Write a kafkaesque story in one sentence.
I'll start:
"I hope I'll make it in time for the funeral," he thought, in response to being buried alive.
You ruined it. Guess where.
OP posted no 4chan's literature board only to find himself transformed into a large vermin.
>>7931632
This is a little too much.
"I hope I'll make it in time for the funeral," he thought, while being lowered into his grave."
>>7931632
OP thought to himself "I'll post on 4chan about Franz Kafka maybe that will make me less of a faggot!" as OP takes a large cock in his ass.
>>7931644
rude dubs
>>7931632
With a swift click of the mouse, I was showered with relief as my faggotry had been broadcast for all the world to see, squirming in excitement as I awaited my (you)s, however, my b8 was not taken.
All the passing birds couldn’t help but remark, in shock:
"You’re in a cage!"
>>7931642
No, it's still too much.
Cut the thing in half.
Why do none of the escalators go up?
I spent a long time giggling infront of a screen.
When it looks as if you had made up your mind finally to stay at home for the evening, when you have put on your house jacket and sat down after supper with a light on the table to the piece of work or the game that usually precedes your going to bed, when the weather outside is unpleasant so that staying indoors seems natural, and when you have already been sitting quietly at the table for so long that your departure must occasion surprise to everyone, when, besides, the stairs are in darkness and the front door locked, and in spite of all that you have started up in a sudden fit of restlessness, changed your jacket, abruptly dressed yourself for the street, explained that you must go out and with a few curt words of leave-taking actually gone out, banging the flat door more or less hastily according to the degree of displeasure you think you have left behind you, and when you find yourself once more in the street with limbs swinging extra freely in answer to the unexpected liberty you have procured for them, when as a result of this decisive action you feel concentrated within yourself all the potentialities of decisive action, when you recognize with more than usual significance that your strength is greater than your need to accomplish effortlessly the swiftest of changes and to cope with it, when in this frame of mind you go striding down the long streets - then for that evening you have completely got away from your family, which fades into insubstantiality, while you yourself, a firm, boldly drawn black figure, slapping yourself on the thigh, grow to your true stature.
My train running late, I decided to run to the station through the underground tracks but I fell and dirtied the very pants I was returning.
>>7931692
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>>7931632
PONPONPON: I love Korean music.
I feel relieved, I can no longer hear the ringing in my ears.
>>7931798
My legs are OK.
To my horror the fedora was brushed aside by the wind, revealing the doorknob on the back of my head to all the world.
I felt the cock in me bum; Samantha always manages to surprise me.
Bernard K. returned from work that evening to find not only his front door locked, for which he always kept the key, but the door which lead out from the coat room into the rest of his house locked too, for which he never kept a key, and called upon the street Locksmith to have a key cast for it, which would take a better part of the night as there was and never had been an original from which the key could be copied.
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>>7931702
Only one who got it.
>>7931702
This is too good. There's no way you wrote this.
>>7931746
Kramer's?
>>7931702
I wish i could write like this desu
>>7931906
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>>7932277
2 seconds in Google
https://books.google.com.au/books?id=UaQwe-Xe9tcC&pg=PA21&lpg=PA21&dq=then+for+that+evening+you+have+completely+got+away+from+your+family,+which+fades+into+insubstantiality,+while+you+yourself,+a+firm,+boldly+drawn+black&source=bl&ots=airW3HBjnU&sig=yWdJMvZgJAAOnAZNNblem4jSEFo&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiNhf_Z2ZXMAhUH-2MKHQcFBboQ6AEIHDAA#v=onepage&q=then%20for%20that%20evening%20you%20have%20completely%20got%20away%20from%20your%20family%2C%20which%20fades%20into%20insubstantiality%2C%20while%20you%20yourself%2C%20a%20firm%2C%20boldly%20drawn%20black&f=false
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>>7931668
>couldn't help but...
>"you're in a cage"
was the irony intended?
>>7931632
" je crus que le chien vînt à me rompre la nuque." dit-il, tandis qu'il imaginait la chair arrachée et le flot de sang qui se serait échappé de la plaie béante.
"malheureusement, de nouveau j'appartiens au monde."
>>7932286
Although that's disappointing it's not original, I'll be damned if that's not a powerful piece of prose.
>>7932314
It´s from Kafka btw.
