I am the Bridge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Long ago i was not a bridge. I lived on an island in the sky..

Long ago I was not a bridge. I lived on an island in the sky with my best friend, Honey. We adventured our island all day everyday and rarely ever had a dull moment. We climbed mountain trees, ate firefruit, and got lost in the mint green fog. Him and I, we had it all. Everything was right.

One day, Honey and I were staring at the sky. We had climbed every mountain tree we could find, we no longer enjoyed losing ourselves in the fog, and were practically puking firefruit. I still loved it there though; still enjoyed finding peace in the island that was all our own, even if the adventures had become repetitive. Honey, on the other hand, was longing to move on. I didn’t want to leave, but Honey was all I had, so we set off to find a way out. We discovered new paths, new grounds, and new places to be. I tried to make this adventure as much fun as I could, but no matter how hard I tried, Honey still wanted to leave. He said that just because it was different scenery didn’t mean it was any better or anymore exciting. It was still the same island and he wanted more. None of my efforts were getting through to him, but I stayed with him and continued on.

Eventually we stumbled upon a giant wooden bridge. A strong aura of change lingered around us. This was the answer to all of our questions. A strangle purple fog had completely engulfed any sight of what waited beyond the bridge. There was no possible way of knowing what was on the other side. This in itself terrified me. Honey grinned bravely. He grabbed my hand and took off hurriedly down the bridge. I could almost feel his adrenaline pumping its way through my body. Probably half way down, I stopped. I couldn’t see how he could so easily leave behind our safe little world to go to the unknown. I loved our island. For all we knew, we could’ve been running to our own death. Honey tugged my hand and encouraged me to keep moving. I couldn’t. I sat down right in the middle of the bridge and refused to budge. He only shrugged and told me that, when I was ready,meet me on the other side. He gave me the most brilliant smile I had ever seen and ran off to the world awaiting him.

I sat on that bridge for a long while. What do I do? I didn’t have the answer. If I leave behind the island I might never see it again. I could be stuck in a world of unhappiness. Thoughts and questions built up in my head. I found the choice to be impossible. So I sat and pondered and waited. Over time, I began to hear little voices. At first they were just small whispers. Then they grew very real and very clear. They would say simple words like “go” or “choose”. Like small nudges to get me to make a decision. I wouldn’t though. Choosing was too difficult when the possibilities were endless. And so the bridge swallowed me. Swallowed me. I didn’t know what had happened until I heard another angel-like voice.

“I am the bridge. You have refused to make a choice. You couldn’t let go of your past but you couldn’t let go of your future. From now on, you will help others cross. You will nudge those who have trouble with making decisions, and you will be strong and sturdy for those who make their choices surely. You can not leave until there is another who refuses to make the decision. Now you are the bridge. I wish you the best” It said and then faded away.

I amthe bridge. I am strong and sturdy and lead other to their destiny. I nudge those with troubles and help them find their way. I was always too afraid to make the decisions I needed to make for myself. I was caught in the in-between. One day, someone will come along and refuse the choice too. No matter how hard I’ll try, they’ll neverchooseand they will be swallowed like I once was. Only then can I leave this place, move on to find Honey and be happy with him once more. But for now, I amthe bridge.


Submitted: March 06, 2012

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Snowflake7

You have such a beautiful mind, just absolutely stunning, great job :D

Tue, March 6th, 2012 4:32am

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thabk you love :)

Mon, March 5th, 2012 8:53pm

Laci Denver

Oh gosh, this was amazing! While I was reading there was this sense of mystery and intrigue! Not many writers can accomplish that!!! Two thumbs up!!! Also if you have time, would you mind checking out the new novel I started - Love is its own Little Miracle??? If not that's okay, but I thought I'd ask. :)

Thu, April 12th, 2012 10:09pm

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thanks for reading :) yeah i can check it out sometime ^.^

Thu, April 12th, 2012 6:38pm

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