#vsscrossroads — Public Fediverse posts
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When the body he had strung together from fresh corpses came to life, he felt like he was God, making the universal laws #abide by his will.
Her embrace to thank her creator was tight. ... A little too tight...
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It was too late for #regret. He was stuck, here, now, in hell, bound for another lifetime. When he turned away from the eternal light, he thought he'd build heaven on Earth with her. But upon coming back, he found her body void of life, after her heart broke.
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#Sightless, she stumbled through the dark. When heavy breathing became audible, she stopped in fear. His arms wrapped around her. The familiar touch of her lover felt calming.
She couldn't see his fangs grow when his lips touched her neck.
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He looked at the #rutted road ahead and wondered, how many generations had walked it before. It was built by the Romans, but there might already have been a Celtic path.
He didn't know he was about to find out when he stepped over the secret threshold, unawares.
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It was the third time they were called to the old villa, this week. Another holiday guest was found dead. Again, all that remained was a bare-bones skeleton.
The constable looked around, puzzled. Then, he heard a tiny "PLOP!" Bugs were coming out of the #socket...
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When ever she went out, her feet burnt, and felt leaden. She almost came to a stand. Until she entered the park. Then everything became normal. She didn't know about its history. Otherwise, she would have known she only hurt when walking on #unconsecreted ground.
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He was spread beneath her, hands cuffed to the wall, feet bound to the bed, eyes widened in arousal. A moan slipped from his lips, as she slowed down.
It was not about pleasing him, it was a #dilemma. They were hard to come by, and once she came, he'd be .. gone.
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When she got up, weary from unsettling dreams, she saw a bright sun shining through the window, as if it was to #juxtapose the eerie feeling in her guts. She hadn't slept right in weeks. Her energy drained away.
It all had started with this mysterious drone.
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On her walk through the woods, she heard crows crowding up. Lots of them. Her ears told her, she was getting closer. She saw black shadows circle over a small spot in the undergrowth. Something must be in the #duff. She did not dare go looking.
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On her walk through the woods, she heard crows crowding up. Lots of them. Her ears told her, she was getting closer. She saw black shadows circle over a small spot in the undergrowth. Something must be in the #duff. She did not dare go looking.
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Time to assess their powers. She called a meeting and led everybody into the wind tunnel. Her favourite way to separate the grain from the chaff. Leaving the candidates slightly confused, she left to hit the button. Some #winnow|ed. Others were more creative.
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Time to assess their powers. She called a meeting and led everybody into the wind tunnel. Her favourite way to separate the grain from the chaff. Leaving the candidates slightly confused, she left to hit the button. Some #winnow|ed. Others were more creative.
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Time to assess their powers. She called a meeting and led everybody into the wind tunnel. Her favourite way to separate the grain from the chaff. Leaving the candidates slightly confused, she left to hit the button. Some #winnow|ed. Others were more creative.
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Time to assess their powers. She called a meeting and led everybody into the wind tunnel. Her favourite way to separate the grain from the chaff. Leaving the candidates slightly confused, she left to hit the button. Some #winnow|ed. Others were more creative.
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Time to assess their powers. She called a meeting and led everybody into the wind tunnel. Her favourite way to separate the grain from the chaff. Leaving the candidates slightly confused, she left to hit the button. Some #winnow|ed. Others were more creative.
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She stared down at the #canal, and wondered what this old waterway must have seen. Darkness fell, and mist rose, when her view blurred. Something stirred beneath the surface.
White, decaying hands stretched out of the water, reaching for her...
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Every time she walked down that certain #avenue, in the capital, she thought of all the history to be remembered in this place, and all the future to become. Here, she could feel the spirits of the past.
Most of them were angry.
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#Forfeit game?
The question popped up over, and over, again. But this could not be!
He backed up his last steps and tried a different way.
Forfeit game?
No! Nonononono!
He could not forfeit. His life was intertwined with this virtual reality.
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Mist rises from the #cattail, wrapping the sinking sun into a shroud before its time has come. The sky turns red as blood, as the reeds seem to impale our flaming star.
The chill reaches my bones, before darkness falls.
Something is coming. -
Mist rises from the #cattail, wrapping the sinking sun into a shroud before its time has come. The sky turns red as blood, as the reeds seem to impale our flaming star.
