Like A Breeze Novels & Stories

We were quiet for about five minutes or less. The breeze was so nice on my skin, I could even see the goose bumb growing on my body, sending shivers to my bones. " It's cool out here. " I say, " The breeze here blows like the ocean. " " You study nature a lot. " He said. " I'm a fan of the beach. " We were silent for another two minutes, " What kind of children do you want?" I threw at him. He moved his eyes to me, " Children?"

Then came the breeze. Soft. Cool. Sliding over my cheek like the touch of a lover’s hand. I froze. There were no open windows here. No cracks in the stone. No way for air to move like that. Where did the breeze come from? I glanced around, but there was no explanation. Then it came again. Another gust. A low swirl of it, this time winding around my legs. I looked down in confusion as my torn tunic fluttered like seaweed caught in an underwater current.

It was nothing alarming—just the breeze that felt welcome in the sticky tropical air. “Looks like the wind’s picking up,” Peter said casually, returning and handing me a donut. The breeze turned stronger, tugging at my hair and rustling the leaves of the nearby palm trees. A faint whistle carried through the air, and a few people glanced skyward, murmuring. The gentle breeze soon transformed into gusts that whipped through the festival. Stalls shook, and the laughter around us began quieting as parents clutched their children. “Maybe we should head back,” Peter suggested.

The world beyond the garage seemed like a canvas of possibilities, and the minivans were our chariots ready to carry us into the night. As I approached the vehicles, a subtle breeze swept through the surroundings. The wind carried with it the rustling of leaves and the gentle dance of nearby plants. It was as if nature itself was whispering secrets, adding a mystical touch to the moment. I paused, pondering the significance of this elemental embrace.

Palm fronds danced in the wind, people were scuttling from the pool, and angry little white tops iced the waves. ‘That’s a shame,’ she said. ‘It happens sometimes. It can be like glass and then a hot wind comes from nowhere and whips the sea up.’ ‘Just like that?’ ‘Just like that.’ And, just like that, a hot wind from nowhere was melting her cool. A warm, wild rush of clean shirt and freshly showered Category Four was melting it like a lolly in the sun. And when he gazed down at her with all those megawatts of Greek island blue . . .

,’ The slight warmth in the breeze, little colour in sky, Shiny lights in sight is all it takes to cheer me up. All Hearts !!

“I’m sure you’ve made up for the sleep you missed with this, let's get off” ‘Ruma Woods’ I feel my heart make a deep thump at the recollection as I follow slowly behind Elaine’s trail out of the bus. As we get to the door and she climbs down, I’m brought into the open, a strange and oddly familiar bleak breeze whooshing over me like a welcome greeting. My eyes shut themselves as my chest rises and fall with a deep exhale.

“and that is insulting on all grounds. A faint breeze whispered through the space, but it did nothing to cool the sharp prickle of fear creeping up my spine. Fuck my days.

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

Why am I thinking about that? "Shut up." I cut our link off and stood up from the bed. Being in the bedroom and hearing the shower makes it harder for me to breathe. I walked towards the balcony and opened the door. The cool breeze hugged me gently, sweeping through the forest and rustling through the leaves of ancient trees. A small smile unfurled upon my lips as I wrapped my arms around me. There's really something with a cold night breeze that makes everyone feel at peace. I caressed my arms, and I felt the small bumps forming on them because of the coldness. Still, I didn't bother to go back inside the bedroom to get a cardigan.