The Road Not Taken Novels & Stories

The one you hold isn't the one you were meant to hold, for the love you feel is but an echo cast by the original light, amplified by lifetimes of searching and the desperation of a soul that knows it's incomplete. Two roads diverge in a dark wood. And you, Great King, must choose which path to walk. The first road is paved with defiance. Upon it, thorns grow thick, tearing at flesh with every step while the sky above weeps blood. I see devastation, I see pain beyond measure, and I see a woman weeping with empty arms and a barren womb. Again and again, life quickens within her only to be torn away before it can draw breath. I see her broken, kneeling upon bloodied sheets as her cries echo thr

on the base had been re-engraved. But below it, a smaller line had been added. 'Even if you don't return, may you still have a light.' I looked at it for a long time. Then, I placed the lamp at the very bottom of the storage cabinet. As the door closed, Tristan lowered his head across the street. He came a few more times after that. Each time, he stood across the street. Sometimes, he brought a cup of hot coffee; sometimes, he just stayed for a while.

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

''The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.'' ---Robert Frost. These lines has deep meaning in it.I wanted to know more about him in few days.The creaking sound of door alarmed me that someone is there on the door and find me soon so I swiftly put the diary back on its place. Nicola was at the door..my heart started beating faster as he caught me red handed trespassing his master's territory. ''Do...you..need..something..mam,''he asked me in broken English assent.

Charlie shouted coldly, “Shut up! You are the last one, do you hear me?! If you blurt another word, I’ll carve a poem on your face! ‘The Road Not Taken’, do you want that?” Albert laughed in amusement, “Wow, Master Wade, ‘The Road Not Taken’ is very long, I’m afraid the poem can’t fit into his face!” Then, he recited the poem while counting the words with his fingers, “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both…Wow, it’s going to fill his entire head and face…” Charlie waved his hand indifferently. “There are so many body parts on him that you can carve— his neck, his body, or you can just tattoo his

, said the PA by waking the soul from thinking after a deep breath. "Aidah...", asked the soul with a doubted expression. "Yeah, Aidah...!!!which means Visiting, Returning, Reward, Present...", said the PA with grinning. Then she asked "Let's go...???" by lifting her eyebrows. "Yeah, As the poet Robert Frost said in his poem 'Road Not Taken', I am willing to take this risk", said the soul with a smirk. "Then this is the door to the Realm Of Life", said the angel PA by pointing into a peculiar golden designed door.

I was drowning myself in sorrow when my dad snapped me out of the trans, with the simple - we are here. It was late around 3 or 4 am I stepped out of the car and looked around. I recognize the house from some old pictures we have, it is well kept and a classic two-story house. White paneling, blue wooden doors, not a large front porch, a white wooden fence with the exit directly to the street.

Martha too tried to look into that direction when she spotted another unpaved road some two to three acres away from her in the direction her mother was looking. She then saw all over around her only to find that this was the only road in this barren space and there were no roads at all nearby this ground except the one Cindy had fixated her eyes on. Martha too now believed that they were now supposed to traverse through this road to reach the final destination. But she thought it otherwise, “How many of my predictions have been proved correct today that I can be fully ascertained that this one’s going to be true?” smiled Martha to herself.

It felt good, but smelling the trees and other vegetation was worth the slight chill. Z laughed. “You look like a puppy out for her first car ride.” “This road must be beautiful,” she said. “Nothing ugly could ever smell this good.” Again, he laughed. “It is a small, two-lane road edged by evergreens and rocky cliffs. It is the back route to where I’m taking you—a road less traveled, though it adds a bit of time to our trip.” “I’m in no hurry,” she said, taking in the fresh scents and crisp air

The carriage rattled as it moved. Wilson banged his head against the surprisingly hard interior. He was sure old man Jenkins, who was doing all the riding and navigating, picked the carriage to punish him. Maybe there was even a better road but the old man chose this rough, potholed road with vines and roots creeping onto it. And with the ghostlike colors of these trees? Yes, it must be intentional! This petty, old man. Tsk. How long has this road been abandoned anyway? Wilson shook his head to chase away his troublesome thoughts, closed his eyes and tried to sleep, ignoring the several sudden movements.