Across The Bridge Novels & Stories

The driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, his face bloodless as he pointed ahead. "Miss... there's no road." I looked up. Ahead, a bridge across the river had broken in the middle. A massive slab of the bridge deck had crashed into the rolling water below. The road forward was completely cut off. Behind us, the toxic fog was spreading visibly in our direction with the wind. A broken bridge ahead. Toxic fog behind.

I said and her face fell more. I smiled a little and walked towards the bridge to cross the huge lake. The bridge was as old as I didn't know. It was made of strong woods and it had a railing of iron net and ropes too. The only thing that was scary was the sound it made whenever someone crosses it. I signaled her to walk with me and we both stepped on the bridge. It created and screeching sound and I felt her holding my hand in fear. The bridge always seems as if it would break any moment, but it never happened.

It had been a lot easier earlier. When it felt like ages had past, the pain finally faded. I turned towards my parents, they both looking at me worriedly. You okay sweetie? I nodded, nuzzling them both. A low howl let everyone turn their attention towards Alpha Richard. We’ll be moving through the woods from the East side

Without hesitation, Luis Park let a tearful smile. "I will cherish this life and forever." He prayed. Then he stood up. He walked away. Far from the bridge, he saw 2 people. The mother of Nayna, Hide and the other woman. When he is near he stopped. "Congratulations son. You really took that hard. That bridge was actually "The Bridge of Temptations." Hide explained. "The Bridge of Temptations was actually a real temptation. The illustration of a real-life scenario. That bridge is also known as The Bridge Across the Time. It was depicted in your mind, soul and body. Your love ones will show up especially the woman of your life. " She explained.

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.

The living room transforms into our private dance floor, devoid of any music but filled with the sweet melody of understanding and reconciliation. We sway together, a slow dance that transcends the need for a musical backdrop. In that intimate moment, I feel a profound sense of happiness. The past misunderstandings and unspoken tensions melt away as we move in harmony, a physical manifestation of the emotional connection we've rediscovered. The room is filled with the quiet rustle of clothes, the gentle rhythm of our synchronized movements, and the unspoken promise that this is a new beginning. Our slow dance becomes a celebration, not just of patched-up differences but of a love that has we