One sentence a post. “Primrose was dilating again, as her doctor told her to.”
>>25121139>“Primrose was dilating again, as her doctor told her to.”He did it with an IED inside a Meta's Data center for some reason.
She knew the ICE grunts were breathing down her neck, following her every footstep.
It reminded xer of xis childhood love life (oh, how xhe missed xis father).
High above, orbiting the planet, a weapons bay glided open on the SS Extraborea and dropped a hypersonic metal rod on Primose's head; nobody in Africa survived.
O_O more pics of primrose pls
"VGH", sez Jorge, a white Argentinian man, watching the news, "if only they would drop those on Israel too".
He was “white” only by self-definition, however, was his sole friend, a fellow Mexican online right-winger, never acknowledged him as such.
A screaming comes across the sky.
It's the Israeli Air Force! They've come to bomb Primrose.
“not on my watch,” said omegachad.
“N-Nani?? T-they have dragons!”, muttered Primrose inbetween dilating, in awe at the size of the majestic creatures.
"At last!" shouts a certain Austrian painter in an Argentinian retirement home "the Air Force has finally shown itself! Hans, prepare the Vergeltungswaffen!"
Now, let me tell y'all somethin' 'bout Primrose; he was weird, sick little faggot with all manner of philias, and boy howdy did he know it, too, but in the end, it was autoerotic asphyxiation that caught up with ol' Primrose in the bathroom of a truck stop some 30 miles outside of Tulsa.
A-and, oh jeepers, it was good ol' Tyrone who gone done found him; not a good look for him, no sir, he was sure They had measured the strength of his erection, embarrassingly rocketing up, when he found poor Primrose.
Fox Mulder had negotiated the sub-saharan hinterlands with care - for he had read Crichton's "Congo" on the plane ride over - but now a mysterious dark goo painted the jungle floor before him, and at such a slick he dove into his trademark slav-squat, where, without hesitation, broad necktie mingling with the thick emerald undergrowth, he took a finger sample and rolled it around his mouth like a toilet brush after a whole weekend of eating nothing but canned ravioli.
And but so Primrose sucked and Primrose fucked.
"Egad! This jawn is human paste," thought the foxy Mulder exclamatorily below the interlacing lines of contrails left by the Israeli jets, themselves beneath a vermiform vermilion string in the sky that he had no idea was the Extraborean mothership; Primrose queefed bravely on xer greasy dilating rod while gawking gapingly at the dragons, thinking of all the dragon porn xhe had consumed ravenously, while in Buenos Aires, Jorge carefully received a call from his boss at the armed escort contracting company stating plainly that they had a very special customer.
These sentences are getting way too long, thought Primrose, dilating so hard she broke the fourth wall.
"Missus, missus, 1 billion euros for your dilator," Marti Lassa Hivanen pleaded and licked his viscid piscine pale lips with his cadaverous mauve tongue.
>>25121139"No! I've transformed into an anthropomorphic skunk!" Kenshiro yelled as he smashed his fist (paw) into the bathroom mirror.
This pondering (that of the convoluted sentences) as a corollary, gave poor Primrose a feeling of great despair and hopelessness. As not only was xe a misbegotten creature other rotten creatures of xer kind refer to as “transgender”, but xe was also, fictional. Very soon, without some sort of tether, xe would… well, dear reader, I’m sure you can extrapolate.
Stephen Dodson-Truck, emerging like a reverse Icarus from the septic tank in which he dived for fragrances, was contacted telepathically by his whorish wife Nora; upon learning of the convoluted confabulations of fortune, he promptly added one more tome to his list of World's Twelve Worst Books: "My Dilation" (Primrosic).
At the dizzying edge of the weapons platform of the SS Extraborea, Space Kommandant Heinrich Stahlkampf watched with sadistic delight as the first ever deployment of his spaceship's Wunderwaffen sledgehammered the ripe mango of Africa, and he smirked as if an invisible fish hook was hitching up one side of his mouth, then mused; the beyond top secret V12 Weapons Program had proven to be an overwhelming success, and it would be his honour to inform the Space Führer in person.
imagine my surprise when I learned the fürher was BLACK?!?!?!
Black in the literary sense, i.e. cruel, malign.
Figuratively and literally.
Primrose could not contain her shock at her idols sheer BLACKness, she screeched loudly - trans as she may be, she was still deeply racist.
Looks like the boring porn addicts have ruined another one of these threads so that's it from me
>>25121563... thought Primrose as she was recovering from the shock, intent on defeating the Führer.
