I was at the crossroads once, and suddenly a fox came running in front of my car. I didn’t know what to do, and I instinctively kept driving, hitting my brakes right after I felt the thud. In a state of shock, I hit the gas, and began crying. It’s something that I’ve never talked about before. It had been somewhere around 11pm, and I never looked back. In the morning, I saw the the blood stain on the pavement.
Sara Lindsey
Repeat.
Maisie
I am sitting at an intersection in my car blasting music. Singing along to Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”, a cute guy drives up besides me. He turns and smiles at me and I shyly smile back. Not sure what to do next, the stoplight decides for me. The light changes to green and he speeds off and there goes my chance.
Jennie
As soon as the light turned green, I slammed the pedal. Not knowing this simple action would change everything.
Alaska may
The intersection was busy with cars and bicycles and pedestrians all trying to occupy the same space and time without ever touching each other.
Zukey Jones
The intersection was a disaster, all twisted metal and broken glass, blood and rubber and screams. I stood on the corner beneath the lights that flashed, confused, “walk” for both directions. Any moments now the authorities would be here, with their shouting and red-and-blue lights.
And I would be gone, a shadow in no one’s memory, mission accomplished at the end of a day well-planned and even better paid.
it’s a place where things cross, whether it be literally or figuratively. it’s amazing how many people we create intersections with throughout the day, let alone a lifetime. and it’s amazing how much our lives are affected by these intersections. we really don’t take the time to appreciate them all
Naomi
If I hadn’t been paying attention to that ugly prostitute standing on the corner of Prospect and Maine, maybe I would have seen that owl before it hit my windshield. The bitch saw it happen too and she ran towards the car her sagging ass threatening to fall to the floor.
It was there that my car and her car became one car. One mass of wrecked metal and glass. and it was there that my body and her body collided and became one flesh. that is where the next part began…
Andrew Isaacs
funny word thats clinks in my head with useless school science experiments and reminds me of insects just cause it sounds like it!!!!!1
Geegee
An intersection of people can cause fatality. If I intersect my knife in between your ribs, you will surely die. Except in the case that there is an intersection from police, and perhaps an ambulance. In that case you may survive, but I will surely go to prison. Where there will be many intersections to my anus, if I so happen to drop the soap.
Henry Rudolph
I am at an intersection inside of my own soul. i feel a new road to one side and an older one to the right, and the road i was on when i was young has dropped away, it must be several cities back, i dont’ know it anymore. the roads i have to choose between now are both important and maybe they are just one: stretching from one side to another, a long one with two ends, or no end, i don’t know…
Nina Salverda
There’s a choice in life. There’s two options. You’re at a point where it’s either gonna make you or break you. This is the intersection and this will occur more than once in your life. You learn to deal with it, or you learn to avoid it.
Rachel Kay
the intersection was full of people and they were all going going somewhere anywhere but where they were. Some ran others walked some rode but they were all trying to get away get away from what was haunting them. Society, life.
Madii Reese
between 5th and high, there was a man in a strange garment- as if plucked from the underbelly of a 1920s Harlequin novel.
Alan
an intersection is a four way stop – it can also be a fork in the road – you will be going one way and suddenly, you will make an unexpected turn and go in another direction. be prepared for intersections and a sudden change in direction!
erin
An intersection – a crossroads of life. Life has a tendency of putting you at an intersection of major decisions. Such lines only cross once in life – you pick a direction, and you are forever going in another direction, and the two lines are never to touch again. You can look over at where you could be, but sometimes, the line is so far away, that you can see it by neither looking over nor behind you.
an intersection is where two roads meet. One road is like the path of an angel, while the other is that of a devils trident piercing the skin of a mighty lioness.
Which do you follow? What is good vs evil? If everything is relative, than maybe their are no right answers. Follow your heart,
Stephen Rothstein
roads. ideas. people. they meet. here. where do they go from here? well, it’s either a left, right or straight. and u-turns where legal. legal – ha.
sheirin Khalil
a point where two lines (or two streets) meet. i have been in several accidents at intersections. it happens. most often that is where accidents occur, automobile and mathematical.
OkieGoat
This isn’t an intersection.
It’s a choice. One I’d rather not make.
You told me we were drifting apart,
I’m inclined to disagree and reassure you,
but it’s true.
Or rather,
I’ve drifted from you.
Or rather,
I’ve pulled away from you.
The quirks that were cute two years ago,
now cause weekly, if not daily, arguments.
This isn’t an intersection.
This is a stop sign.
A red-light.
Or rather,
A U-turn.
