Dog Suicide Bridge Novels & Stories

NICHOLAS MILLER. Everything I've done all these last years hasn't been worth it, apparently I'll carry a kind of curse all my life, first they take away the position of the best businessman and now they take away the girl I'm loving. What else will come for me ? I took the main avenue, this time I accelerated my car so much that I wanted it to crash into anything to stop this suffering. Today I realized that money cannot do everything. I took the tunnel and just watched light after light go by from the other cars that dazzled me. I arrived at my favorite place, it was the Manhattan suspension bridge, this was where I came to destroy myself , I parked the car at the top to go down.

Just, I want to say not tonight, I want to keep this off for few extra days, but a storm is coming, and I can't have another night out in the cold, being homeless is not fun. I walked off the bridge, it's my favorite place in the whole of the town, in the summer me and mom used to feed ducks from here, but in winter, it's beautiful, coldly beautiful. I walked toward the auction house, there's one in the big cities, and even small ones, vampires like to choose their pets from all over the world, there's an auction once monthly if I'm lucky I'll join tomorrow's auction.

"Nothing he has to say is important, Rain. I will let him go as soon as you join me on The Bridge." Adam managed to get one word out. Though it was muffled and hard to understand, Rain knew exactly what he had said. "No." Rain hesitated. Her eyes flickered from Mother White’s face to Adam's. Could she trust this woman? Probably not. Chances were, the moment that Rain stepped up on The Bridge, Mother White would kill Adam anyway. And then what? Could Reig overpower the woman and get away? She didn't think so. "Why The Bridge? You have to know as well as I do that The Bridge doesn't offer anybody a new opportunity at life, don't you? The Bridge kills people. Everyone knows that.”

“They’re going to kill themselves.” “They’re going to get killed,” Talen observed as the guards above them opened fire. The next second a body flew over the edge of the bridge and landed not far from where they stood, the Van Helsing’s body in a mangled tangle of limbs and blood from impact with the bonnet of the heavy-duty Zeus Forest Works Ute that pulled up on the road. A second 4WD drive pulled up just behind. “Ah, f-k,” Talen added as the rear passenger door opened and a woman leaned out.

In an instant, the flat bridge turned into a cliff! If Naomi rushed forward, she would only end up falling into the turbulent sea, and she would die without a place to be buried! "What are you doing! This might kill someone! Put down the bridge!" "Go away! This is underground racing! Don't come if you can't have fun!" Susan was pushed to the ground by the staff. At this time, Naomi looked at the high-rise bridge deck and pursed her lips. She stepped on the accelerator to the floor and turned on all the liquid nitrogen devices!

A few minutes later, both the car and motorcycle reached the end of the bridge and were able to drive faster once they were out of the metal ground. "Now!" His scream echoed in the woods as they drove further. Without looking back, he already knew they were far enough from what was about to erupt. Daimon pressed a button creating a loud and deafening sound at the very start of the bridge. The noise was so loud that everyone cringed from the screeching noise. Those who were driving in the middle of the bridge felt eerie. It felt like the bridge to their deaths. Turns out, their worst fear and the worst thing that could happen in this scenario would come true. The bridge went out with a bang.

He just kept on walking confidently without as much as a sideways glance. Ahead in the shadows, leaning casually against a stack of battered shipping crates, was Douglas Vazquez…thin, eagle eyed, and reeking of smugness even from across the warehouse. Two of his men stood beside him, each holding a semi automatic with an indifference that suggested they had used them far too often. Vazquez spread his arms. “Moretti,” he called with a grin that was too wide to be anything but insolent. “I was beginning to think you’d lost your balls somewhere in Europe.”

They were watching a documentary about financial markets. I drove until I got to the river, then I parked my old Honda near the pedestrian bridge. The air was cold, damp and smelled like smoke from vehicle exhausts. The water below was black and looked scary but it looked like salvation. I walked to the middle of the bridge. The city lights were pretty and shiny. They distracted me from the water beneath the bridge. I stood there for maybe 5 hours. It should be about 2 AM currently. Do my parents know I am not back home yet? Would anybody miss me if I died? I needed someone to save me but help was not forthcoming. I was utterly alone.

Over a fucking bridge. “That step has not been necessary tonight,” and it is the grizzled Egdar’s turn to look unsteady on his feet, his cheeks beetroot red. But maybe his family can name a face. Relief washes over me that I am not pretending to be Elle in front of a man whose family I killed. “Our business is complete. Keep that bridge open. Permanently. Nobody is to be stopped from crossing.” “Of course, bless you, Luna Elle. And may I add, you have the most blessed face. A true beauty. Such cruel rumours about your nose spread by those vicious rags.”

It seems like if you jumped down from the bridge, the water will devour your whole body and you will eventually end up dying in it. “Just by staring at the waves beneath as if I’m out of breath,” I exclaimed loudly. Samael gave me a bizarre glance. “Do you believe it’s merely a river? You’re mistaken because it’s highly crystalline acids, and your body will gradually dissolve if you fall in this bridge or touched it, which is where killing me slowly comes in.” I was taken aback by what he said. “You’re serious, right? Has anyone dared to jump onto the bridge?” I wondered.