Breathing Styles Ideas Novels & Stories

By the third ring, I sighed loudly and tossed the phone to the couch. “This is nuts!” My toes tingled, my foot couldn't stop tapping. Maybe it was the coffee or maybe it wasn't, but the memories and the thrill that ran down my spine had a role to.play. I exhaled. “I need to calm down, a lot is happening!” My tone was slightly higher than before. I practiced breathing. The very same tactics I saw on television one time. I pressed my eyelids hard against each other and dragged a deep breath in. After some minutes, my breathing leveled again, I let out a deep sigh and then opened my eyes.

I don’t give her the pleasure of a response but instead ask one of the other instructors if it’s okay for me to do a few laps to warm up which he says yes and I start jogging right away. The others file in one after the other, some join in on the jog and others simply sit around conversing, I stop my rounds after my fourth lap that’s when the instructor glows the whistle to round us up. “Stand in your groups” we do as we are told and gather in our groups “now for your first task we will do some breathing exercises, we will first demonstrate how to control your breathing to slow it down to the point of having your enemies think you’re dead or in certain circumstances help you to camouflage if

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. Meera looks up, her brow furrowing. “Nerves?” she asks, her tone softening. “Or is this about Hayley?” I hesitate, unsure how to answer. Maybe it’s both. Maybe it’s everything. “Hey,” Meera says, leaning forward slightly. “Breathe with me, okay? Four counts in, hold for four, four counts out. Repeat.” I nod, closing my eyes and mimicking her steady rhythm. The exercise feels a little silly at first, but with each exhale, the tightness in my chest loosens just a fraction.

She said and calmed down a little. "Breathing exercises." She remembered and sat down. She wore her slipper back and breathed in peace. She raised her eyes and rolled them over. "In" She inhaled as hard as she could. Out" she exhaled as hard as she could. She closed her eyes and folded her legs like it was a sit. She did the wai sign and did distractive yoga. She tried to make sure she was sane and she was just drunk and seeing things.

My blue eyes aren’t helping either, too bright, too noticeable. I open a drawer and pull out a small black bottle. Not cologne. Pheromones. Alpha pheromones. I spray it liberally on the chest, neck, and wrists. Then raise my arm to my nose and inhale. Strong. Sharp. Synthetic. But effective. Satisfied, I tuck the bottle into my pocket and head out.

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

His hands hang loose at his sides but his fingers twitch. “Feet shoulder width,” I instruct. “Knees soft. Do not lock them.” He adjusts. “Breathe in through your nose,” I continue. “Slow. Count to four.” He does. “Out through your mouth. Count to six.” His breath shakes on the release. “That is fine,” I say. “Do it again.” We breathe together. The bond hums. Quiet. Present. Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time bends here. Blake opens his eyes. “It is louder tonight.”

“Tomorrow: medical, media, arena walk-through. Sound good?” “As a schedule, yes,” Kai nodded. “My head still has to work on it.” “That’s what this bus is for,” Aria said, tapping her temple. “Let’s start with the simplest. Count to four. Inhale for four, hold for four, exhale for four, pause for four. Ten rounds. Works even over coffee. Science.” Kai leaned back and obeyed. His shoulders gradually released. He breathed through his nose, the bandage around his ribs tightening only lightly. The rhythm filled the seat’s comfortable hollow, the smoky scent of coffee, the monotonous rumble of asphalt.

“You can’t call me that.” “I just did.” He leaned over me. “Hands on your ribs.” I lifted my hands awkwardly to my sides. “No,” he murmured, and his fingers brushed mine, positioning them lower. “Here. Feel what moves.” I tried to breathe, but it came out shallow. He noticed. “Exhale slowly through your mouth.” I obeyed, lips parting. The sound left me soft, shaky. “Again. In through the nose. Fill the ribs. Feel them expand into your palms. Slower.” He paused. “Good. And exhale.”