Novel & Cerita The Road Not Taken Short Story

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

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..."

By the time they found him, he was crouched on the side of the road, shaking with fear at the sight of a stray dog. Since then, dogs had become Parker's greatest fear. I couldn't believe that the very person who had caused his fear would have the audacity to give him a toy dog as a gift. I wasn't sure if I felt more anger or disappointment. Setting the box aside, I said calmly, "Thanks." Beatrice looked at me with a puzzled expression. A moment later, she seemed to remember something and said, "The power's out at Maxwell's place, so I'm having him stay at our house.

Outside, snow covered the road south—toward the border, toward the place where a black wolf had once stood in the moonlight and believed I was his. The snow erased the road. When morning came, the road would still be there. And so would I. THE END

"There's a place with no roads?" I blinked. That sounded deeply inconvenient. The traveler smiled. Not because the question was silly. Because it was exactly the right question. "Yes." One simple word. The endless horizon remained silent. Golden roads stretched farther than I could imagine. Every one of them connected. Every one of them carrying stories. And somewhere beyond all of them... nothing. No roads. No lanterns. No bridges. The thought felt strangely lonely. I didn't like it.

One day, Caspian said he wanted tiramisu from an old bakery in the northern part of the city. It was something I used to love two years ago. Eventually, I drove out alone. Halfway along a remote coastal road, the car suddenly broke down. I got out to check. I was still trying to figure out the problem when a handkerchief with a sharp smell was pressed over my mouth and nose. Right before I lost consciousness, I thought of how painfully cliché it was.

Whatever happens said quietly in the dark and never finished. The ring I'd called ugly. I stood in the middle of an empty road and thought about all of it and then I made a decision. I was going to stop waiting for the end of that sentence. He made his choice. The sentence ended the way it ended and I needed to let it end because standing in the middle of a road between fields waiting for the rest of it wasn't living. It was just a different kind of hiding. I started walking back. On the way through the town I passed a small shop and stopped at the window. A rack of paperbacks inside. Cheap ones. The kind that didn't ask anything of you.

Getting up won, if I am going to be a loser at least I will be an educated one. I took a shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs to eat something and I can go. That got me thinking, how will I go to school? We have one car and dad took it to work, I don't even know where the school is... Taking a deep breath I walked out of the door, grabbed the money dad left me, as I walked I looked up on my phone where the school is. Well, it is not that close but it is not that far, around 20 minutes walking might as well get some exercise. As I walked to school I started thinking of the things I need, well the things I had and lost. I have to talk to dad regarding the car, allowance like I need it f

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less trave

Nikolai “I missed this place.” Hope said as we entered the property on the aptly named Attitude Adjustment Road. It is immediately clear to even the most discerning connoisseur of life that you have crossed over into a different world. ‘Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both’ I said, absentmindedly reciting Robert Frost’s poem. ‘I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.’