Calmness To My Storm Novels & Stories

​The world seemed peaceful. ​But a storm was coming. ​And I was that storm.

I saw a child’s cry echoing into silence. And then—I saw myself. Standing at the center of it all. I didn’t flinch. The power surged around me, through me, and I welcomed it. The wind didn’t knock me down. The flames didn’t burn. The darkness didn’t swallow me. I became the calm. The eye in the storm. When the magic finally receded, I opened my eyes to find the candles still burning, steady and unwavering. I rose from the floor and whispered into the stillness, “I’m ready.”

Even Mama musters a tired smile, one that doesn’t quite reaches her eyes but still feels like an embrace. Too normal. Much too normal. It claws at me, this confusion and I was ready for war, and they handed me peace. But peace with our family? I don’t trust it. It’s always the calm before the storm, and with us, the storm always comes, one way or another.

“I’ve always found myself in the storm of classical music.” “This piece is how I think of you.” “Why? Why do you think of me like this?” He did not answer at first. Instead, he continued to play. “It’s interesting you chose the word storm.” He shifted so he was facing her. “Inside each of us is the battle to overcome the storm of life.” She thought about what he was saying. “You and I…” A sense of calm flooded over her body and she relaxed.

He dared not picture the storm that was brewing. Kendrick said calmly, "Bring her over." His unruffled tone was frightening, like the calm before a storm.

She's one of those managers that had helped me before over my crazy antics and midnight escapades with Storm. She walked straight to me and I can recognize how she is trying to empathize with my situation. "You know I always wish you happiness, right?" she smiled at me and my stomach started churning. It must have been the stress and overthinking but I keep on feeling so weird lately. " You need to prepare, Cali..." she stated again and it's like her words kept floating on my ears. Is this it? Will this be the end of Storm and I? Just then, Storm's sweet gummy smile filled my eyes, his mere images making my heart flutter, it's indescribable. How he has that impact in my life, I don't know.

The pros and con list on either side of this dilemma are huge, and I cannot navigate it, it’s all too much, too overwhelming, and insane. I just need her to fucking talk to me. To help me find my bearings like she always does. She has no idea how calm she makes me, how still she makes my head when I get like this and has been my sea of peace I always ran to when my own head was torturing me alive. Sophie is my harbor in my own storm, even though she thinks I’m her cool and level to her own hurricane.

Goddess no. "Stay as still as you can." I have never heard him sound this way before as though he is horrified. But at the same time, he is poised and calm not allowing his storming emotions to subjugate his thinking formulating solutions as quickly as he can. It is as though he has trained himself for such situations before for such composure I can never have if I was to guide a wolf in danger.

Not because of being hot but due to fear which has clouded my being. To my surprise, he sighed not saying anything. There was no trace of anger on his face: he looks emotionless. "Get up I will take you to the hospital " He ordered taking few steps back. I struggle to stand but couldn't. I peeped at him to see him watching me intently, deadly calm, and I shivered. That calmness was the kind of calmness that appears before the storm. There must be a storm rolling inside him which might blow at any little provocation, and it is I who would bear the impact of it.

And so, I wandered through this oasis of calm, acutely aware that the sands of time would eventually shift, reshaping the landscape of my life once more. In the tapestry of my existence, every stitch of peace was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The juxtaposition of calm against chaos served as a reminder that life's narrative was an ever-evolving masterpiece, with twists and turns that kept the journey riveting. As I continued to tread this uncharted path of tranquility, I carried with me the lessons of the storm and the solace of the calm, embracing both as integral chapters in the novel of my life.