Dada Terasa Ada Angin Novels & Stories

Skye It’s raining in Maatua. Pouring, actually. Rain pelts the familiar metal roof while I stand on the porch, my fingers curled around the handle but frozen in time. I can already feel the vacuum-like sensation of doom hanging heavy in the air when I take a deep breath and pull. The humidity dries out, turning the air warm–but it’s just as heavy–as the door closes on a phantom wind behind me.

It dances through Astrid's hair, playfully tugging at the strands, while Leo felt its gentle touch on his face like a familiar friend. With each stroke of their paddles, the breeze carried a serenade of soothing sounds—the rustling of palm leaves, the distant call of seagulls, and the soft lapping of waves against their kayaks. The scent of the saltwater mingled with the fragrance of sun-warmed seaweed, creating a sensory tapestry that enveloped them. As they sailed over the tranquil waters, the ocean breeze seemed to wash away their worries and fill their souls with a keen sense of peace. Astrid and Leo shared a silent moment, their hearts attuned to the rhythm of the sea, finding comfort i

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

The Angel's face was chiselled and strong, with eyes that burned like stars. As the Angel descended, the air around us seemed to vibrate with energy. The wind picked up, whipping our hair into a frenzy, and the sound of rushing water filled our ears. The Angel's presence was both exhilarating and terrifying, like standing at the edge of a great precipice.

“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.

They called, demanding that Aland be given the punishment he deserved. "No! Don't do that to Aland!" I felt my tears begin to seep between closed lids. My chest feels so full and wants to explode. Everything is pictured real in front of me. Aland looked at me blankly. He smiled so thinly and said something. Suddenly I felt a powerful gust of wind around my body. I felt my hair start to lift. I even felt the hem of my dress begin to unfold. The wind carried a sensation that was so torturous as well as full of emptiness.

“I know you will not. One day, I will breathe you out and not take you back in. That is the only promise this body holds.” The wind quieted. Slightly. *Good,* Air said. *You are not as arrogant as some who have called Me. They thought they could hold Me forever. They built towers and thought the lack of wind up there was peace. It was silence. Stagnation.* The gale shifted. Became a thousand tiny currents. Brushing her skin. Lifting her hair. Slipping under her clothes in playful darts.

Little Women¹ Eloise Kingston The cold air and the eerie feeling settled on my skin as I stepped out of the car. Something felt strange, very strange. There's a change in the wind. That was what my uncle would say when something felt wrong. At this moment, something was wrong.

My heartbeat is accelerating because of the over excitement. After twenty minutes, finally, the car screeched to a halt at a deserted beach. Nobody is there, the sound of the waves is reaching my ears. As I climbed out of the car, the cold breeze caressed my face, sending chills down my spine. The wind is blowing fast. The weather is beautiful. I'm feeling like it would rain today.

Then I pull hard, and then harder, letting it whip through the air. My smile returns as I look up at all of the trees, seeing it shake the leaves – a breeze kissed by the summer sun, just like Luca’s warm summer scent – apricots and hot pavement and sea breeze. “Ah!” Cora squeaks, stepping towards me, her expression thrilled as she looks around too. “Another little weather goddess in the family! Oh, Ariel, this is so great!” “I’m not a weather goddess,” I say, laughing. “I can just…make a little warm wind.”