>>25121563you're supposed to put one post (per user) and not feel the game with multiple posts from you
>>25121166Yeah preferably nude so I can jork my penis
/lit/ is so unfunny
, that faggot said
>>25121563... what did you expect, considering the op?
Primrose keeps shrieking, and one might expect her diagram to retracts, but quite fantastically, the opposite occurred. As she bellowed louder and louder and louder, she expanded fatter and fatter and fatter. Her big bouncing belly bobbed back and forth and her siren screams scrambled all intelligence around her, both natural and artificial. Computers and man went brain dead. All the while the girthy gut of our girl grew greater and greater. “Ooooh fuuuuck my belly is so fucking biiiiiig,” she shouted calmly.
The belly deflated as she birthed a baby through her (male) axe wound.
The fragmentation of her memory had its benefits, for in linking each fragment together irrespective of their chronological relationship relative to one another, she was able to build, link by link by link, a chain-mandala of lived experience, free association of one sensory stimulus to another, living without context as only a fat spider in an ever growing web.
Suddenly, a black man named JAImal (a.k.a Pavement Pete), half aritifical intelligence and half negro, swung using his ape hands down to Primrose's prostrate (prostate) form, sticking a gun in "her" rotpocket and bellowing "AYO FINNA BIX NOOD GIB ME DAT FINNA DINDU NUFFIN AY FUCK MANG!"
Primrose stared at the negro in awe, for it was the most intelligent thing she ever heard--she, who held a PhD in post-structuralist philosophy.
Her "pussy" oozed thick yellow arousal, streaked crimson red, and her clitoris snapped and fell.
>Primrose, PHD, a nonbinary transgender women has to fight Space Hitler, who has just declared a REAL world war, by destroying Africa from orbit. You guys are supposed to be writing a BAD book.
And but so, she, or he, or them, recalled her fathers paid karate lessons, when she, or he or them, was a middle school kid in a small town in kansas, and she, or he, or them recalled vividly this particular striking chop that they thought was particularly compelling on its efficacy against watermelons, and thus, then, she, or he, or them, proceeded to attack the negro assailant with the brute force that only a make skeleton, and male muscles, can provide, with such precision that the negros skull shattered and started falling apart, not unlike what happened to the hundred watermelons she, or he, or them, practiced on, difference being, in this case the negros skin held the mishap together from becoming a really graphic mess. Just when she, or he, or them, was contemplating the fruits of their brute strenght, a sudden silhouette in the corner of their eye barked at them "hands up, police"
Primrose wondered what /lit/tards would make of all this, being a /lit/tard in her younger, male days.
Back in the old days, when there was a penis between her legs instead of an aching itching hole - a short penis, but a lively, always going boing boing, never staying at rest for too long - Primrose could read the Phenomenology of the Spirit in on evening after high school, master Sanskrit during summer, and win academic debates about the transcendental nature of maths and the deep unity of science and religion using pragmatism, analytical philosophy, Buddhist postmodernism, and quantum Kashmiri Shaiva Vedanta; but now, with her penis gone and her balls in a jar on her shelf, with an adipose enriched chest and negroid glutes, with hair long and curled and smelling of bath salts, floral, and with heart shaped earrings and a nose ring, she couldn't read anything more complex than Onyx Storm and ponder anything heavier than what shade of panties to wear.
And what pretty panties they were, even prettier with the smear of shit and pus and blood from her holes which had started morphing together into one ooze, an ooze which had clogged and cemented up the barrel of JA.I.mal's gun the second he stuck it in her walls, her guts; the gun was fused to her body now, just like in Videdrome directed by David Cronenberg and starring James Woods.
