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The youth stood at the entrance to the forest and looked in frightenned wonder into its immiment darkness. He trembled with necessity seasonned by the foretaste of failure.

"Don't worry boy", came a disembodied voice from the arboreal gloom, "Many have come before you and marked their trails well. You need only enter."

"What if I follow the wrong path? What if I get lost? What then?" The young man asked the void.

"There are no wrong paths - all lead to freedom or death. You can't get lost because no matter where you go you will know that that is where you are." Was the reply.

"Will I have a guide? Are there sign posts?"

"Each tree, each rock, each blade of grass will be able to point out the proper direction if asked - but each will give a different answer. All will be right but not all will be right for you."

"And if", the young man asked, his voice barely a whisper of trepidation, "I choose the wrong one for me?"

"You will die."

"And if I try to find my own way?"

"You will die." The Spartan voice repeated. "The time to begin is here. YOu must leave now."

"And if I don't?"

"You will die."

And so the youth stepped hesitantly into the forest and dissolved into the dark's embrace.

What became of him none on this side can know.

But would I be a good Messiah with my low self-esteem? / If I don't believe in myself would that be blasphemy? - The Bloodhound Gang Hell Yeah

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The following comments are for "The Way"
by Enforced Bliss

mystical way
I liked this for the less is more approach. What is not said resounds more than even what you have said which is always an indication of good writing. I like the way of no set way. Otherwise bring on Mr Destiny. Very sleek indeed.
good one

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: January 6, 2004 )

pushing forward
Hi enforcedbliss. Straying into new territory I see. Sometimes you see your own writings mirrored in others' reflections as I see in yours. So let the boy travel forward wrapped in pine while the wind whispers stories of old and the crow cackles above in delight.

Good job.


( Posted by: kimberly bird [Member] On: January 6, 2004 )

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