Across The Bridge Novels & Stories

Lex said before opening the side door to get in. “And you?” I asked, looking at the girl standing in front of me. “Mmm-mm. Let’s say I’m the Girl Across The Street that couldn’t help falling madly over heels In love with you, the one that couldn’t get enough of your sweetness. The one you intoxicate with your beauty” she said standing an inch away from me, I watched her hand trail over my loose hair and brushed them off my face. Her hands moving slowly down my neck, I choked on my breath when she ran her thumb on my lower lips.

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

came John’s firm response. I stared around me. I knew we were out of town but I didn’t really know where we were. I just knew we were on the famous bridge that linked the town where we lived to other major towns. For some reason, the name of the bridge escaped my mind. “Bridge. The bridge over the lake with the beautiful view.” I didn’t know how I expected John to understand my words but I just couldn’t bring my mind to concentrate fully not with Max being in such a critical stage.

But this evening was not normal. I was barely five meters away from the bridge when a gust of wind came and it sounded like the wind was whispering my name softly. The closer I got to the other side of the bridge, the louder it seemed to get. But there wasn't much behind it. The end of the town and a road that led through a sparse forest. I stopped right in the middle of the bridge and shook my head in confusion. Am I imagining this again? No, no, I heard it very clearly, someone was whispering over and over: Morgan. Or am I slowly going insane? First the car and now this!

Drowned in betrayal. Suffocated by despair.

Help me! Suddenly I heard the balcony door slam...a strong wind invaded my huge room and left it freezing...would my help come? If it did I would be forced to be ashamed of myself.

The teacher explained, "An hour ago, Mr. Grayson sent his assistant to pick Edith up for an urgent matter. Didn't you know?" "I see," I replied, masking my unease. "Please hold onto her backpack. I'm tied up." Hanging up, I stared at our family group chat's flawless schedule, my mind reeling. "When has it become a tool to deceive me?" I took a deep breath, opened the tracker on Edith's smartwatch, and drove to the location: an amusement park.

However, there were no ‘ifs’ in life. The car crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. Through the rain and mist, the streetlights on the bridge flickered on one by one, stretching forward like a road leading somewhere.

The bridge looked ancient, like it had been there for centuries, swaying in a wind that didn't exist. "That's our way forward," Walter said, pointing at a glowing marker on the far side. "The exit point." "Of course it is," Brady muttered. "Because a nice, safe path would be too easy." We approached the bridge carefully. Up close, it looked even worse cos half the planks were missing, and the ropes were frayed. One wrong step and you'd fall into the chasm below, which went down so far I couldn't see the bottom. "We'll have to cross one at a time," I said. "The bridge won't support all our weight."

“They have chosen to expand.” James frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means love was never your weakness.” “It is the bridge’s greatest strength.” The tree behind her shimmered. Seven branches slowly illuminated. Only three glowed brightly. Four remained dark. “They are waking.” The woman raised one hand. “But beware.” “Every bridge invites travelers.” “Not all who cross it come in peace.” Everything dissolved. ⸻ Charlotte gasped. They were back. Still standing in the conference room. Still holding hands.