Conner
and as we came to the intersection i stopped to think; is this really where we leave each other. i had thought that it would be something more significant; maybe a dramatic final evening or some random adventure we could always remember. but then she left, and that was the end of it. nothing spectacular.
Jordon
I don’t even know what this means. What am I supposed to write if I don’t know the word? Okay fine. Intersection is when a section is in the middle. THERE I MADE UP A DEFINITION! So there stupid word. I’m having a special day…. Lalalalal
I pull up to a two way stop intersection; it’s a normal day and the birds are flying this way and that. A normal day.
I come to a stop. Look both ways. I see the car opposite barrel right through the red octagon warning symbol and get t-boned by a silver SUV. I duck as debris shatters my front windshield. What has happened to my normal day? What has happened to the other drivers’ normal days? Will they experience another?
As I speeded towards the intersection, I was suddenly struck by a sudden coughing fit. I leaned down to grab the cough drops, and was hit by a car that was rushing towards me in the opposite direction.
Pain. Blackness. Crushing. Tearing. Smashing. All I could think of was how I would never get out, ever. I would be trapped in this horrible monstrosity of a car for the rest of my sorry life.
the intersection where everything changed, the accident was terrifying, and loud, and funny now that I look back at it. Who gets t-boned in a intersection and then calls her fiancee and asks how he’s doing! I love being in shock, it makes situations so much more fun.
The car was doing a 180. He did his best to keep it on the road. Glancing in the mirror, he saw that the chase was still on. I must lose them. He pushed his foot down harder, the car crept up to 190. His hands clasped tightly around the wheel, sweat glistening on his forehead, he shot across the intersection narrowly missing a truck.
Helen
I was stuck at the intersection, once again. I’m so tired of this same drive home everyday. I need to find a back way to get home fater. God, why do I always get stuck here? I hate waiting. My patience is about the size of a pea!
Molly
Which way left, which way right,
toward the dark or the blinking lights,
which way heart, which way might,
the crossroads slide beneath my feet tonight?
Two roads converge in middle of nowhere. There is a stoplight which always runs from green to amber to red and back to green. No cars travel this road most days. But today two cars did, and one missed the red light, causing the other to crash into it broadside.
Chris
damage. it isn’t about peace or help. it’s about everyone getting ahead by slowing someone else down, so no one wins. it’s life…
Megan
While driving-or rather sitting in the passenger seat of my sisters car-I go into a sort of daze. With all the sites to see, my ipod pounding in my ears, and the smooth motion of the car I just can’t help it. But once we hit that intersection I “wake up” which is pretty depressing. Then I realize how annoyingly loud my music is, how ugly the scenery is, and how bumpy the ride is.
As I reached the intersection I realized one thing, I had to make a choice. No longer was this a choice between right or left, it was a choice far more important that that. Stick with the old comfortable, or venture into the unknown. Here I am, still sitting at the intersection waiting for the light to turn green, waiting for my opportunity to leave the old behind, and take on whatever lay ahead of me.
bayley
Intersections confuse me…what if the lights broken!?? should i just go! alright im just gonna go! :))
Sophie
You could say I was at an intersection of life. I had finally reached this point and it was as though the road spilt into a million different directions. How could I possibly know which one would be the right one to take? How could I possibly have the faith in myself to make a decision? I was being forced to jump in the pool into the unknown water, but my toes were trying so hard to remain gripped on the cracked edge of the diving board.
Nicole
crossing the street lights danger cars drunk drivers alcoholics second chances everyone has the right to a second chance jail death penalty wrong ahhh i dont knkow what to write arcade fire meow cat lick purr
Jane Ellmann
Two roads cross eachother… where do I turn? follow my passions, my heart…. or follow my pocket, safety, and consistant lifestyle? all my life I have wanted security, I have wanted stability, but I have never known it. what do i do when what I want most goes against what my heart yearns for, I always thought it was teh brain and the heart that fought, but my brain and my heart are on both sides of the argument and I’m just confused.
She stood, at the spilled-tea stop sign that marked the intersection of West Avenue and Brown Street. Behind her was countless hours of feeding squalling babies, wiping jam from grubby fingers, and weary lines etched under her eyes. The culmination of a million lost chances and a dead end life. But there lay her duty. Before her lay books to be pored over, classes to attend, and a life to be lived. And there, amid the magic of the opportunites she had never before known, lay her heart.
She took one breath, and made the most selfish decision she would ever make. Duty, or heart. Heart, or duty. So much deliberation, so many broken ties, so many consequences. They weighed so, so heavily on her mind, pressing on her bones.
