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roadtohellinferno · 25 days

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The Road to Hell @roadtohellinferno

The Road to Hell: Reflections in Verse on Dante’s Inferno Check us out! Amazon Instagram YouTube FaceBook

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antipodeanwriter · 1 year

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Road to Hell The road to Hell is paved with: good intentions? Evil thoughts? Misdeeds? Satanic temptation? Find out in “The Road to Hell”: a celebration and reflection upon Dante’s “Inferno”, the first part of the “Divine Comedy”. Another original poetry collection by Antipodean Writer now available on Amazon @ https://amazon.com/author/antipodeanwriter. Join the conversation @ https://www.facebook.com/roadtohellinferno Visit the site @ https://roadtohellinferno.wordpress.com #AntipodeanWriter #TheRoadtoHell #Inferno #DanteAlighieri #Dante #Poetry #DivineComedy #poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #writer #poems #writing #wordporn #poetryisnotdead #writerscommunity #wordgasm #words #author #god #jesus #bible #gospel #christian #jesuschrist #poetsociety #poetrylovers #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CnffKrfh6-B/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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jaydrlove · 1 year

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New first 4 pages (one long page) of The Road To Hell webcomic up now! Read here:

(any and all love is so appreciated 💚)

#theroadtohel #jaydrlove #webcomic #webtoon #art #artist #webtoon comic #webtoon character #comic #comics #original comic #oc #saga kara #my comic

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enchantedtm · 1 year

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𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 : due to failure to post in character within forty eight hours , mun request, or inactivity for over seven days, the following have been reopened .

@lachyrmoses : jessica chastain + maleficent

@theroadtohells : mena massoud + dionysus

@whostheerisofthemall : megan fox + eris

@soundsliketeenspirit : tsunematsu yuri + lin

@sweetestdreamsaremadeofthese : ellie bamber + the princess ( and the. pea )

@stxrmflys : milly alcock + astrid

@carelesscosimos : daniela nieves + belle

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : the following have 24 hours to post in character or contact the main . failure to do so will result in an unfollow .

@fatesfound

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thelittlefoxesknits · 2 years

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🌹But when it’s done and when I sing it, Spring will come again. Come again? Spring will come…❤️ The red carnation is a repeating symbol of hope and light in the world of Hadestown. A world that no longer knows Spring or Fall, just terribly hot Summers and even colder Winters. “Spring Will Come Again” is the closest to a tonal in this collection, but is really more of a red variegated. Filled with bright reds to brownish maroons, this color will feel welcome in any Season. ✨ The train to Hadestown is coming June 24th at 7pm est. 🚂 #hadestownfanart #redcarnation #inspiredbynature #springeillcomeagain #theroadtohell #allaboard #createdtocreate #summerknitting #summeryarn #redyarn #variegatedyarn #handdyedyarns #indiedyerofig #psimadethis #ilovecrochet #iloveknitting #thelittlefoxes #applered #redflowers — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/mf0nyt4

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monsieurepi · 4 years

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#thematrixrevolutions #theroadtohell #dondavis #wachowskisisters https://www.instagram.com/p/CDzA03tKZuz/?igshid=r8xq2s1506xa

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markusdreesen · 4 years

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Was ein Stau so alles auslösen kann ... z.B. #TheRoadToHell von #ChrisRea jetzt in der neuen #Episode hören, liebhaben und weitersagen 🥰 Link in Bio #podcast #musicpodcast #musicstories #musicstory #storytelling #musichistory #thestorybehind #musiclegends #podcast-eins #musicofthenineties #musicoftheninetiesrocks (hier: Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDGMx8-nYty/?igshid=1p9f0uw5wt4qv

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vinylizer · 4 years

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CHRIS REA - The Road To Hell Cassette #vinylizer, #chrisrea, #chrisreamusic, #chrisreafans, #theroadtohell, #tellmetheresaheaven, #daytona, #lookingforarainbow, #youmustbeevil, #cassettetapes, #cassette, #tapes, #albums, #chrisreaalbums, #rainbow, #space, #cube, #blues, #bluesrock, #rock, (at Guernsey, Channel Islands) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_KAh3aBFss/?igshid=7g8d8cfj7r7u

