Dada Terasa Ada Angin Novels & Stories

He gestured towards the swirling clouds and wind-blown fields, his eyes sparkling with artistic vision. Maria's smile broadened, her eyes filled with joy. The weather, with its wind and the promise of rain, was reminiscent of her homeland, Brazil. It brought back memories, filling her with warmth and belonging. The earthy scent of the damp soil and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves all felt so familiar and comforting.

She closed her eyes and focused on the gentle breeze that brushed against her skin, feeling its invisible currents wrap around her like a comforting embrace. With each step, Sable allowed herself to be carried by the wind, surrendering to its gentle guidance. She floated effortlessly through the open meadow, her body lifted by the unseen currents. The air whispered secrets to her, a language only she could understand. It spoke of freedom and liberation, urging her to embrace its power. As Sable soared higher into the sky, the wind carried her towards a cluster of towering clouds in the distance. The clouds swirled with an enchanting mist, beckoning her to come closer. Intrigued, Sable follow

Out of nowhere cool wind started blowing coursing through his hair and billowing his shirt and it gave him goose bumps. Dae smiled looking up at the clouds which were in different shapes. The sights of fields on the sides of the road, the whipping wind, the red sun, the sky above and above all the warmth of the person sitting behind him made Dae feel overwhelmed with joy forgetting all his worries. He has never experienced this before and he decided to fully enjoy it.

The scent of leather mingled with the fresh night air as we buckled up, ready to head to our next hideout. The wind continued to play with strands of my hair as I took my seat. I couldn't shake the feeling that Sergio's presence lingered in these fleeting gusts. Whether a product of wishful thinking or a cosmic reassurance, the wind served as a silent companion, carrying with it the promise of adventure and the hope of Sergio's swift return.

I suck in a breath and release it with a sigh. Turning I face the horizon, I focus my gaze at the brewing dark clouds and the feel of the cold winds. Rain, rain I think with lots of concentration, the winds become more violent and starts blowing sand and dirt into the air. I clench my fingers into a tight fist and continue with relent; go away come again another day.

The wind was stronger this time, almost feeling solid. Surprised, Katherine noticed that the surface was neither flat nor pressing against everything it could reach, like real wind would. This was more like a thing out of wind that was tightly holding her hand. Katherine was excited. Finally, the wind didn't vanish the moment it occurred. She still couldn't grab it, but it was not so far off as the other times. She closed her eyes to analyze the feeling more. What shape did it have? What temperature?

In the meadow, the winds seemed to take on a malevolent life of their own, their force intensifying with each passing moment. They twisted and spiraled, whipping through the grass and causing mini-tornadoes to erupt from the churned ground. The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance.

Get Callie out of here. As I landed on four legs, wind stirred around me. The breeze grew stronger, whipping my fur around me, and my paws inched off the grass. Blood rushed through my ears as a sickening sensation unfurled in my chest. There wasn’t any rain, and we rarely got tornadoes. This had to be a spell.

“Let's drive through the night. Your hair deserves to dance with the wind, not hang heavy like this.” Her lips part, hesitation flickering. But then she nods, small and fragile. “I assure you it is the fastest way to breathe in good air.” And so, they drive. The city falls away behind them. The road unfurls ahead, dark and endless, the headlights carving a pale tunnel through the night. The roof is open, and the wind rushes in, cool and liberating. It tangles through Adrianna’s hair, lifting it, tossing it back in waves. For the first time tonight, her lungs expand fully, filling with air that doesn’t burn.

“Yes. Adrian’s jaw tightened slightly. “That’s what worries me. Above them, the wind moved through fragile leaves. And this time they didn’t bend as much.