Descriptive Essay: A Walk In The Red Road

I was travelling down a path; a path I never noticed I was on before. Suddenly, I became very curious about the winding road I found myself treading down. My curiosity grew, until I stumbled upon a fork in the road. There were two sighns at this fork in the road, and just before the devide sat a very confortible chair made of feathers, which beckoned to my weary mind. Sighn one in red letters had the word paradise written on it, and it travelled for as far I could see to the north until it disapered behind some snow capped mountains. The other sighn in blue letters had the word paradise etched into it as well, and the road streched for as far as I could see to the south until it disapered behind some snow capped mountains. These two roads never

I realized I only had the opertunity to choose while there were still numbers on the time piece, otherwise I would die like this man, outside of paradise. Maybe I could flip a coin and heads would be the red road, tails would be the blue road, but I knew I needed to make the deccision myself, not leaving it to chance. I decided I would base my deccision off my favorite color which was red, But I realized again like I had ealrier about the other traverllers, feelings towards truth have no effect on truth. So I decided I needed to base my opinion in something else, something bigger than myself, and something bigger than my feelings. So I went searching, searching for whoever built the road hoping he would have answers for me, and under the bench I found a leather book, And on the cover it said "written by the archetect of the road." I read the book, and I descovered which road the archetect made in order to lead to paradise. Some people walking by pointed out sentences and said that means you should choose the left road, but, they were making up what they wanted to believe, and ignoring the rest of the