The Bridge Series Novels & Stories

“PART ONE: Boarding “Men’s courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead . . . ” —Charles Dickens” ONE HUNDRED AND THREE: James Bridge “We have two cemeteries and no hospitals—so drive carefully”, read the sign coming into James Bridge. The population at the time was marked at a firm 2022. Outsiders built homes in its vacant lots, leaving neighbors scratching their heads, wondering what spell The Bridge cast over those not born there. Surrounded by vineyards and two hours northwest of Sydney, it was a highway town passed through on the way to somewhere better.

V. Blue bridge is a small town in the country, it's supposed to be a quiet place where people can co exist and live in peace. It's supposed to be a sanitarium but it's not infact it's the opposite, a small town that's supposed to be cute and peaceful is a town filled with constant bad news and deaths of youths and teens.

The siblings followed when it was proven that the bridge is strong enough to hold them. But as they crossed, Cassie being the last of all, felt something is happening behind her she turn her her head and saw the bridge dissintigates as she lift her foot to take another step, as the mountain behind them slowly faded into view. "Anda quick the bridge is dissintigrating!!!" She yelled, as Deo on the other side looks on instead of helping them by pulling the ropes. As their feet landed on safe ground they turn to look behind them and catched a glimpse of the falling of the last rocks that lead them there and the last sights of the mountain that faded into view as if it was never there in the fi

If a bridge was truly what they were looking for, clearly they had found it. Caleb took her hand and led her towards the bridge, merging with the traffic. She looked up, and was overwhelmed at the sight. It was unlike any bridge she had ever seen. Its entrance was heralded by a huge, arched gate, with guards on either side. At its top were multiple spikes, on which sat severed heads, blood dripping from their throats, impaled on the spikes. It was a gruesome sight, and Caitlin averted her gaze. "I remember this," sighed Caleb. “From centuries ago. This is how they always adorned their bridges: with heads of prisoners. They do it as a warning to other criminals.”

August's POV We just looked at the river. He is not ordinary in my eyes. It's not red, but there's a lot of fog on top of it and I don't know why it's like that. It's also wide, the river seems to be half a kilometer wide before the other side. "Are you serious Lucas that there is no bridge here?" Angel Grace asked in disbelief. "Roooooooooo!" Fyro is second. "Watch this," Lucas said and he put his hand on the ground suddenly some vines collided and he started to cross the river that was forming a bridge but before he could stop, the bridge suddenly broke and turned to ashes! What the fuck?!

August's POV We just looked at the river. He is not ordinary in my eyes. It's not red, but there's a lot of fog on top of it and I don't know why it's like that. It's also wide, the river seems to be half a kilometer wide before the other side. "Are you serious Lucas that there is no bridge here?" Angel Grace asked in disbelief. "Roooooooooo!" Fyro is second. "Watch this," Lucas said and he put his hand on the ground suddenly some vines collided and he started to cross the river that was forming a bridge but before he could stop, the bridge suddenly broke and turned to ashes! What the fuck?!

Per Beta Jansen’s command to check the sturdiness of the bridge we built. Well, if it doesn't go well, we’ll basically be picked up as drowned corpses in the unrelenting river below. Good thing we managed to cross and return in one piece. As I hoped, the bridge remained solid under our feet. Thank the Moon Goddess for that. Although I wouldn’t mind if Alpha Cain’s car will pass here and eventually find himself dropping in a cruel height and plunging into the Marianne River dramatically. It would be a fucking great scene to watch, I suppose.

The bridge still stood. Cracked. Fractured. But unyielding—a skeleton of a promise arched between the twin cliffs of Elthelion’s Reach, spanning a wound in the world so deep even the bravest cartographers left it nameless. Once, this place had been a hymn: the Bridge of Accord, hallowed by oaths and the trembling hush of hope. It was here that Elara of Flame and Theron of Bone set aside their swords, not as enemies, but as architects of a gentler age.

EVERYTHING. They’d ask too many questions if we didn’t put it all out there. So Bridge and I and Layla sat them both down and told them the truth. About the mafia… about the rat … everything. They both cried a lot. But they wouldn’t say anything. I knew that. They’d come and seen her and brought flowers and balloons and cards. Bridge had stayed here for two days straight and I had to make her go home and rest. Soon as she left she came back ten minutes later with a huge stuffed reindeer. It’s sleeping in the bed with Emery now.