'Tis a mistake to think
one knows where the
road will go.
For there may be
chaos at the crossroads
Engendering an
abrupt turn,
directionless,
to escape.
#hbp112 #2wordprompt
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I looked again, the only true, living person left amongst those who had journeyed at my request to this place, to the chaos of my making in the name of my king.
“Yes, sire. I believe it is.”
7/7
#hbp112 #ollyfic
“Look, see how perfect it is,” he smiled down at me, his joy manifest in the red reflection of his yellowing eyes. “Do you not think so?”
6/7
#hbp112 #ollyfic
The crossroad was laden with the shrieks of those who I’d damned, and the piteous cries of my king’s servants who dragged themselves towards us with forms that they could barely call themselves human.
5/?
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A snake like hand wrapped around my wrist, however, and I was dragged bodily to the edge.
I wanted to scream. Before me lay a massacre, alive with writhing bodies, in the throes of death or the pain of tormented pleasure I could not tell you.
4/?
#hbp112 #ollyfic
“Perhaps you should come closer then, to see what it is your hard work has wrought,” he said and gestured in such a way which told me there was no choice in the matter.
I stepped forward, not wishing to see beyond the crest of the hill on which we stood.
3/?
#hbp112 #ollyfic
He laughed; his gaze fixated on the sight before us. It was a laugh I did not like, hard in places where it should have lilted over the soul, and sharp as glass smashed under the bare feet of a repentant.
2/?
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“When was the last time you saw anything as magnificent at this?”
I eyed him with what I out loud I would have called concern but inwardly knew was something much more akin to fear.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it, sire,” I said.
1/?
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hell
a highway
not taken
my dream
so heavenly
#senryusunday
#scifaiku #fantaiku
#metalku #songku #acdc
#highwaytohell #homage
#robertfrost #roadnottaken
#blueskyrelay #descend
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#tankathursday #dream #utopia
Chaos at the crossroads.
A traveler stood still,
staring at two paths—
one bathed in light,
the other swallowed
by thick, swirling fog.
He stepped forward,
hesitation in his breath,
then vanished,
leaving behind only the
faint ticking of a wristwatch,
echoing in the misty shroud.
#hbp112 #amWriting
The pale lady hovers over the hole. "He keeps digging," she whispers, her voice dry leaves in the wind.
The bloody shadow shrugs, shoulder clicking, sliding into place. "He dug right past my bones."
"Drew my sigil halfheartedly, too." The byroad demon frowns. "This'll ruin my bottom line." #hbp112
The fiddle fell on the ears of the troubled
At the forked fold,
Where choices lead to souls being sold.
And draw the musicians in close,
Their instinct to provoke,
A cacophony of peace for suffering souls.
#hbp112
Infinite paths distill down to two:
Forbear for now and spread with humanity, or
wAX now and Wane as tHEy End
what to do
i cannot decide
Wise choices’re not my nature
WHATtoDO
spin until DIzzy, thEn run toWARd—
#hbp112
#hbp112 #chaosatthecrossroads
There was chaos at the crossroads.
America had made
A sharp right turn
Into obscurity
"What went wrong?"
And
"Whose to blame?"
Were the orders of the day
Right makes Reich! They cried
Our Empire was to launch to thunderous applause
Now all we hear is booing.
Robert Johnson was about to sell his soul to the devil, who smiled with glee.
But before he signed, an evil far worse showed up, making even Satan tremble. It was the record executives and their lawyers.
Just when things looked their worst, Elon Musk appeared in a cloud of sulphur. #hbp112
There was chaos at the crossroads when Jin tried to get to the fight. It was a rematch of Cosmo and Bailey vs Caesar. More flash bangs littered the streets making a bright pop noise. It was confusing for Jin to find out who's an assassin or a civilian due to the crowd charging at him. #hbp112
Chaos ensues due to tariffs from the Orange Goblin of Amerikkka. At crossroads, the planet of Canaduh bans all syrup exports. The tree people of Preglan V show their support:
Although we are not of the same #bloodline as your majestic maples, just know that we are rooting for you.
#Vss365 #hbp112
Everyone who approaches the crossroads is confronted by their belief. You only get to ask one question to determine your eternal existence.
If you believe in nothing, then nothing appears. You just stand there in crowds waiting while others proceed.
How long is this going to take? Forever.
#hbp112
It was Alasard's lucky day. A three-car wreck at the crossroads, caused by people ignoring the rules of the road, left the drivers looking at one another, trying to determine blame. But for a crossroads salesman like himself, it was an all-you-can-eat soul buffet. #hbp112
Aching calls for mercy
Hard to hear
O'er tumult of horses & men
Loaded carts of sorrow
At converged roads
Lost language markings
#Bloodlines hunted
Spiro Rath heard her #plight
Fashioned #doppelgӓngers
Deceive the deceivers
& slip away
To freedom & the sidhe
#hbp112 #vss365 #vssmagic #vssdaily
Tolerance marches down High street; hatred marches down Main.
At the crossroads, chaos.
Different banners and flags,
same weary faces underneath.
Different their enemies,
similar their fear.
Fiery voices raised.
Flames hard to douse.
From tower tops, grinning, puppet masters look on.
#hbp112
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We reached the crossroads. Drawing to a halt at the back of a long queue of impatiently hooting traffic. I said I'd take a walk up to the nexus and see what was holding things up. As I got there, I saw a line of onlookers.
Skiff: We travel and perform across all of Tim, time, and space. We have been in the midst of wars, coups, societal upheaval--
Interviewer: Would you say that you thrive on the chaos?
Skiff: Sure. And seeing fascism overthrown. Also tiny commemorative spoons. Wanna see my collection?
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Interviewer: Can you tell us why the names of your 7th, 16th, 23rd, 34th, and 66th albums are all called 'Chaos at the Crossroads', or some variation of that?
Skiff Tugboat: Well, as proper political pan-galactic peace punks, Peach Schnapps & Schnapps & the Poltergeists have seen some shit.
#hbp112
One slammed into the other while Terry and Gus were midconversation.
They gawked, puzzled at the speed of time, as frame-by-frame the trucks collided in a ballet of destruction.
Only to get t-boned by a sedan.
Terry tried to reverse.
The car behind them was shooting at cops.
Morning traffic.
#hbp112
As he contemplated what to do with her next, he felt furious with himself for this hesitation. Wouldn't that be his ultimate revenge, to get rid of her first? Images of their time together from long ago lingered, causing chaos in his mind as he found himself at this unexpected crossroad.
#hbp112
Two strangers collide in the chaos, dropping their bags. One, a medic, rushes to help the wounded. The other vanishes into the smoke. Hours later, the medic unzips the bag—wires, a timer. Across the street, the bomber opens theirs—bandages, not bombs. The clock is ticking.
#hbp112
Quantum Leap Episode
Sam: Al-where are we!
Al: Ziggy says there’s a 78% chance we are in rural Mississippi in the late 1920s or early 1930s.
Sam: So-no idea who I am
Al: Ziggy is still working on that
Sam: Okay-I’ll just keep walking with this guitar in my hand
Al: I see 100% on that
#hbp112
As the car lurched towards the sitting protestors blocking the junction, Marcus snapped. He leapt up and kicked at the passenger door, his anger riding it high. His foot slammed into the glass, behind which a shocked woman's eyes stared. But the glass resisted. Their lives could go on.
#hbp112 #vss
What happened now? I've been on a road trip. Coming home, making a pitstop, seems like everything has went topsy turvy. Rioting. Like too many people and man they are angry. More than a little frightening. I need to know, but I'm not asking this mob. Who knows? Maybe I will be joining...
#hbp112
