Under The Bridge Book Review Novels & Stories

I thought the scenery is surreal. Subconsciously, I begin traveling along the grassy path down the hill and towards the border where a golden-steeled bridge lies in wait. Two waterfalls splash from both sides like a curtain framing the bridge. Below, the river flows endlessly far from where a naked eye could see. Then, I look up towards the other end of the bridge and there’s nothing but a barren land covered in misty fog. “Do I continue?” I mutter to myself.

Bridge endured so Hope could finally, truly, completely become nothing. Bridge suffered. Hope rested. Exchange was made. Price was paid. Bridge suffered. Forever. Willingly. For Hope. And that suffering was beautiful. Was meaningful. Was exactly right. Bridge suffered. Hope rested. Love made it so. Forever.

The bridge that led home that we were meant to cross over had collapsed and there was nothing but a huge chasm between where we were and where we needed to go. There was no way we could jump over that huge gap except we wanted to fall to our death. Based on what I heard, the bridge on this open hole was strong and there could be only one reason that it had caved in and fallen into the gap underneath it. The rogues. Those bastards must have anticipated that they wouldn't win the battle and destroyed the bridge so we would all die here together even if we win the battle. Sick fuckers. They kept on surprising me when I had thought I had them figured out. Anytime I thought there was no evil they

In this world, what could be worse than the secrets and lies that deny to come to light even when a small group of people already knew about them? Just exactly the small group of people who can set on fire the world once the secrets and lies out, but preferred to just stay quiet and watch their own world burning.

I flow from this book you gave in the last of the under fifteen minutes. Me over my head, like a shocked reader of those backward zeroes printed in the purchase receipt: in love with the lola magic over the bridge I couldn’t pull out, play nor call a trick to make some obese scene consume a page, swallow a space- giving mystery before you could ever figure it out. Hardly a night passes I drown in the disobedient waters of now, for I punctuate once, twice

The bridge linked two cliffs together, and in between these two cliffs is a rushing river, with jagged stone spikes all over the sides and even some in the river. “The Passage to the Underworld,” my brother says suddenly, making me jump. Holding my hand over my chest, I punch my brother over and over again. “I’m sorry,” my brother says, shielding himself. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I’m started to understand why the people called this place the Passage to the Underworld.” “And yet,” I say, looking at the rope bridge. “Here we are.” “Yeah,” my brother laughs. “I know. Come on, let’s go.”

“And she is desperate. That makes her dangerous.” The two men pushed forward until the road dipped and passed beneath an ancient stone bridge. The structure was old enough to have survived wars, storms, and time itself. Thick green moss spread across the stones, and dark water stains marked the arch. Under the bridge, the world was colder, colder even than the open air. The shadows swallowed them whole. They stopped only because they had to. Ethan’s legs trembled. His jaw clenched with pain as he lowered himself onto the ground. Luca crouched beside him and handed over the water bottle. Only a few sips remained.

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.

Was something wrong with the baby? They parted. Aria glanced at me, just once, then turned her head away like she hadn’t. A growl burned in my throat. I swallowed it and motioned for Nyssa to lead. The bridge came into view soon after. Solid. Man-made. Mechanical. It could be raised from the far side. Smart design. The river below was fast and deep. A natural defense. A man stepped forward and lowered the bridge. He waved. Too easily. Too friendly. They had defenses. That meant they knew danger. Yet they were letting us walk straight in.

A book fell from a bookshelf before the shelves’ bottom support succumbed and books cascaded down into a pile. In the living room, another narrow crack snaked across the ceiling. The ceiling creaked, its cracks spreading, until it came apart. Several cardboard boxes from the attic crashed down into the living room floor. The boxes split apart and photographs poured across the carpet. V One minute, Jake Grant drove over the River Bridge. The next, water submerged everything and his car became a water-filled steel prison. He sucked in his next breath almost without thinking. The heavy dose of oxygen sustained him as he instinctively fought his way out. He pushed and kicked against the force th