Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

The soles of my shoes feel tacky, clinging to the pavement as I walk toward the spire, and I don’t look down, but I know it’s congealing blood I’m walking through. I pass graffiti-stricken brick and a mosaic of mirror fragments stuck in a cement wall. My face fractures, kaleidoscopic, eyes too far apart. The hooves are getting closer. The scraping of steel on brick sings to me. A gentle wind rises, sending scraps of paper and trash scudding past my legs. It carries a voice: Khye-rang go tshen-la ga-re zhu-gi yö? With the wind comes fog and the tang of the river, a faint odor of burning hair, and I know that I have dreamed this dream before. Did the beast catch me last time? Have I seen its s

His anxiousness only soared once Ms Vento cleared her throat and folded her arms on the table. "It's about Amaya." She simply spoke, closing her eyes and sighing loudly. Ash leaned back further on the seat and hummed, encouraging the latter to continue. "I know it's none of your business, but I didn't know who else to turn to for help." She quickly explained before hanging her head in defeat. Ash scratched the back of his neck before sighing softly to himself and leaning forward, resting his hands on the table.

The carriage gave a lurch forward as the black stallions started their trek toward the dreary castle once more. It snowed on the way the trees dusted with fresh white powder and the mountains gleamed in the sun. The cold air did not bother me instead it rejuvenated my energy and I felt at home. This landscape was my home. The castle was not my home however. It’s obsidian walls and towers were a dark reminder that this was not meant to be. This land was not supposed to be so empty and dark. The carriage creaked as it rolled onto the only bridge that crossed The Divide leading to the castles main gates. I shuddered whatever had made that scaring crevice was not natural. Emma hid her head in my

The wind had teeth. It cut through the silence like a whisper too close to the ear, sharp and cold enough to raise goosebumps. The trees swayed in slow, reluctant movements, their branches hissing softly against one another like a warning. The sky above was a bruised kind of black, thick cloud rolling in from the east, swallowing the moonlight little by little.

Leah The mountain was trying to kill us before we even reached it. Wind slammed into Keanu’s flank with the force of a battering ram, throwing him sideways. His wings adjusted, tilting, compensating, but the next gust hit from the opposite direction and the world lurched hard to the left. I pressed myself flat against the warm scales of his back, my fingers locked into the grooves between them, my cheek against the heat of him as the storm screamed around us.

Clutching her phone, she felt a wave of numbness wash over her. Behind her, the door chimed, and footsteps grew louder as they neared. Suddenly, her phone was plucked from her grasp by the man behind her and tossed aside with an indifferent flick of his wrist. He gripped her wrist tightly, pinning her against the window. She looked down, his warm breath on her ear sending shivers down her spine. "Been waiting long, my dear?" he murmured.

With the wind blowing, they walked side by side in silence. *_*

In the heavy silence, Philip gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter. Finally, he seemed to give in and nodded. "We'll go tomorrow, okay?" His tone was colder than usual. "Tomorrow, I'll go with you to pick a new one. We'll make sure you like it." He didn't speak after that, and the car fell into complete silence. But the car sped up. When we turned a corner, we nearly scraped past another vehicle. I was exhausted too. I leaned back in the seat, not wanting to say a word.

Tsk, she's so full of herself. "As I said, be careful, you might swallow all your words. Don't say that I didn't warn you. Good luck" I smiled and stood straight. "Start!" I stared at the different parts of the gun at the table. I even heard the crowds complain as to why I am still not making any move. I tilted my head as I smirked. Let's count then... 3.. I feel the gust of wind. The wind is blowing from east to west. 2 .. I opened my eyes still feeling the wind. It changes, from east-to-west to south to north. I smiled, perfect!