>The Worst Novel Ever Written>a blackout poem made from the posts in this threadhttps://vocaroo.com/1n4EzEPS8TZVPrimrose told herhe did it,knew the grunts, her neck, her every footstep,her childhood love above a bay, a hypersonic metal rod, and nobody survived,O, if they wouldever acknowledge him, screamingthe force, they watchin aweat last, finally shown itself, prepare theweird, sick little philias,autoerotic truck stops 30 miles outside of Tulsafound him a good look,rocketing up, poor Primrosenegotiated with care, the plane ride overmysterious floor before squat hesitationthe emerald undergrowth, his mouth,a whole weekend, eating nothing butbutiterlacing lines of contrails, the jets themselves---that idea was the mothership---bravely gawking,while carefully armed, contracting plainlyspecial sentences so hard she broke"missus, missus," pleaded, licked, piscine pale lipsno mirrorthis pondering of convoluted corollarypoor Primose of great despairmisbegotten, rotten, fictional,soon without tetherwell, you can extrapolate:septic fortune,one more tome of Worst Booksan invisible fish hookthe secret overwhelming success, his honourthe person I learned was,in a sense, a figurative idol,blacknessthe addictsrecovering from shock, intentto not feel nudeso, that saidwhat did you expect?shrieking, her diagram to retract, fantasticopposite, louder, louder, louder, bouncing backscrambled intelligence, brain deadgrew greater, greater, shouted calmlydeflatedfragmentation, together chronological, to build,link, link, link, experience, stimulus, without context,as a fat spider in an ever-growing webhalf, half-swung, prostrate and bellowing, fuckin awe, arousal, and felldestroying from orbita BAD bookstriking the assailant, a skeleton, the skin, a messwondered what would make thisbeing young, days back, old days, itchinglively, never staying at rest too long,Primrose could read the spirit after high school,in bath salts and heart-shaped earringsanything heavier than the barrel of a gun,her guts,her body,just like a star
Primrose opened her eyes, a ceiling she couldnt recognize. Ugly, moldy ceiling. She sleeped, and dreamt. She recalls sitting at a racecar competition, like those small car circuits, comedy ones. This amused her. And she was there, the public looked like cardboard cut ups. She couldnt remember clearly if the dream was in color, or black and white -probably both- and this upsetted her. And in the dream there was a collision and one of the drivers was ejected from his car and Primrose recalls making eye contact with him as he was flying up the air, in a frozen time moment, and the man seemed so calm, and he was saying words. She recalls they seemed like a poem, but couldnt remember much at that point. The amusement passed and her body began hurting like hell.
She (he) couldn't recognize the ceiling because she had lost the fourth wall to her frequent simian rages; instead of having a room Primrose (Ethan) had a space that featured a street on one side, the neighbour's lawn on the second, her (his) rat infested kitchen on the third, and her dilapidated shit stained corridor on the fourth.
Rat 1: Yo nigga, you thing this fruit regrets it?Rat 2: Regret whatOld rat: Dont talk about people behind their backs..Rat 1: You know what. Cutting it.Rat 2: Oh that lol. I dont know man. You care?Rat 1: We live with him. Ive seen some shit man, and this one takes the cake.Old rat: Dont talk about people-Rat 1: Shut up Old fuckRat 2: You shut up, have some respectRat 3: Guys, I smell blood. Brb.
Using semicolons is cheating; thought Primrose; as her dilator broke.
>>25123136I did Space Hitler and stopped contributing so now it's just boring and epic le niggers/le troon stuff.Sometimes in these threads you get the feeling you are exchanging these absurd narrative flashes with some actual talented people, people that might be shitposting to blow off steam between their own projects, but yeah in this thread it's now just ugly talentless chuds/porn addicts.
>>25121139Are her ears stretched out? Fucking garbage.
The End.
Or so we thought
ENTER
>>25124403you contributed epic chungus reddit shit, be safe edgy somewhere else, fuckface.
>>25124740Primrose tears off his wig and screams >CHUDS !!!!!!!!!His sputum hits the floor with an audible “splat”.
>>25124740Yeah, sorry I couldn't make it all the way to dangerously edgy in a thread where the 50 other "story" fragments consist of nothing more than just how crispy an imaginary tranny's vagina is. Those were all thrilling.
'phew' said primrose 'finally time to advance to the next dilator size'
"I am a le heckin GENIUS," Primrose thought, "and everyone else is a CHUD. I HATE having FUN and I am a FAGGOT." Just as she thought this, a baby homunculus popped out of her, welp, hyuck hyuck, you guessed it, tranny vagina.
The narrator then noted that the newly born clump of cells had undergone gender reassignment in the womb, and once the amniotic oil had been sopped away xer vagina lips turned crispy like coming back from a holiday to see a desiccated moth attached to one of your lampshades; then this baby gave birth to another trans baby, and the 4channers reading this erupted with applause, howling with wonder at the inception levels of trannyhood they just witnessed.
the rats need to be protagonists, for at least a chapter
Rat 1: Have you wondered where are younguns disappear to? Rat 2: I heard it's the aliens.Old Rat: That's bullshit. They just grow up and move like normal rats. You're too busy buggering each other to notice.Old Rat with tinfoil hat: The demon without his wee wee kills them and stuffs them in his hole.Old Rat: That's bullshit.Old Rat with tinfoil hat: I've seen, with my own eyes, Rodenta's baby stiffed in that abominable hole. Squeaking. Tail hanging between the fat hairy legs of that. That. Monster. Old Rat: Fuck off, schizo. Next thing you say he outs his fingers there and then eats the dark red, almost black globes, that he finds in his fake hole. Schizo rat: But he does. He does! What does he eat when he's unemployed? Wake up.Primrose, dragging a chain of babies attached to each other by a placental cord from beneath her skirt striped light blue and pink, cleaning the long nailed fingers of her right hand with her tongue from something globular and red, enters the scene.
