Writing The Path

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#696969]This is just something that's very random, but something I was working on. Give me your critiques. This is just the beginning of the very few short "stories".

At the beginning of my journeyed path, I arrive at the end of a small town. I arrive at the end of a small town called "Life". I scoff at the sign and make my way away from "Life". I make my way towards a dusty road that leads me to the fork in the road. I look at the two signs that appeared before me and I began to think of the poem, "The Road Not Taken" and I think about the man who stood at the fork in the road and looked down the paths. I think about the man who stood at the fork in the road and looked down the path where there is light and the dirt road is left with footprints within. I think about the man who looked down one path and saw the same vagueness passed by, while on the other side, creation arose and detail were walking. I think about the man who looked down one path and heard the known jokes and puns, the same songs and tones and looked down one path and heard nothing but diverse jokes and puns, as well as random songs and tones. I think about the man who saw the marked footprints in the ground while the other had very little or none at all. I come back to reality and I open my eyes. I open my eyes to look at the two signs and paths. I look at the sign on my right and it sign says "Known Risk". I look at the sign on my left and it says "Unknown Risk". I look down both paths and to the two signs and I took the one less traveled. I took the road of risk and mystery.

As I walk through the path of "Unknown Future and Risk", my present is not so bleak. My present is not so bleak and average and normal. I am growing and changing with the seasons. I am growing and changing into the the person I hoped to be. I am growing into the woman I wanted to be. My persona is becoming risking and daring, adventurous and on-the-edge, and I am living life as I should have. I am living life the way I needed to...but I stop. I stop and turn around, remembering my past. I turn around to take one more glance at the past behind. I take one more glance at the past and see that the joy and laughter are there, but so are the anger and sorrow. I see that the memories only make me cry. I see that it makes me cry and I need to move on. I see that it is time for me to move on, let go of the pain, the anger, the sorrow that lingers there. I must move ahead so that I may grow and change like the seasons that walk with me. I must change and grow like the showering rain in Spring, the heating sun in Summer, the breezing wind in Autumn, and the falling snow in Winter. I must change and grow like the seasons that I love.

I am still walking down the path of "Unknown Risk". I am still walking down the path that has no straight, perfect course. I walk down the path that curves and slants, disappears, treads away towards distractions, and races around. I walk down a strange course the path is created upon. I walk along and see that distractions cause me to walk away from my path. The distractions take me away from what I need to find. It takes me away from what I need to know. My path has many beginnings and many distractions, forks-in-the-roads, and different courses. But, you see, they all take me to the same place and they all give a different meaning. They all give me a different persona and a different outlook on my life. They all take me to the place I need to be. They take me to the place I am needed at the most. They take me to where my life truly begins to change like the seasons of my life.[/size][/color]

[shadow15]

that was a very good store you should get it published in a short stores ;) you really should think about it
luv ash