/lit/ - Literature

>>21825384
Happened to me when I was 5.
The experience traumatized me to such an extent that I'm still dealing with it's consequences 23 years later, unironically.
I wish the best for the lil guy, at least I wasn't recorded...

I'm having too much fun with this

Sure, here is a sample paragraph from an Elric of Melnibone book:

"Elric stood in the kitchen of his ancestral castle, preparing his morning coffee. He had always been a connoisseur of the finer things in life, and coffee was no exception. He carefully measured out the beans, grinding them to the perfect consistency. As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, Elric couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him. It was moments like these, when he was able to forget about the weight of his responsibilities and simply enjoy the present, that he treasured most.

He poured the coffee into his favorite mug, admiring the way the steam curled upwards. Taking a sip, he closed his eyes in appreciation. It was just the way he liked it - strong, rich, and full of flavor. With a contented sigh, Elric sat down at the table to savor his morning ritual."