The Second Path

[Inventor2]

My journey has gone far, and soon i knew i would face this moment. I stand at the mouth of to narrow paths, cool wind blowing over my brittle face. Wanting to surrender in cold agony, i have no choice but to continue down what my mind desired. As i walked down the wooded hollow the wind died down and a bright burst lasting not longer then a blink flashed in my face, I continued on into despare. As i walked on i began to feel a black, painful darkness watching my back. I looked back to three grey wolfs with blood dripping from their razer sharp teath. But they wouldnt get near me, i was to strong for them. I saw 2 crows, the birds of death, swoop in behind my head. But they would tuch me, i am to "good" for them. All of a sudden it started to rain. But i noticed that it wasnt like any other rain. The rain was almost as if it was hitting a piece od glass right befor it came to my body. Then i thought, why should I have to get wet. I kept walking...then all of a sudden i felt a warm sharp bead streek down my back, It was a rain drop. Out of knowhere the rain broke through and gushed down my skin soaking my clothes. The birds once again swooped in and sunk thier tallens in my skin. The wolves ran at me in madness, and lastly the black death swollowed me whole. I had bean beaten...

I wrote this story to resemble life, growing up. You have to make a choice between what you want, and what you know is right. Just as the two paths in the woods resemble. The wrong choice will never end in peace, you will never win.

Two paths: two choices
Bright flash: mind giving last chance to turn back
Black darkness: the worry of death that always follows
The rain breaking through: sign of defeat to something small

[PrimedPenguin]

This is pretty good. I like how you used the rain breaking through and the black death to represent the sign of defeat to something small and the worry of death that always follows