"how crispy is that tranny labia" asked dave, who saw the crispy vaginal lips fromnthe other side of the room and the room he was in was where they liked to make pies for dinner just like in yhe olden days and the pies were delicis and crispy like tranny lips bloody old tranny cunt dirty blood scabby tranny troon axe wound cunt pussy bussy balls pussy boy pussy scabby black with clots and pus and leaking discharge dilate pussy bissy scabs infection red raw piss shit cum scabs tranny troon infection cut off penis
A d phil sat on yhe steps in the kitchen out the back of the steakhouse and watched piss bum mcfloor cunt ass nuts trsnny axe wound bloody scabs mcdonalds scabs black wounded vagina surgical penis hormones ass bussy pussy boy with vagina wet blood boy sloshing in underpanties cunt chopped cock removed penis removal gooch gooch gooch ass removed penis blood pus gangrene
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C R I S P YRISPYBUSSY
conceptualize the smell
Worst thread on /lit/ right now.
"If I take of that mask, will you die?" asked CIA."It would be extremely painful-""You're a big guy!""-for you," Bane finished.
dilating tranny pussy bussy crispy man vagina surgery removed balls no balls cut off removed balls man into woman woman who was man tranny troon bussy pussy pus discharge black scabby patch where cockused to be transgender dilating le trans le dilating le dilator le crispy vagina pronouns le epic tranny
shit my bussy pants
"Oh my GOD," Primrose ejaculated, "my pussy is so STINKY! UH OH SO STINKY WINKY!! I hope a Reddit faggot doesn't see my crispy bussy or he will get upset!"
THE BRAZEN, DEADLY GANGSTER POLICE AND NIGER PUPPET UNDERLINGS SPRAY ME WITH POISON NERVE GAS from AUTOMOBILE EXHAUSTS AND EVEN LAWN MOWERS, DEADLY ASSAULTS. EVEN IN MY YARD, WITH KNIVES, EVEN BRICKS and STONES, EVEN DEADLY TOUCH TABIN, or ELECTRIC SHOCK “FLASH LITE” EVEN REMOTE ELECTRONICALLY CONTROLLED AROUND CORNERS TRAJECTION of DEADLY TOUCH TARANTULA SPIDERS, or EVEN BLOODY MURDER “ACCIDENTS” TO SHUT ME UP FOREVER WITH A “SNEAK UNDETECTABLE EXTERMINATION”, EVEN WITH TRAINED PARROTING PUPPET ASSASSINS, IN MAXIMUM SECURITY INSANITY PRISON FOR WRITING THESE UNFORGIVABLE, TRUTHFUL LETTERS.
Primrose saw a food truck run by Mexicans and abruptly, nay instantly, became Fascist.
Such is the life in Atlanta.-The end.
Primrose rose from the rosebush she had primly pruned, then preened her rosy rows of hollyhocks. And once Primrose had made inroads to priming her weather-prone garden, the rose arose in her cheeks again, so she proposed to herself: it is time to write prose.
Shaved balls fell out of panties at the bus stop for grandads
Rosebud.
Running over the cold moors in a dress the wind stinging my crispy bussy broad shoulders balding hair bussy locks running wild bogland creature disguise myself hide bog withdrawal sacrifice to bog lower myself russet undergrowth break down
I just wanna Prim mah RoseTrim mah bush Stretch mah puss
To do: AI generate entire arc about the heroic rats, which fiercely decide to retrieve the bodies of their diseased ones, to give them Catholic sepulture, from the claws of The Monster, but the Monster is so implaccable, and just straight evil, but their resolve is far greater than the harm the Monster is capable to inflict, also rats reproduce in a scale thats unachievable for humans, specially neutered ones, which was a common joke in the elite circle of tactical rats, and but then, several rat lives were lost, and perished in gruesome ways, but rats know life is like that, however and still, the deceased ones were recaptured, also de bodies of the newly deceased, and they were all given proper bury ritual, since rats are smart animals, that actually have a notion of the spiritual and ultraterrenal, unlike the Monster.
