Bridge For Dummies Novels & Stories

It is easier to infiltrate the quad if they have gaps in their stronghold. We approach the bridge, and harder it is to conceal my presence with just the trees and shadow. Although these lots seem to be dull, they are still honed by the battles they have fought. Spotting ambush is one of their known skills. Two pillars made of bricks from each end of the bridge stand tall amidst the dark. The twin was seldom used to cross over the Inner Gate, being that the use of the main road was more convenient, and other, you'd have to deal with the thieves and some bandits.

I looked at the kids, then at the ticking timer on my data-deck. < 65 HOURS, 52 MINUTES. > "Okay," I exhaled a sharp breath, dropping to my knees at the very edge of the cliff. I pulled my heavy interface cables from my rig. "But I can't just build a static bridge. The ambient Origin-Code in the kids isn't infinite. To span a mile, the bridge has to be dynamic. It will only exist directly under our tires. I have to build it right in front of the vanguard, and it will dissolve right behind the rear guard."

I stood up quickly and turned to the bridge again; now seeing the pins bend even more. And as I made to move, I heard a snap. I looked up and saw one wooden pin already leaving a hole in the sand as it came out in a sharp movement. Then the other followed. And they both pulled out of the ground. They made a sound like someone cracked like a whip, as the other wooden pins flew out of the sand and sent the entire bridge falling. The vine railings loosed from each other and snapped cut; making the bridge's frame crumble inside itself as it suddenly swung down through the deep valley.

I must be heading straight for the river, I thought to myself. The bridge was short, only about 20 or 30 feet. The water was only a few feet below it but not moving fast. The rickety, man-made creation appeared old but sturdy. I could jump in and swim down the river or continue down the bridge and maybe get ahead of the beast. Not having enough time to weigh the options, I decided to cross the river. I darted along the bouncing boards held by rope as fast as I could. My naked feet were inflamed, swollen, and bleeding. I cringed with each step as they connected with the wood, skimming across the top and grabbing splinters on the way. As I reached the end, I peeked back to see the beast peerin

I started taking one step at a time as I tried to feel where my feet were stepping on to. “Too slow!” Ace was behind, breathing down at me menacingly. “I’m trying! All our previous falls gave me fear of heights!” I told him and started inching forward. I heard Ace let out a sigh of frustration then the bridge started to move. I let out a scream before turning back to glare at him. For some reason, I could see what was behind me but not what was in front of me. I guess this is a part of the bridge’s illusion that temps people to walk back.

Spanning the chasm was a bridge— constructed entirely from the skeleton of a colossal dragon. Its ribs arched upward, forming countless supports along the span. Beneath it lay a pitch-dark, bottomless abyss that made all four girls swallow hard in unison. “Move.” Frigg patted her chest and stepped onto the dragon-bone bridge, striding forward at a brisk pace. “Don’t look down. Do not look down.” The three girls behind her followed hesitantly. Then Flara accidentally kicked a loose stone, stumbled, and cried out. The stone slid along the edge of the bone bridge and fell into the chasm,

The Bridge offices occupied two floors of a building in King's Cross that had been a Victorian warehouse before it was anything else, and Jack had kept the exposed brick and the original iron columns because he liked the reminder that things could be repurposed without losing what made them sound. He was twenty-nine and had been running the company for eleven years, since the app he had built at fifteen had become something larger than either he or anyone else had initially imagined it could be.

Blake’s Pov “Touch her again,” I heard Ridge say, his voice like gravel sliding over stone. It was low enough that it didn’t carry far, but sharp enough to cut the air clean through, “and you’ll spend the rest of the day trying to remember how to use your damn hands.”

The night before we are supposed to make our marriage official at the town hall, I decide to leave my fiance, Don Luca Camorra. For five years, Luca's friends have believed I'm nothing more than a gold digger. No one believes it more than Giulia Sereni, the girl who grew up alongside him. She claims that a woman like me—a girl who claws her way out of the slums—can never hide the greed in her eyes. So, to prove that I love Luca for who he is, not for his money, I don't spend a single cent of his money throughout all those years. Even the engagement rings we exchanged five years ago are carved from wood. But when Giulia finds out, she only sneers. "Someone who asks for nothing usu

Michael says as he moves to the bridge and begins to cross it, and that was exactly what I was afraid of, because the thing looked like it was ready to cave with its next person to use it. Now in the middle of the bridge, Michael begins to jump on it, as if to show us that it is safe, as he says, “See, it’s perfectly safe.” But just as the words leave his lips, I hear the sound of something beginning to crack, and I knew that it had to be the bridge giving away.