Bridge To Terabithia Novels & Stories

The bridge was only as wide as Cassian's shoulders. Askar stopped at the foot of the bridge. He could go no further. He rubbed his head against Kieran's leg to say goodbye and gave him courage. The stone wolves stopped too, standing still as statues. Their soft light blended into the glow of the cave. Their job was finished. The rest was for the family alone. Cassian set Kieran down. The boy stood up, looking across the bridge toward the island and the lake of liquid below. His small face was pale, and his dark eyes were wide with fear.

Finian could almost see his reflection in the brightness on his powder-blue moccasins. Intrigued, the boy bent to pat the animal, but it turned its head to him, blinked its smooth black and pink eyes twice and skittered down the path. Dazed and still intrigued, he stumbled after it. Down the straight path to where the air got darker and the path windier, and then up the path as it meandered uphill. Until they finally reached a long brick bridge.

One entrance going to the library is through a bridge that connects it to the castle. It looks like a kid at heart designed it. The roof is made of an open book, and the edges are the spine of the book. There is also a waiting area outside which are just stone benches that are made to look like stacks of books. It is so amazing that I almost forgot the reason why I am here at two in the morning. I am thirty minutes late though because Theo is being such a workaholic that after the party, he still worked on some documents, before hitting the bed.

A deep inhale filled me with the sweet scent of earth, reminding me so much of Liam I almost wept. Shaylee was going to ruin me. Incredibly green grass and a carpet of multi-hued flowers lined the path as we turned in a slow bend to the right, heading for the river. A tall, elaborately curved bridge, spiraling white and gold metal with a base of polished stone, connected the two banks. I half expected a herd of unicorns to trot by and snorted at the idea. Then again, I'd met dragons, hadn't I? Best not to laugh when I didn't know what to expect.

Such a beautiful bridge… Shall we go there? The humpbacked stone bridge appears to be very old, artfully illuminated by a pair of lanterns along the edges and framed by lush willows. Having reached its highest point, Keith leans against the wide railing, inhaling the air cool from the water, filled with the aroma of flowers and mud. Some insects chirp in the grass, and right under the bridge a fish splashes heavily, which they must have disturbed with their late walk. "Are you really a werewolf?" No kidding? Hank asks with a smile, looking at her profile.

Kaiden tried to push his horse, but no matter how hard he did, he just couldn't meet up. His heart spiked with fear as he noticed how close they were to the rocky bridge. The bridge was suspended in the air above a lake filed with stones at the bottom. The bridge itself was lined with sharp rocks at the edge and there were two high walls that demarcated and directed the flow of the water. Odessa’s horse made a harsh bump and her body lurches forward, falling to the ground, back first. Her body began to roll towards the edge of the bridge with, accelerating by each turn she made.

Then she turned around and started to run. My eyes blazed in fiery red. I couldn't let her get away after Harriet sacrificed all her strength to weaken her. As the fierce growl tore at my throat, I stormed toward the bridge, and Felix was right behind me. As soon as my feet touched the bridge, the ground started to shake again. The witch was almost on the other side of the bridge, and I could hear her laughter right before another avalanche of rocks fell right behind me. Terror washed over me. The entrance to the bridge I had passed a second ago was now tightly blocked by stones.

he muttered, watching Grant tear across after her. Paul was next, and while he wasn’t slow, his speed was nothing compared to theirs. He tossed his Beretta across first, Margie catching it, thinking he might be able to move a little faster that way. As he sprinted across, the bridge bucked and quaked as if something enormous was underneath it, and he’d almost reached the other shore when a large purple tentacle stretched out of the water, aiming for his waist.

We got to a meadow where I could see the grasshoppers migrating around the fields, he held one of my hands as we paced quickly then we went through an ancient bridge where i witnessed some beautiful sceneries, at this point i just trusted my guts that Tyler hasn't lost his sanity and truly believed that his surprise was worth it. They were fine swamps around with flamingos flocking around, immediately we were off the bridge, we both looked ahead and saw a house on the hill, the house looked like a slaughter house from what I deduced but I left all doubts aside, Tyler got to the door and opened it like he owned the place. “What is this place?”

It clattered, teetered on the far edge, and held, forming a narrow, treacherous path over the fiery drop. “COME ON!” Anton roared, holding out his hand. Sabatine stared at the makeshift bridge, at the flames licking at its middle, at Anton’s outstretched hand on the other side. There was no time for fear, for calculation. There was only trust. He ran. Two steps onto the brass beam. It wobbled violently under his weight. A flame caught his trouser leg. He didn’t slow. He kept his eyes locked on Anton’s. He was halfway across when the beam, superheated and stressed, began to buckle in the middle with a sickening groan.