Calming Stories Novels & Stories

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

a soothing, calming voice came over Gretel, all in time with a soft and warm hand stroking over her hair, trying to hush her as if she were an infant. Gretel found a small part of her recognising the comfort and focussed on that part. Slamming her eyes shut to block out the world around her, she concentrated on the hushes and the soft, careful strokes of her hair and tried to time her own breaths to the pattern, desperately latching onto that one semblance of order that was possibly there for her to have. breathe in one two three four five breathe out one two three four five

As impatient and as anxious Tian Tian was, Grandmother Ning was as soft, calm and as smooth in her moments. "One important quality of becoming a great leader is calmness.” As Grandmother Ning continued informing Tian Tian about what she felt she should know, she passed the cup of chamomile tea towards her, "And this cup of tea will help you in calming down all of your uneasiness and worries. Only when you are calm can you think better. " As the smell from the cup of chamomile tea started wafting into Tian Tian nose, she was unable to think anything and only it.

Every creaking step across the threshold made my heart leap, then splat, when it was not her reassuring stride. The air was filled with the scent of wax and herbs in darkness. I'd washed Calla's face with cold water, rewound the cloth around her head, whispered scream themes into her ear: stories in which we'd met, assurances of what we'd do when she came round, verse of a lullaby my mother had sung before the wars for pack took her. I wasn't sure if I was calming her or me, but the words had to be there, breadcrumbs to pilot her back home on the way out.

I needed something to distract and calm my mind to allow sleep, there was always one thing which worked every single time. I begin to recite the same story I would be told as a child, the brave girl called Audrey fought all of the terrifying monsters. As always, I begin to feel my eyes close as the story continued. Bawling myself up into a ball, I lay with my head on the hard wood flooring and close my eyes. This time, my mothers calming voice from when I was a child began to read the story to me, in a matter of minutes, I was sound asleep on the floor of the bedroom. ~~

I inquired, my curiosity piqued. Calla settled beside me, her gaze filled with warmth as she explained, "It's a special herbal tea grown within our pack. The combination of herbs is known for its calming properties, perfect for soothing frayed nerves and bringing tranquility." I nodded, appreciating the thoughtful gesture. "It's truly remarkable, Calla. I can feel its calming effects already. You must share this secret with me, so I can enjoy its benefits whenever needed." A mischievous glimmer danced in Calla's eyes as she replied, "Oh, Lucian, the secret lies within the sacred gardens of my pack. But for you, my love, I will make sure to brew this delightful elixir whenever you desire."

Even when she tried to sweep her brain clean of anything, Zoren was still there, smiling at her and telling her that he was waiting. A slight tug on her heart made her bite her lips. Thinking about him made her heart ache a bit, as if it were being squeezed. She had to trace her hand and do it while syncing it with her breathing. From the base of her thumb, she traced it with her right index finger. Going up the thumb, she breathed in from her nose; at her fingertip, she stopped for a second; and going down, she exhaled through her mouth. It must have been the most memorable and useful calming technique that Old Fool had taught her. She had done this multiple times before she met with the wh

I can only hope that she keeps that throughout her life. Little Eva is Calista’s mini me. Calista is constantly spending time with her. Every time someone is upset around her, she crawls into their lap on instinct then snuggles up close with them. The feeling when she does that is calming beyond words. Even when she’s not in our laps, she is constantly emitting her calming waves. Her waves are so strong that we had to cast a spell on her so that her waves would never go any farther than the room we were in. That will help keep anyone who might seek her out for nefarious purposes away.

“ thats okay.sometimes our stomach hurts.especially when we are nervous or shy.” she leans into me just slightly like a cautious animal testing warmth.i place my hand softly on her upper back slow circles. Nothing dramatic. Just rhythm. Something to breathe into. Inhale. Exhale. the crying slows. she whispers, “ i dont like when there is too many sounds.” i understand that more than she knows. “Sometimes,” I say, “you just need one calm sound. One calm space.”she nods and her forehead finds my shoulder like it belongs there.i dont rush her.i dont ask questions.this isnt about fixing anything. Just… being here.

Even though she did not say much the way her fingers moved towards mine said a lot. I held her hand carefully, not tight, not too loose. "I am here " and I leaned closer so she could feel me there. To keep her calm I picked up the book on the table beside her bed. It was the one she always took with her. I opened it. Started reading and my voice was low and steady. The story helped her relax. Soon she was breathing evenly and her grip, on my hand loosened. She fell asleep again. This time it felt different.