A Fork In The Road

A Fork In The Road

When you see a fork in the road what do you do? Go left? Go right? Or ruin the story by standing there and thinking about which way to go then turning around and going home? In this story we get to see what happens when you go left and right. 

Take a right turn and you will walk down the path. And keep walking. And keep walking. And keep walking. You'll see trees you've seen before, the same birds fly over you, and that bush that your friend told you was poison ivy but is definitely just some fern, until you see a left path and a right path. 

If you take a right because "right is always right"  you will walk down the path. And keep walking. And keep walking. And keep walking. You'll see trees you've seen before, the same birds fly over you, and that bush that your friend told you was poison ivy but is definitely just some fern, until you see a left path and a right path. 

So as the reader you have figured out that the right path is a loop. It does not take you anywhere unless you like walking in a loop. So any sensible person after one loop would then realize that the only way to go is left. So go left and the trees become thicker and the path becomes narrower until you come across a small building with a sign that reads, Eddie Silverspoon's Eatery open 11-8 on Wednesdays, Sundays. Open 6-1 on Fridays and Thursdays. Closed on Sundays. 

Now you're probably wondering what day it is today. Well today is Monday. Then you're probably wondering what happens now because it does not say if it's open or closed on the sign. 

Well, it turns out if you go in to the little restaurant it will be empty except for one table. You take a seat and Eddie himself comes out. 

"Will come out with your order soon." 

"But, but," you splutter. You didn't order anything. Because on Mondays at Eddie Silverspoon's Eatery it's first come first serve. Only one person can eat there and they eat what Eddie makes them in advance. He comes out with a plate of spaghetti, one of his specialties, you're gonna love this. 

"Um excuse me Mr. Silverspoon where is my fork?" 

Wait, what did you say? "Do you not know the rules?" he says, pointing at a sign. It reads Bring your own silverware.

Did you not know? Oh my goodness I thought you knew. The Silverspoons like to collect silverware like forks, knives, and of course spoons. So they never let people use them. Guess you're going to have to eat that with your hands. 

Now since this is a book and not reality you don't have to eat that plate of spaghetti and instead can imagine yourself back at the split of the road from the beginning. Okay here we go 3, 2, 1 and... When you see a fork in the road what do you do? Go left? Go right? Or ruin the story by standing there and thinking about which way to go then turning around and going home? 

In this story we get to see what happens when you go left and right. Now this may seem like the start of the story but you now have knowledge. You know that if you take that left path you will walk. And keep walking. And keep walking. And keep walking. You'll see trees you've seen before, the same birds fly over you, and that bush that your friend told you was poison ivy but is definitely just some fern, until you see a left path and a right path. 

But if you take the left path you will see the trees become thicker and the path become narrower until you come across the small building with the sign that reads, Eddie Silverspoon's Eatery open 11-8 on Wednesdays, Sundays. Open 6-1 on Fridays and Thursdays. Closed on Sundays. You will once again have to eat that plate of spaghetti with your hands. So what do you do when you come across a fork in the road? Pick it up and eat that spaghetti that you were going to eat with your bare hands.

Written.ioche

VT

16 years old

KimchiKrow

VT

16 years old

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