Breathe The Novel Novels & Stories

She looked up, confusion giving way to disbelief. "Then how is this possible?" Leonard held her gaze for a long moment before answering. "They're breathing." A heavy silence settled between them. "They're getting oxygen." Another pause. He lowered his voice. "Their bodies just... aren't using it."

"I'm sorry I asked. . . ." "Don't be. You didn't mean anything by it." She paused. "My mother and father were given this Book for their wedding, but my mom was the one who claimed it first. She read it all the time, especially whenever she was going through a hard time in her life. There's something about this book and the story in it, it's always give me the answers I am searching for." I thought about the miscarriages. Amelia went on. "She loved to read it at night, before she went to sleep, and she had it with her in the hospital when I was born. When my father found out that she had died, he carried this book and me out of

Ellie said controlling her breathing from the tight grip “Let go of me you son of…” “Shh” He breath down her neck, her back was to his front, her legs barely touching the ground making her Shiver down to her bone

More than grateful. All this while, it had felt like my lungs were clogged with invisible lumps of dust and I couldn't breathe fully. But with this, I could breathe and not only could I breathe, I could breathe fresh air. Clean fresh air. At first, they were heavy breaths as I inhaled and exhaled but as the seconds ticked by, my breathing normalized, my head clearing. "Are you okay?"

ᴵ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ, ˢᵒ ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵇˡᵒʷˢ ᵐʸ ᵉᵇᵒⁿʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵖ, ˡ'ˡˡ...

A small, clear voice—hers, yet not hers—emerged from the chaos: “Breathe. Just breathe.” She obeyed, slowly, shakily. Inhale… exhale… Inhale… exhale… The voices faltered, momentarily confused by the rhythm. She clung to the small, tangible sensations: the rough carpet under her palms, the steady thump of her heartbeat, the faint hum of the radiator.

breathe in one two three four five breathe out one two three four five breathe in one two three four five breathe out one two three four five breathe in one two three four five breathe out one two three four five The feeling of an indescribable tiredness spread through Gretel, and she simply wanted to do nothing but lie there, completely perfectly conscious, but still do nothing, her mind completely blank and unwilling to think any full, conscious thoughts.

One more— Breath.

Until then: breathe. One breath at a time.

A vast, cavernous space that she could feel but not see, and in the center of the space, something was breathing. She could hear it. A slow, rhythmic sound, like the tide, like a heartbeat, like the turning of the earth. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. And with each breath, the dark became a little less dark, until she could see the outline of what was before her.