The Time Bridge… a Short Story

Not so long ago I was asked by my seven year old son to write a story incorporating time travel, knights, a battle and a boy not so very different from himself. It was a challenge that took me as far from  writing about outdoor adventures as it did from the exploits of Yuri Medev but I enjoyed  it enough to think about doing another one soon.   The result was “The Time Bridge” which is five short chapters in a pdf file after the introduction which you can read here or download for free to read later. Let me know what you think…

Dan crouched down behind the large oak tree where he was out of sight of the path. He could hear the faint noise of traffic from the main road behind him as he strained his ears to hear where they were. He would be safe if he could get to the road. If only he’d waited at school for his mum he would have been all right. She had said that she would be just a little bit later than usual today and he’d thought he would meet up with her along the path. Even if his mum wasn’t there yet there would be grown ups; perhaps that man who walked his dog or the lady with the orange coat on her way to the corner shop. It was near but so were they; Darren Hall and his mates. They were somewhere behind and they were now shouting to him.

    “We know you’re there so you better come out… Yeah or else we’ll push you in the nettles.”

The bigger boys were between Dan and the road – between him and safety. They had seen him as he’d left the school gates and chased him down into the woods behind the school. Perhaps he should have carried on towards home but they would probably have caught him before he reached the road and there were those big nettle bushes by the path. He wondered where this path went. If he carried on down the hill he was bound to come out somewhere and he could make his way back up past the other side of the school along the main road. Darren and his bullies would probably have given up and gone by then.

His mum had always told him not to go by the main road as it was dangerous and some of the cars went far too fast but if he was careful… what if someone saw him though? Would he get into trouble? He could hear voices whispering somewhere behind him in the bushes; they were getting closer but had not seen him yet so he quietly left the shelter of the large tree and made his way as quietly as possible down the path worried that the older boys would hear his heart pounding. He was wondering where exactly they were when there was a shout behind him…

>>> Read the rest of The Time Bridge

 

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About Pete Buckley

I'm Pete Buckley the UK based indie author of "The Colonel of Krasnoyarsk" a high speed adventure thriller in which the reader is introduced to Russian Agent Colonel Yuri Medev and Jim Bergman of the FBI who must overcome political differences and work together to defeat a dangerous enemy - perhaps some of our politicians should read it to find out how. I have just finished the next Yuri Medev adventure entitled "The Kirov Conspiracy" due for release soon, while previously I wrote a couple of travel stories about various wonderful places such as New Zealand and the Swiss Alps. Aside from writing, travel has always been a big inspiration with hiking, biking and the outdoors taking up much of my time when I'm not looking after the kids. Thanks for visiting.
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One Response to The Time Bridge… a Short Story

  1. Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
    A great little story based on a prompt from Pete’s 7 year old son 👍😃

    Liked by 1 person

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