She stepped forward.
Wendy Lu
Things meet at a point. They come together, perpendicular to each other, look upon each of their secret faces and leave, never to share this moment again.
I was at the crossroads once, and suddenly a fox came running in front of my car. I didn’t know what to do, and I instinctively kept driving, hitting my brakes right after I felt the thud. In a state of shock, I hit the gas, and began crying. It’s something that I’ve never talked about before. It had been somewhere around 11pm, and I never looked back. In the morning, I saw the the blood stain on the pavement.
Repeat.
I am sitting at an intersection in my car blasting music. Singing along to Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”, a cute guy drives up besides me. He turns and smiles at me and I shyly smile back. Not sure what to do next, the stoplight decides for me. The light changes to green and he speeds off and there goes my chance.
As soon as the light turned green, I slammed the pedal. Not knowing this simple action would change everything.
The intersection was busy with cars and bicycles and pedestrians all trying to occupy the same space and time without ever touching each other.
The intersection was a disaster, all twisted metal and broken glass, blood and rubber and screams. I stood on the corner beneath the lights that flashed, confused, “walk” for both directions. Any moments now the authorities would be here, with their shouting and red-and-blue lights.
And I would be gone, a shadow in no one’s memory, mission accomplished at the end of a day well-planned and even better paid.
it’s a place where things cross, whether it be literally or figuratively. it’s amazing how many people we create intersections with throughout the day, let alone a lifetime. and it’s amazing how much our lives are affected by these intersections. we really don’t take the time to appreciate them all
If I hadn’t been paying attention to that ugly prostitute standing on the corner of Prospect and Maine, maybe I would have seen that owl before it hit my windshield. The bitch saw it happen too and she ran towards the car her sagging ass threatening to fall to the floor.
It was there that my car and her car became one car. One mass of wrecked metal and glass. and it was there that my body and her body collided and became one flesh. that is where the next part began…
funny word thats clinks in my head with useless school science experiments and reminds me of insects just cause it sounds like it!!!!!1
An intersection of people can cause fatality. If I intersect my knife in between your ribs, you will surely die. Except in the case that there is an intersection from police, and perhaps an ambulance. In that case you may survive, but I will surely go to prison. Where there will be many intersections to my anus, if I so happen to drop the soap.
I am at an intersection inside of my own soul. i feel a new road to one side and an older one to the right, and the road i was on when i was young has dropped away, it must be several cities back, i dont’ know it anymore. the roads i have to choose between now are both important and maybe they are just one: stretching from one side to another, a long one with two ends, or no end, i don’t know…
There’s a choice in life. There’s two options. You’re at a point where it’s either gonna make you or break you. This is the intersection and this will occur more than once in your life. You learn to deal with it, or you learn to avoid it.
the intersection was full of people and they were all going going somewhere anywhere but where they were. Some ran others walked some rode but they were all trying to get away get away from what was haunting them. Society, life.
between 5th and high, there was a man in a strange garment- as if plucked from the underbelly of a 1920s Harlequin novel.
an intersection is a four way stop – it can also be a fork in the road – you will be going one way and suddenly, you will make an unexpected turn and go in another direction. be prepared for intersections and a sudden change in direction!
An intersection – a crossroads of life. Life has a tendency of putting you at an intersection of major decisions. Such lines only cross once in life – you pick a direction, and you are forever going in another direction, and the two lines are never to touch again. You can look over at where you could be, but sometimes, the line is so far away, that you can see it by neither looking over nor behind you.
an intersection is where two roads meet. One road is like the path of an angel, while the other is that of a devils trident piercing the skin of a mighty lioness.
Which do you follow? What is good vs evil? If everything is relative, than maybe their are no right answers. Follow your heart,
roads. ideas. people. they meet. here. where do they go from here? well, it’s either a left, right or straight. and u-turns where legal. legal – ha.
a point where two lines (or two streets) meet. i have been in several accidents at intersections. it happens. most often that is where accidents occur, automobile and mathematical.
This isn’t an intersection.
It’s a choice. One I’d rather not make.
You told me we were drifting apart,
I’m inclined to disagree and reassure you,
but it’s true.
Or rather,
I’ve drifted from you.
Or rather,
I’ve pulled away from you.
The quirks that were cute two years ago,
now cause weekly, if not daily, arguments.
This isn’t an intersection.
This is a stop sign.
A red-light.
Or rather,
A U-turn.
and as we came to the intersection i stopped to think; is this really where we leave each other. i had thought that it would be something more significant; maybe a dramatic final evening or some random adventure we could always remember. but then she left, and that was the end of it. nothing spectacular.
