The Conformist
Oft on my travels I see
the path diverging into the woods
winding and snaking into nothingness
shielding spooky ghosts and fanged monsters
concealing priceless pearls and gems
Oft on my travels I see
the path diverging into the woods
whispering gripping gut wrenching
enchanting irresistible
alluring tales
Oft on my travels I see
the path diverging into the woods
wondrously I probe the unknown darkness
until the known Devil leads me
back to the well trodden path
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Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and Mike Vore for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Is it a story, does it fit the challenge – I am hoping you can clear that up. Thanks for visiting.
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Loved the words you used to convey your thoughts Dahlia!
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Thank you Radhika, it means a lot.
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Very different style Dahlia, I liked it π
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Thank you Iain for the kind encouragement. It just sort of happened.
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Now when I will travel into dark woods I will remember you Dahlia. Lovely!
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Thanks so much Rupali π
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Loved the poem, each stanza told a different story.
Have a good day Dahlia.
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Thanks so much Ferdi – this was way out of my comfort zone. Waise come to think of it, the entire blog is out of my comfort zone π Have a great weekend!
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Nice D! For some reason it reminded me of Harry Potter π
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Thanks Pradita but HP? Quite flattered actually although I would love to know the link – the photo perhaps?
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Yep. I was surprised too but maybe it was because of the way you described all those dark things. I just think my generation is spoiled by JK Rowling because now we equate anything mystical or supernatural to her world in the HP books.
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Why just your generation. Even I am an HP fan, had quite a bit of trouble when the later volumes came out – who was going to read first my son or me π
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Loved the words that you have stringed along with a deeper meaning…words…loved the flow, its so refreshing inspite of being a bit dark….you have almost written a story of your own…
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It was sort of born out of frustration. I wanted to probe deeper, see what mysteries lay beyond but there were so many household chores calling…
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Really enjoyed the photo and your poem! π
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Aww thanks so much!π
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