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roadtohellinferno · 2 days

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Heresy v1

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antipodeanwriter · 1 year

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Road to Hell The road to Hell is paved with: good intentions? Evil thoughts? Misdeeds? Satanic temptation? Find out in “The Road to Hell”: a celebration and reflection upon Dante’s “Inferno”, the first part of the “Divine Comedy”. Another original poetry collection by Antipodean Writer now available on Amazon @ https://amazon.com/author/antipodeanwriter. Join the conversation @ https://www.facebook.com/roadtohellinferno Visit the site @ https://roadtohellinferno.wordpress.com #AntipodeanWriter #TheRoadtoHell #Inferno #DanteAlighieri #Dante #Poetry #DivineComedy #poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #writer #poems #writing #wordporn #poetryisnotdead #writerscommunity #wordgasm #words #author #god #jesus #bible #gospel #christian #jesuschrist #poetsociety #poetrylovers #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CkMe8hvBKX8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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jaydrlove · 2 months

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New episode of The Road to Hel is up.

I wonder what happens? 😳

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thecynicalcrayon · 6 years

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🎼 But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good, oh lord 🙏🏾 please don’t let me be misunderstood 🎶 #theroadtohell #ninasimone #music #truth #honesty #quotes #knowyourself #truthtea via Instagram http://ift.tt/2F1elpt

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spitfiretout · 7 years

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TheRoadToHell

{Houses are living things. They see, hear and breathe. Sometimes, I think they breathe in what we put into them and when they exhale, they put out whatever they took in to begin with only now it has changed into something new. Be it an echo of happiness or silent screams of sorrow. Sometimes I feel they take in something awful and then breathe out something truly hellish. This toxic cloud of negative energy-or whatever etheric matter is made of moves, slinking from room to room, drifting on the edges of our consciousness until it can feel inside of our minds, taking on twisted forms and degenerate shadows plucked from our fears and worries. Or maybe, just maybe, could it be that something once lived that was so vile, so cruel and inhumane, that the very fabric of whatever lays beyond this life rejects it and it becomes trapped here, with us, walking side by side, waiting to prey again?

1860 - Always finding myself in the loveliest of conditions this was no exception. A tiny town nestled in the foot hills of the Appalachian mountains, Rossville as it was then called. The soft smell of honeysuckle hung lazily as flushed features were graced with a sudden zephyr. The plantation was breathtaking as the stories I had been told, yet the previous owner had to sell, such a pitty what happened. On my behalf, though perhaps I may have used my 'charms' the conditions of Mr. Ross selling to Mr. Phipps were that I was allowed the use Rowena's old room. So much heartache for one family, their loss was in my benefit. As I quickly learned Mr. Phipps was not a kind man, well not unless you happened to look like me. The instant I stepped into the home the smell of blood flooded my nares, features remaining soft and sweet as the Georgia peach I claimed to be. The accommodations were quite lavish, large bed and a gracious view from the window of the river and the flowers in bloom. There were many a rumor about our arrangement, but I did not care what other's thought only that I was comfortable, fed and hidden away from Klaus. Phipps had his dark side too, darker than most mere mortals I ventured to come across. Phipps built a whipping post into the house because he enjoyed hearing his slaves scream. In fact, he was known to be so vicious with them, to beat them so furiously, that neighboring plantations and landowners reported hearing the screams of the slaves echoing off of the mountains as Phipps would torture them. Phipps was not alone in his evil. He had a mistress on the side who was a slave herself, a half black woman who was reported to be as cruel to her fellow slaves if not crueler than Phipps himself was. His wife knew about it and was too scared and powerless to stop him. The stench was embedded in the ground, the darkness and the dampness was sometimes overpowering. One could imagine hearing the moaning, the wailing, the crying of the slaves, their misery and despair. If a slave was maimed, he was shot like an animal because he was of no more use. In the front room of the third floor facing the river, was the whipping post. Slaves were shackled to the post to be whipped. The blood stains embedded into the wood floors of that room during days of heavy moisture, the wood expands and the blood stains show up again no matter how much they were cleaned. Could I have stopped him? Sure, but who was I to meddle in business that was not my own? I was not out to save my soul, these people meant nothing to me, a means to an end. I would however bring them the sweet release of death when in dire need. After all, I had to eat too. This worked marvelously in my favor for four years, until the day a rumor flittered though that shook me to my core. One of the young ladies whispering about a handsome man named Klaus. My very being rattled, astoundingly my composure remained intact. Compelling all to forget they had ever seen my face, that I ever existed. Packing up my belongings that night and heading to the small town a few hundred miles away. Emily by my side into plain sight we went to hide in Mystic Falls.}

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