Primrose wept.
>>25121563kekliterally mindbroken by BBC
>>25121139>We write the worst novel ever written Already been done. It's called Hogg.
>>25121563>faggot applied ACK before the thread turned into kinoMany such cases!
>>25125406wheres the kino?
"Yer dong either goes boing boing for my crispy bussy or yer a nazi!" Primrose yelled calmly at the young boy.
"Oh no, my stupid TDS-having-ass has been blown out once again," said OP.
>>25121139The first sentence isnt a clunky run on, so this novel is already off to a better start than many bad books. I took a look at the first page of American Psycho recently and the first sentence was particularly heinous. Let's see how a truly bad author would write this: >Primrose was dilating again, her vagina wide and cavernous like a supermassive black hole, the event horizon of which threatened to swallow entire spiral galaxies of cum, the stitches from xer surgery and curly pubic hair itching the newly crafted neo-vulva, and the dilator, a second hand dragon dildo picked up from goodwill pressed against what should have been cervix, but rather just seemed to cram blood and intestines somewhere that definitely was not reproductive, but it was what doctor Fleishstein recommended.
The guy was bad at writing badly and his bad writing flowed too easily and drew the reader in and made him want to read more about doctor Fleishstein the presumably jewish doctor that which whom had crafted Primroses crispy stinky artifical hole for dilating that was ugly and full of ugly stuff like blood and hair and was like a space hole like on a fat black space in outer space (niggers).
>>25121139>“Primrose was dilating again, as her doctor told her to.”I've got you a better one "Mr and Mss (forgot their last name) live in (don't know their adress) and are a very normal family... thank you very much."
Traffic lights kid school uniform lift skirt confront ask display crispy bussy run chase follow bussy chainlink chemist crisping petroleum jelly adapt
>>25125690Well, ol' Primrose's nectrotic gorehole was beginning to smell mighty fresh on account of he's been canonically dead for 80 posts now, and the stench was starting to attract various scavengers; vultures circled overhead and stray dogs came from miles around, and for the first time and last time, Primrose got eaten out.
Sing to us of the anger of Primrose.
Sit pain cactus drain life
ENTERRose-Prime, Primrose's ruthless inverse twin sister (who carries a biocunt in her body)
Rose-Prime wasn't mentally ill and lived a happy fulfilling life with her loving husband.Meanwhile, Primrose was theatening to kill xerself so that xhe could get another two months off of work from the call centre.
>>25121139You just know those shoes smell heavenly.
>>25125879Sickfuck.
Rose-prime hand's shook as she steered into the neigbhourhood where Primrose, her twin brother, turned twin sister, lived; for the new boyfriend, a tall muscular young multibilliobaire who treated her like a girlfriend but whom she wanted to turn into a husband, had an unhealthy obsession with her pedal scent; and here was the problem: her brother, twin sister, had stolen Rose prime's dirtiest, most pungent socks, underwear, shoes.
Primrose had mentally changed gender twelve times this morning, and ?he? hadn't even had ?he? coffee yet!
Primrose rang the call centre to inform them she might be killing herself again this week."Hello, is that Abdul?""Yes sir how can I help?""Umm, actually, it's Primrose," xhe said, trying a little harder to cover her vocal fry. Abdul caught an exasperated sigh before it hatched but the split second it took confirmed once again to Primrose that everyone considered xer an annoying burden; the last time xhe was misgendered by a customer she stormed out the office and wasn't seen for a month."Sorry, Primrose. What's the reason for your call today?"Primrose didn't like the faint sound of apprehension in his voice, and subsequently fought back tears."I'm... I'm struggling with my mental health again," and a wide grin flew across Abdul's face and disappeared just as quick. He still had to wrangle through the rest of the call."Yep... yep... sorry to hear that. You take yeah? Bye."Abdul stood up and announced to the room that Primrose would be taking two weeks off and was even considering taking her life. Everyone smiled and cheered.
"Capitalism did this" Primrose thought to herself and Abdul agreed, they both understood that queering white male dominated spaces was the only way to stop capitalism from raping trans women of color and islamophobia can not be pinkwashed.
>"Monumental", "Iconic", "A future classic", "A triumph of the will", "Travestism like you NEVER seen it before" - NY Post
>>25121139>We write the worst novel ever writtenIt's been done.
