escort him from the premises. He finally stumbled into a man he recognized as Lilah's own personal doctor, whom B. suspected she may have been sleeping with. He was a man who had seen better days, the shadows of better days reducing his face to a bland, expressionless mass, as if someone had only copied what they thought expressive human features looked like directly onto his head. "I'm afraid her condition is very serious," he told B., "I will keep working on it, but please, come back later." B. refused to leave, and after a heated exchange, wrested the room number from him. He was given a chiding look from the doctor for his impatience, or rather what a chiding look might look like had the chiding look been drawn onto him using a severely limited range of facial features and settings.
When he came into Lilah's room, he found that she had been transformed in her bed into a monstrous insect. "Mother's going to have a fit," thought B. gloomily, before resigning himself to this grim development.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_eSbsJjbXDO3IyoJ6gQOcPCkiP6ocfoNGPKmu_6xIMY/edit?usp=sharing
I presented this a while back at a workshop in Maine. Alot of the people there compared it to Kafka.
>>7786645
KEK
>>7786645
A man walks into a room. It's walls are painted red. The floorboards have assumed a yellowing, aged tint. At the very center of the room is a two by two meter carpet coloured the loveliest shade of hot blue.
At this point, he realises that the room in question is on fire, and dies.
>>7790180
it's terrible
>>7787809
Masterful
>>7786645
DUDE, EVERY STORY IS ABOUT FREUD, LMAO
>>7786821
beautiful
