The Road Not Taken

By : Fortune Zyne

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Almost four hundred years ago she had become his Bride. Four hundred years ago she had left the home of her Baker father in Sicily, Italy. It seemed so far away, yet so very near. She was his favorite, though neiter he nor she would ever admit it. She was his first Bride, his Queen, his equal. When he was filled the fire of rage, only she was the one who could extinguish it. Her powers were the same as his, she even looked the same as him! Still there were some things they could not have. She had been so willing to his wishes, she gave him children, even though they drew no breath. Still, when he called, she came. One of the reasons he took the other Brides was to give her some sense of maternal pride. Often time she thought back to the day when she first met him, and had she not taken the road down the empty alley as she had that day, she would probably not be here. She would've eventually had married and had lots of little babies, and grew old and was put to rest, or as her father said she would live alone forever, and would have noone to mourn her passing when she went. She thought about that now and then. But she always came to the same conclusion. If she had not taken the less traveled path the day she met her sire, she would not be where she was now. If she had taken the most traveled path, things would have been different. Her life would have stayed as brown and plain as the well traveled path. But the one that was less traveled by, was rich with things unseen. Her life was enriched by this decision. She had made her decision, there was not turning back now. She had taken the path less traveled by, and it had made a wonderful difference.

Here is the Poem I based my story off of

The Road Not Taken

By : Robert Frost

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 traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

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Fortune Zyne.