The Road Not Taken の小説・ストーリー

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.

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

Claudia stood in front of the door not sure whether to knock or to just budge in without knocking. She settled for the former. After two knocks the door was opened by a tall handsome man,he had hazel eyes and blonde hair that was neatly trimmed. His beard was also smartly trimmed giving him a more manly look. His shoulders were broad and his chest was wide and mascular.His arms were thick that his white tee looked like it was about get ripped. He had a mischievous grin that exposed part of his perfect white teeth.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

ELOISE The journey was long. Long in the sense that I was now certain it wasn't going to take place in Ashlake. The path he took implied we were leaving town. Most probably, another one way ticket to Marblefay but Matthan surprised me when he took a completely different route from the one sure to take us to Marblefay. The path his vehicle waltzed into was almost narrow and crooked. It implied it was old and barely used. But there was a definite set of tracks he followed. This wasn't his first time here but the further the car went, the more obvious the signs became that this was not a shortcut to Marblefay. My theory didn't linger on the fact that the road had probably been abandoned for dec

Rojan drive his mustang slowly amidst the traffic. He couldn't contain his heart from breathing so fast, it race to the deepest of the ground, trying to flow away yet the force below couldn't let him go. “Fudge!” he exclaimed angrily. “It's happen again. What unlucky jerk I am becoming!” He gritted his teeth as his mind keep on recalling the scene earlier. For years of applying job to earn a living, he keep gotten rejection over and over again.

Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals Ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, And the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo Murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

Hazel's POV People keep saying that in order to move on, you need to let go. But the thing is, it's not that easy. It never was, and never will. All it took was just one mess. One fucking mess, to change people completely... How I wish to turn back time. I really do. "Hazel..." Aunt Mary's voice brings me back to reality. "Are you sure about this?" "Aunt Mary, we've already talked about this..." I sigh, as I watch her trying to focus on the road.

I cannot waste pieces as if the board were mine alone. The ridge wind is honest, and it tells the truth about cold, about how far sound carries, and about how quickly a man’s breath becomes a plea if he is not careful. I walk with it at my back and let the powder of failure dust my tongue until I stop flinching at the taste. On the old logging road, fate does its theatrical little flourish and leaves a gift in the ditch.

RAIN We drove along the rugged dirt road in Uncle Wart car, the tires crunching over the gravel as we made our way toward Auntie Lori's house. Every bump sent a jolt through the vehicle, and I clung tightly to my duffle bag, worried it might tumble off my lap. The cool night breeze slipped through the slight crack in the window, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and pine. The moon, bright and full, illuminated the uneven road ahead, casting long shadows from the towering trees that lined the path.