standing by : Braedon Ceasor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story that talks about life choices and love

Submitted: October 01, 2012

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Standing , just standing. Stuck at a fork in the road and not quite sure which way to go. The choice is quite simple really, left or right? Ive only taken the right path. For a little over 6 years ive driven down this road. And for six years the left path was under construction or they didnt quite lay the gravel right. One excuse after another. But now, after six years theres finally a second option. A second path. They look almost the same, they both lead me to where I need to go. But for some reason I feel compled, driven to take the left path, to try it out. The only thing that scares me is that im uncertain of what truely lays behind the first part of the path. I could tell you ever twist, turn , bump and crack on the right path. I know it better then anyone else. And I know it knows that. I know how to react and feel the right path. But that left path... It makes me wonder what if I took that path? Would I like whats down the road? Is the road dangerous or is it more of a enjoyable drive through the country? Or I find myself questioning, would I ever be able to go back down the right path? What if because I turned my back on it, or left it go without a voyager on its sweet paved city roads that it would never let me drive on it again. I love the right path , but ever since ive seen the left path it has intrigued me and it has seemed to be every thing you would want in a perfect Sunday drive down the country side. Left or right. Left? Right? I could stand here forever thinking, deciding, contemplating which way to take. But the roads wont wait. After all , they are roads, they need to feel that passenger on there roads, need to see the shine of the side of a perfectly waxed car, need to hear the wheels swiftly rolling over the fresh fallen leaves, smell the sweet scent of that new car. They need to have someone. To be on there roads or paths whenever they think there alone. To brighten there darkest night's with the shine of there headlights. Someone to slow down and take caution on the more sensitive and worn parts of the road. I find myself unable to choose. I find myself standing. Just standing. Stuck at a fork in the road and not quite sure which way to go.


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