I don’t even know what this means. What am I supposed to write if I don’t know the word? Okay fine. Intersection is when a section is in the middle. THERE I MADE UP A DEFINITION! So there stupid word. I’m having a special day…. Lalalalal
I pull up to a two way stop intersection; it’s a normal day and the birds are flying this way and that. A normal day.
I come to a stop. Look both ways. I see the car opposite barrel right through the red octagon warning symbol and get t-boned by a silver SUV. I duck as debris shatters my front windshield. What has happened to my normal day? What has happened to the other drivers’ normal days? Will they experience another?
As I speeded towards the intersection, I was suddenly struck by a sudden coughing fit. I leaned down to grab the cough drops, and was hit by a car that was rushing towards me in the opposite direction.
Pain. Blackness. Crushing. Tearing. Smashing. All I could think of was how I would never get out, ever. I would be trapped in this horrible monstrosity of a car for the rest of my sorry life.
the intersection where everything changed, the accident was terrifying, and loud, and funny now that I look back at it. Who gets t-boned in a intersection and then calls her fiancee and asks how he’s doing! I love being in shock, it makes situations so much more fun.
The car was doing a 180. He did his best to keep it on the road. Glancing in the mirror, he saw that the chase was still on. I must lose them. He pushed his foot down harder, the car crept up to 190. His hands clasped tightly around the wheel, sweat glistening on his forehead, he shot across the intersection narrowly missing a truck.
I was stuck at the intersection, once again. I’m so tired of this same drive home everyday. I need to find a back way to get home fater. God, why do I always get stuck here? I hate waiting. My patience is about the size of a pea!
Which way left, which way right,
toward the dark or the blinking lights,
which way heart, which way might,
the crossroads slide beneath my feet tonight?
Two roads converge in middle of nowhere. There is a stoplight which always runs from green to amber to red and back to green. No cars travel this road most days. But today two cars did, and one missed the red light, causing the other to crash into it broadside.
damage. it isn’t about peace or help. it’s about everyone getting ahead by slowing someone else down, so no one wins. it’s life…
While driving-or rather sitting in the passenger seat of my sisters car-I go into a sort of daze. With all the sites to see, my ipod pounding in my ears, and the smooth motion of the car I just can’t help it. But once we hit that intersection I “wake up” which is pretty depressing. Then I realize how annoyingly loud my music is, how ugly the scenery is, and how bumpy the ride is.
As I reached the intersection I realized one thing, I had to make a choice. No longer was this a choice between right or left, it was a choice far more important that that. Stick with the old comfortable, or venture into the unknown. Here I am, still sitting at the intersection waiting for the light to turn green, waiting for my opportunity to leave the old behind, and take on whatever lay ahead of me.
Intersections confuse me…what if the lights broken!?? should i just go! alright im just gonna go! :))
You could say I was at an intersection of life. I had finally reached this point and it was as though the road spilt into a million different directions. How could I possibly know which one would be the right one to take? How could I possibly have the faith in myself to make a decision? I was being forced to jump in the pool into the unknown water, but my toes were trying so hard to remain gripped on the cracked edge of the diving board.
crossing the street lights danger cars drunk drivers alcoholics second chances everyone has the right to a second chance jail death penalty wrong ahhh i dont knkow what to write arcade fire meow cat lick purr
Two roads cross eachother… where do I turn? follow my passions, my heart…. or follow my pocket, safety, and consistant lifestyle? all my life I have wanted security, I have wanted stability, but I have never known it. what do i do when what I want most goes against what my heart yearns for, I always thought it was teh brain and the heart that fought, but my brain and my heart are on both sides of the argument and I’m just confused.
Once two lines meet at an intersection, they will never meet again; that is just about the loneliest thing to happen to us humans.
She stood, at the spilled-tea stop sign that marked the intersection of West Avenue and Brown Street. Behind her was countless hours of feeding squalling babies, wiping jam from grubby fingers, and weary lines etched under her eyes. The culmination of a million lost chances and a dead end life. But there lay her duty. Before her lay books to be pored over, classes to attend, and a life to be lived. And there, amid the magic of the opportunites she had never before known, lay her heart.
She took one breath, and made the most selfish decision she would ever make. Duty, or heart. Heart, or duty. So much deliberation, so many broken ties, so many consequences. They weighed so, so heavily on her mind, pressing on her bones.
She stepped forward.
Things meet at a point. They come together, perpendicular to each other, look upon each of their secret faces and leave, never to share this moment again.