Всем привет👻🎃🍁!

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На крыльце встречает рожа
На чудовище похожа.
Рыжий цвет, огонь в глазах,
Большие прорези в зубах 🎃

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Совунья
Код d92bfe уровень 993

Еще звучали звуки бала
в двенадцать десять по Москве
когда усталый дальнобойщик
столкнулся с тыквой на шоссе
наша тыква громко плачет
уронила в речку мячик
тише Тыковка не плач
не утонет в речке мяч

                Коварный Бо.

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🎃✨🌙🛸
The Pumpkin’s Whisper
On a crisp Halloween 🎃, when the air smelled of fallen leaves 🍂  and candy corn, young Tara wandered into her backyard, a jack-o’-lantern 🎃  knife clutched in her small, determined hand. The full moon 🌝 hung low in the sky like a silver lantern, casting a soft glow over the neighborhood. Pumpkins dotted every porch, their carved grins flickering with candlelight, but Tara’s was special—a plump, lumpy one she’d picked from the patch herself, its rind etched with faint, swirling patterns that looked almost like stars. ✨

She plopped down on the dew-kissed grass, the moon 🌙 her only companion, and began to carve. Not the usual toothy smile, oh no. Tara etched constellations, guided by a dream she’d had the night before: a voice from the stars calling her name, whispering that she was different, chosen. As the knife sliced through the tough orange skin, the pumpkin seemed to hum—a low, vibrating tune that made the crickets pause. Scraps of flesh curled away like comet tails, and inside, the seeds glowed faintly, as if lit from within.

“Stupid gourd,” Tara muttered, wiping sweat from her brow. But she kept going, her heart pounding with that secret thrill. Was she a starseed, ✨like the stories her grandma told? Born from the cosmos , sent to Earth to mend its quiet hurts? It sounded silly under the ordinary moon, but on Halloween, when the veil between worlds  thinned like tissue paper, anything felt possible.

As the last curl of rind fell away, a shadow rippled across the yard—not from clouds, but from above. Tara’s breath caught. High in the velvet sky, a UFO 🛸 shimmered into view, silent as a soap bubble , its edges pulsing with the same starry swirls she’d carved into her pumpkin. It wasn’t the clunky saucer 🛸 from movies; this was elegant, a disc of liquid light, hovering just beyond the maple tree.

The pumpkin pulsed brighter now, syncing with the craft’s glow. A warm beam, like sunlight through stained glass, spilled down, enveloping Tara and her creation. She didn’t scream or run—Halloween had taught her that the best scares were the ones that turned into surprises. Instead, she stood, chin lifted, and whispered, “I’m ready.”
From the UFO, a figure emerged—not a green monster with antennae, but a being of soft luminescence, eyes like distant galaxies. “Starseed,” it said, voice like wind chimes in her mind. “Your light called us home. The pumpkin is your beacon—a seed from our world, planted long ago.”

Tara glanced at her jack-o’-lantern, now beaming like a tiny sun. The being knelt, touching the fruit gently, and it split open—not with a crack, but a sigh. Inside, instead of seeds, swirled a map of stars, pointing to hidden wonders: lost fireflies that danced in code, rivers that sang lullabies to the moon. 🌕

“You’re not alone,” the being continued. “On this night, we remind you: Earth 🌍 is your garden, but the stars ✨ are your roots. Plant more pumpkins, little one. Let them whisper to others like you.”

The UFO 🛸 hummed farewell, ascending with a trail of sparkles ✨ that rained down like cosmic confetti. Tara watched it vanish into the moon’s embrace, her cheeks flushed with magic. She lit the candle 🕯 inside her pumpkin, and its face—now a constellation 🌌 grin—winked at her.
As trick-or-treaters’ laughter echoed from the street, Tara carried her glowing friend 🎃 to the porch. That Halloween, her door wasn’t just for candy 🍬; it was a portal. 💫  And every child who paused, mesmerized by the light, felt a tug—a whisper that maybe, just maybe, they too were starseeds, waiting for their pumpkin to call the stars down for a visit.
💫✨🛸
In the end, the scariest thing wasn’t the unknown. It was realizing how wonderfully known we all are, under the watchful moon. 🌕💫🥰🎃✨🛸

Отредактировано Tara 031cde (2025-11-01 01:03:34)

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