Bridge To Terabithia Audiobook Novels & Stories

They knew better. I remember one day when Venus came home from school and she walked straight past Zeus without even looking at him. This was a few months before we left for training. Venus had just turned twelve at the time. After bribing her with chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk he got her to tell him what was wrong. Apparently a group of boys at school were always picking on her about not having any friends. Normally she handled it well. Able to give it right back to them. Venus had always chosen to keep to herself. We knew she thought friends were a waste of time. She was constantly studying, or reading, or just listening to music. She said friends would come later, but for rig

The carriage gave a lurch forward as the black stallions started their trek toward the dreary castle once more. It snowed on the way the trees dusted with fresh white powder and the mountains gleamed in the sun. The cold air did not bother me instead it rejuvenated my energy and I felt at home. This landscape was my home. The castle was not my home however. It’s obsidian walls and towers were a dark reminder that this was not meant to be. This land was not supposed to be so empty and dark. The carriage creaked as it rolled onto the only bridge that crossed The Divide leading to the castles main gates. I shuddered whatever had made that scaring crevice was not natural. Emma hid her head in my

" I held her. Three-year-old who shouldn't understand this. Shouldn't accept this. Shouldn't be this. But was. Was all of it. Was bridge and toddler and servant and child all simultaneously. "You're amazing," I whispered. "You're you're better than any of us. Stronger. Braver. More everything. And I'm sorry. So sorry you have to be this. Have to carry this. Have to be bridge at three. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry," Haven said. Patting my back. Comforting me. Three-year-old comforting adult. Being bridge is hard but also good. I help people. I heal people. I make thousands less scared. Less alone. Less hurt. That's that's good.

The whole structure trembled under them, wood complaining but holding. Caleb’s face was tight with concentration. “I hate bridges.” Gabriel walked alongside, one hand hovering near the railing but not touching it. “Most bridges don’t care.” “That’s not comforting.” “Wasn’t meant to be.” They reached the far side. Only then did Evelyn breathe fully. One by one, the vehicles crossed. The second made it cleanly. The third slipped halfway across when the rear tire hit mud on the approach and came onto the bridge at a bad angle. Wood shrieked. Someone inside screamed. The truck lurched toward the broken side rail.

The transition through the Bridge didn’t feel like a simple shunt through space; it felt like a violent, psychic drowning. One moment, the screaming chaos of Aetheris was tearing my eardrums apart, and the next, there was a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight. My vision smeared into a kaleidoscope of emerald and white before the world solidified with a jarring, bone-deep thud.

Stuffed animals lined the shelves, their button eyes twinkling mischievously. Theo's small hands eagerly reached for a stack of picture books, their pages adorned with whimsical illustrations. Hazel's voice carried a melody of excitement and anticipation as she read aloud, bringing the characters to life. Theo's eyes widened with each turn of the page, his imagination taking flight. As the story unfolded, Hazel's voice rose and fell, painting vivid pictures in their minds. They journeyed through enchanted forests, where talking animals whispered secrets and magical beings danced in moonlit clearings. Hazel's voice was a gentle breeze, carrying them away to far-off lands filled with endless p