UniversalMonk
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They're not really old enough for this content, and they're actually too young to be on Lemmy. But once they reach college, they can definitely check it out if they want to. Thank you! :)
Of course they are laughing it up! They are laughing about all the money they are stealing from everyone. So much money that they'll never have to answer for all the BS they cause!
Fair points!
So are you implying that I am somehow influencing public and Lemmy opinion or that the article is?
I don't wanna assume you mean me, but since I've been cried about for being a troll so much lately, I never know when to respond or not. lol
Whispers from the Elder’s Garden
(A Micro Macabre Chronicle is a bizarre, unsettling tale, crafted in exactly 200 words. Written by @UniversalMonk)
The Abernathy estate loomed at the edge of town, overgrown with wild, unnatural flora.
Whispers claimed that long ago, a sect known as the Dark Mormons had twisted the land with forbidden rituals, making the garden a place where strange things thrived. The townsfolk avoided it, but curiosity clawed at me.
One evening, against my better judgment, I ventured closer, peering through the rusted iron gate.
The garden was alive, its plants twisted in grotesque forms, black petals sickly glistening under the pale moonlight. A thick, unnatural mist clung to the ground, swirling around the plants.
As I watched in horrified fascination, one of the vines twitched, seeming to pulse with life.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the mist—cloaked in shadows, silent, yet undeniably beckoning me forward. I fled, heart racing, desperate to escape. But the next morning, a note was waiting on my doorstep: ”Return tonight.”
Against sense, I returned. The gate creaked an eerie welcome. The plants seemed to whisper, their movements hypnotic. Too late, I realized I’d walked into a trap. The garden claimed me, consumed me.
Now, I wander the estate, a shadow among shadows, doomed to forever beckon the next soul who dares visit.
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