Calmness To My Storm Novels & Stories

I am having chest pain and shortness of breath. "Close your eyes take a deep breath and let it all out slowly. You need to calm down and relax," he panicky said to me and releases a sign of irritation. "Don't be overly dramatic," he irritably said. I did exactly what he said and tried my best to calm my nerves. My hands and legs were shaking and trembling. I shut my eyes close and clear my head. I think of Dylan and how we used to be before all of this happened. I'd like to think that he is doing well and he is waiting for me outside of this tower. I only think of happy thoughts and wonderful memories of him then all of a sudden, I felt the changes in me. I am gradually turning back to norma

“I’m not the one doing this….. I can’t make it stop.” The voice is softer than before, but still recognizable. His presence brings the cold and the silence, but not a respite to my pain. I have to ride it out. Clenched tight, curled and focused, just trying to breathe, before finally I start to feel the edges soften once again as before. Slow at first, but it’s hold on me begins to fade. As though I'm caught in the middle of the storm, but the outer circumference becomes calm. I just have to wait on it, spreading and releasing me from its grip.

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙣

“Calm down! You’re losing control!” “I’m trying!” she cried out, her heart racing. The wind grew stronger, sending leaves flying in all directions. In her struggle, she felt a flicker of fear and darkness creeping in, threatening to overwhelm her. “No, I can do this!” she shouted, her voice echoing against the trees. With sheer will, she focused on the ground beneath her, pulling energy from the earth. “Stay grounded,” she urged herself, picturing roots anchoring her to the soil. Gradually, the storm within her began to subside. The wind settled into a gentle breeze, and Alice exhaled in relief. “I did it,” she murmured, opening her eyes to see Johnson watching her with admiration.

Where are you? ‘Find me.’ It repeated. This time, the voice was more clear than ever that it sent shivers down my spine. The others noticed me and were already started to me towards me. ‘Where are you so I can find you?’ I asked again. ‘...storm.’ It whispered. And as it did, my vision was suddenly turning dark. ‘Storm? What do you mean?’ ‘Go through the storm. Find me…’ There was a sort of sinister feeling settling inside of me as it spoke. And right now, my vision was completely black. It was like my consciousness is being pulled to another place.

"It's just... there's something in the air, you know? Like the calm before a storm." Ruksaar nodded, her expression thoughtful as she considered my words. "I know what you mean," she murmured, her gaze drifting back to the newspaper in front of her. "But sometimes, a storm is just a storm. It doesn't always mean disaster is looming on the horizon." I couldn't help but smile at her optimism, grateful for her steady presence in my life. Leaning forward, I reached for the coffee pot and poured myself a steaming cup, relishing in the warmth that spread through me with each sip.

"That's interesting, do you remember everything that you did when you were drunk because I was hurt? I remember everything I remember you remember how you felt and I remember how you tasted which of course I have clarified right now so no need to give me the weird look . " " what look are you talking about you came in like a gust of wind like a tornado that was just doing everything in its path and you actually are the center of the storm so with everything that's going on around me you actually my place of calm you do know that flight tornado may seem like something that's destroying everything in its path but inside it's very calm. "

I draw strength from the realization that just as storms pass and give way to clear skies, so too shall my heart find peace once again. As the rain continues to fall, I take a deep breath, allowing the fresh scent of petrichor to fill my lungs. I resolve to face the storm within me with the same resilience and determination as the raindrops that fall from the heavens. Though the road ahead may be fraught with uncertainty, I know that with the unwavering love and support of my father, I will find the strength to weather any tempest that comes my way.

It was a storm within me, and I knew I had to find a way to weather it, to rise above the tumultuous waves. Vance stood nearby, his presence a silent reassurance. I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders, and decided that no matter what lay ahead, I would face it with resilience and determination. The storm would not break me. I would find my path through the chaos, for the pack, for myself, and for the love that had once been a beacon of hope.

***It all hurts so much, I don’t know if I can control it. ***”But you are. Can’t you see? She is not making the storm outside, that is a reaction to your emotions. It’s all you, sweet girl. But it is getting intense out there and we all have people we love in the storm. Think of them, ease your rage, reign in your temper. You will get your chance, but don’t follow in the footsteps before you and sacrifice all that you love for something as useless as hate.”***