Monsters.
Creating
monsters.
Incrementally.
Little by
little.
Generation
to the
next.
Subtle
changes.
Imperceptibly
moving
forward.
Building
one
on the
next.
Minds
twitched,
then
twitched
again,
then
a bit
more.
Cloud
renderings.
Nearly
unnoticed.
Folding
here.
Kneading
there.
Spinning
yarns
within.
Shaping
narratives
of
obedience.
Mind
spells.
Civilization
bent.
Such
are how
monsters
arrive.
Eager
little
monsters.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 8th, 2022 06:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Those monsters are the result of parents not showing them the proper way to live.
Andy
Unfortunately true Andy.
Thank you for reading.
JP
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