>>7931702
This was, objectively speaking, so well-written that I knew you could not have written it, anon; never read it before in my life. Just goes to show how good Kafka's writing can be at times. This writing is damn good.
>>7933522
no one reads here.
Dearest Max, my last wish: Everything that I leave behind in the way of diaries, manuscripts, letters of my own and from others, drawing, etc. (whether in my bookcase, clothes cupboard, writing desk at home or at the office, or in any other place anything may have gotten and you find it) should be burned, completely and unread, as should everything written or drawn in your possession or in the possession of others whom you should ask, in my name, to do likewise.
>>7933576
:^)
From a story I've been working on:
"Without uttering a sound, the postman shook himself loose of Abe's vice-like grip, juggled to regain the parcel which he had almost dropped in the process, and pointed emphatically at a little door down the hallway; a door that was different than all the other doors Abe had seen in The Institution; a small, wooden door, worn down and visibly out of place amongst the steel and the drywall. Then, spring-legged, on just the tips of his toes, the postman bolted off in the opposite direction, disappearing around the corner. 'Spritely as a morning cockerel!' Thought Abe, assured and satisfied."
For sale: insect shoes, never worn.
No-one had ever tried to enter the tower.
"I'd like to buy a loaf of bread." he muttered loudly. "I don't know what that is." replied the baker
"Please, no meat touching ma'am!"
>>7934802
Think about it
>>7931632
The crepuscular activity on the street outside the apartment window led him to believe that the town population existed, not as a historical continuum, but a haphazard congregation of shadows.
>>7934836
wew lad this sucks.
(self deprecating samefag)
>>7931632
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>>7934806
Have you even read any of Kafka?
>>7933522
It's so awful that one of his most popular shorts doesn't even get recognized by a thread who is trying to imitate him.
Read something besides Der Prozess and Der Verwandlung before posting about Kafka. Especially on a board that's usually dismissive about him because they don't read him.
>>7934818
You're just saying no one has ever tried to enter a tower. Where's the irony? The humour? The surrealism?
It was on the day of his beheading that F. realized what he wanted to do with his life.
>>7934747
Really nice description of a scene, but "The Institution" seems a little too derivative.
"i am a classically tragic dumb ass hwo has the burger king logo imprinted in my brain like a baby bird to its mother," tweeted the man from purgatory, hoping that this one would finally be ironic enough to free him.
>>7934841
Die Verwandlung
I woke up and I was a bug.
>>7934862
I actually feel sad for you.
It wasn't until I reached Office 49 that I realized, that by now the time was 12:72, surely all of the employees had left by now, so, my Standard Request Formulation Procedure HJ-399 in one hand and my umbrella in the other, I returned to the entrance of the Ministry, where the guard was falling asleep in the half-light of the vaulted Predvor.
It was early and coffee seemed like a good solution, in fact coffee appeared ever more clearly as the best solution, I rushed on my coat and opened the door, the worn out air of my appartment block greeting me, I rushed towards the closest shop I could find and asked the half-sleeping salesman "Do you have any coffee", "Sorry", replied the man, "we're the store without soap, the store without coffee is at the other end of the street".
>>7934949
yup
I'd usually put full stops, but OP said 1 sentence, so It ends up kind of weird.
Also it's 6 AM and I havent slept and still need to finish 4 reports due in 2 hours.
"Infowars DOT com", Fritz posted before clicking Google's captcha box to prove he wasn't Google.
>>7932308
Ça fait pas aucun sens, C'est seulement grotesque
"If Ich gelock das Door," Fritz gefetzed, "they'll wunder why Ich gelocked it!"
>>7934966
very kafkaesque time management.
The guy wrote late at night
>>7934991
TOP KEK 10/10
>>7934994
kek
This is fun desu, I like Kafka.Ill try to do more as soon as I figure out the concentration of H3O+ ions in an average glass of pinot blanc
>>7935025
Fritz climbed to the bottom of the thread and wondered if the poster he was responding to, was indeed, Google
>>7931632
if you think that you are first, you are really a zero
Why is kafka good again?
>>7931692
This is fucking perfect.
>>7931702
This is so horrible in English compared to German. If you speak any German whatsoever read the originals.
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.
>>7934937
nice
On the morning after V-E Day; I awoke to find that I had been drafted into the army and would be shipped out to the front lines in only a few weeks.
>>7938726
Fuck slipped in a semicolon by accident there.