The chill reaches my bones, before darkness falls.
Something is coming. -
Mist rises from the #cattail, wrapping the sinking sun into a shroud before its time has come. The sky turns red as blood, as the reeds seem to impale our flaming star.
The chill reaches my bones, before darkness falls.
Something is coming. -
Mist rises from the #cattail, wrapping the sinking sun into a shroud before its time has come. The sky turns red as blood, as the reeds seem to impale our flaming star.
The chill reaches my bones, before darkness falls.
Something is coming. -
Mist rises from the #cattail, wrapping the sinking sun into a shroud before its time has come. The sky turns red as blood, as the reeds seem to impale our flaming star.
The chill reaches my bones, before darkness falls.
Something is coming. -
Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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Every night, he strayed through a #derelict building. He knew the eldritch place well, its foul odour, and the eerie sounds. But only from his dreams.
Each morning he was relieved, when he awoke in his cosy bed. Until, one day, he didn't.
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The old Roma urged him to wear the amulet she handed him, but he shook her off. This #impious stance towards her protection spell would cost him dearly. The devil was craving love, and had set an eye on his soul.
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He carefully placed the #potsherd they had found in the ancient Mayan village on the shelf in the basement of the museum. If he could only make sense of the inscription fragment.
If only. Then the hellish events that followed could have been prevented.
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They had hallowed the standing stones throughout various ceremonies over the millennia. People came together in peace, celebrating the annual feasts, oblivious to the fact that it all once started with blood. Not knowing, blood will be required, again.
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Every time she stands on that little hill in the park, her #pendulum goes wild. She wonders why?
Meanwhile, deep beneath the ground, the demon's pendulum goes wild, every time she stands on that little hill in the park. It wonders why?
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Deep inside the woods is an abandoned village. Every once in a while, hikers stray there to find fascinating things, like the sundial whose shadow goes #widdershins.
Only, nobody ever returns to tell the tale.
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Deep inside the woods is an abandoned village. Every once in a while, hikers stray there to find fascinating things, like the sundial whose shadow goes #widdershins.
Only, nobody ever returns to tell the tale.
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Deep inside the woods is an abandoned village. Every once in a while, hikers stray there to find fascinating things, like the sundial whose shadow goes #widdershins.
Only, nobody ever returns to tell the tale.
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Deep inside the woods is an abandoned village. Every once in a while, hikers stray there to find fascinating things, like the sundial whose shadow goes #widdershins.
Only, nobody ever returns to tell the tale.
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Deep inside the woods is an abandoned village. Every once in a while, hikers stray there to find fascinating things, like the sundial whose shadow goes #widdershins.
Only, nobody ever returns to tell the tale.
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The #loam began to crumble off the thick walls of the 400-year-old timber-frame house. It was beautiful, but had lacked maintenance for at least the past 100 years. Straw peeked out of the fading, ancient soil. And what was that? It looked like a tiny human skull...
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As they meandered through town, hand in hand, fingers interlaced, most people cried out in horror, and ran for shelter. Only a few stood, and stared, trying to find out what kind of magic this was. It's not every day that you see two skeletons walk by.
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I knew we should not have taken the #highway. Yes, the other route would have led through the mountains and taken longer, but I knew the highway would be a bad choice. A gloom lies over this stretch. Something is chasing us. No exits. And the road does not end.
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The #stray cat came to her door, every day. It meowed until she'd let it in, to then walk into the bedroom, and wait.
She knew who'd lived here, before. They never owned any pets.
One day, she walked in to look after the cat. But it was gone, and never seen, again.
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We followed the #footpath less travelled into a little forest. When the mist rose, we noticed it but did not think anything by it. It seemed completely natural to us, how it seemed to illuminate the ever narrowing path, and guide us deeper into the otherworld.
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There is a well-travelled path in the woods. Many people are hiking on it, but only few pay attention to the old #signpost. It is weathered, overgrown, and the letters on it are strange, cryptic.
They should have paid attention, for now they pay with their souls.
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One night, each year, the three #crossroads of the sleeping village come to life. Dead fingers scratch from below, dig their way to the surface. Almost there, the church bells ring, by themselves, and sleepy villagers curse over the noise, unknowing.