Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

Maybe, just like that day, brighter days awaited her post-divorce. … Back at the villa, the hall was deserted. From upstairs, Colton's gentle voice floated down. "The Little Prince met a fox..." He was spinning tales for Janice's unborn child. Whitney's mind was a foggy mess as she dove under the covers, desperate for sleep. She had no idea how long she had been out when her throat scorched with dryness. "Water..." She croaked more than once, but the only response was the drone of a story being told in the room next door.

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

I felt my heart fill with love as I looked at Mavis' resolute profile. Richard watched us with a relieved look, tears glistening in his eyes. Nearby, Tyler giggled, full of innocent joy. The gentle mountain breeze brushed past us, carrying the scent of earth. In the distance, the mountains stood tall, shrouded in mist. We stood at the entrance to the village, basking in the warm sunlight. At that moment, happiness felt simple.

She rolled down the window and waved at me. Simon then said naturally, "Get in. I'll take you both home." When he saw my eyes fall on the passenger-seat sticker that said "Girlfriend Only," he frowned, somewhat impatiently. "Gem has a bad back. The passenger seat has more room. You can sit in the back this time." Look at that. He remembered every little thing about Gem. He remembered her bad back. He remembered her cramps. But somehow, he could never remember the old injury I had from moving all the heavy furniture.

A cold wind blew from the south and ruffled their hair. “I thought so. You don’t understand what I feel,” Penny said. The wind stopped blowing. Everything seemed quiet. But it didn’t last long. WHOOSHH A dark shadow suddenly appeared and covered Penny's entire body. The dark shadow towered tens of meters into the air and blew a strong wind. Alisa was shocked to see it and had to cover part of her face because of the strong wind it produced. "You are indeed a naive person, Alisa Garbareva." WHOOSHH

Listarte then produced another spell. *“Gentle oh you are wind of the celestial Hear my plea, grant us thee Show thy might and beauty Oh wash away all the sorrow thy see,”* A whirling wind started to circle Taraya slowly cutting her down. Her clothes started to tear; she began to weaken causing her to kneel down. The wind caused her braids to unravel and it ceased to float around. The dungeon went silent, as if the catastrophe has gone and past. Lista and the others regrouped. Confiding in each other’s warmth.

Before going to bed, I took my diary and wrote down a quote from Lise Kiberwa's poetry collection called "Wind", Completely for no reason at all!: >>Like the wind, I don't want to belong anywhere. Just like the wind, I want to be felt but not seen. Like the wind, I want to both strengthen and extinguish the wildfire. Like the wind, I want to stress some poor old lady gently sweeping her compound by bringing all the dirt she's been removing.

“Maybe the wind was too strong. It just blew something into his eyes.” The evening breeze carried the sweet smell of bread baking from the bakery down the street. Life went on. My daughter said she wanted to get pasta from the shop downstairs tomorrow morning. I would have to wake her up a little earlier.

‎ ‎The wind shifted violently, leaves spiraling upward as a dark shape tore through the sky heading straight toward us. ‎ ‎And suddenly everything about this moment felt like a coincidence.