In The Guardian of Bridges, a pair of children discover a strange stream governed by forgotten rules. What happens when they try to understand what they’ve found? This modern fairy tale is set against a snow-blanketed forest, and it follows two young friends who stumble upon an unfamiliar stream that shouldn’t exist. As they try to make sense of this new intrusion into their trusted sanctuary, something ancient begins to stir. The unsettling quiet, the thick snow, and the eerie atmosphere paint a world that feels both magical and menacing.
This piece’s ambiance is amplified with my original piece, Eerie Stroll. The combination of blues and story unfolds like a shadowy fairy tale, one that slowly tightens its grip on the viewer. This music underscores every step, decision, and echo in the woods. It creates a tension that lingers long after the final moment. If you’re drawn to suspenseful tales rich with childhood mystery and folklore horror, then this episode was made for you.
Eerie Stroll sets the tone for a story where unease builds slowly, with each breath and falling flake.
Behind the Scenes:
When I pulled this story from my website, memories of its creation stirred within my mind. Unfortunately, they were buried too deep and clouded by time for me to remember anything about the why of this tale, let alone what served as the basis for the tale. However, based on the timeframe of its original publication, I believe the prompt I used was a random NYC Midnight pulled from their backlog of old prompts. Like a few recent revisits, I’m surprised by how strong this one still feels at its core, despite the needed polish to bring it to a level I’m happy to publish.
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Click here or use Rumble, if you prefer, to experience this mingling of story and music that is good for the soul. However, if you’d rather read the story, here’s the beginning of the tale.
Once upon a time, two neighborhood friends, a boy and a girl, spent every free moment playing in the woods behind their homes, even when snow-covered. The forest felt far more familiar than home, thanks to their countless hours spent there. Its silent beauty always hid a faint, mysterious edge beneath the snow. Their parents only had one rule regarding this favored playground. They had to stay close to their homes.
Unfortunately, today, both children pushed the boundaries of their familiar domain with excessive zeal. While they were investigating, they eventually came across a stream flowing through their snow-topped forest playground. The girl turned toward her friend. “Where did this stream come from?”
The girl studied the unnaturally quiet forest. This stream didn’t exist when they were here yesterday, and the snow remained undisturbed. “Something about this thing feels… strange. Streams don’t magically appear overnight. Besides, where are all the animals?”
“I don’t know,” the boy replied as he stared at the stream, captivated by its simple beauty. After a few moments of silence, he looked towards his friend, saying, “But we should cross it and see where it goes.”
The little girl gestured at the stream. “We can’t jump that, and I’m not getting soaked for your fun.”
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