Like Wind On A Dry Branch Novels & Stories

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

From those unexplainable things in our former house to this forest and to those dark spirits who took my father away from me, all of them suck. A strong wind went by which made the wet dead leaves to dance in the air. The same thing happened again but this time, it danced even more longer as if there was no gravity. I think the wind has its own life or maybe, I was hallucinating. The wind continued blowing while the rain’s still pouring, nourishing the dry soil on my feet, creating thick mud mixed with dried leaves.

Maddox is on the left one. The blowing winds could make the trees bow down at its inhuman rage, it almost felt like it was whispering something really disturbing. If he is not sane, he might say that the winds are warning him, crying for his nearing end. The wind blew again so hard and he didn't respond to them. The ragging wind has stopped but it was still freezing. He tried to open his almost narrowed eyes and was astounded upon seeing an enormous muddy field with trees. There are twigs and dried leaves everywhere.

The weather angel exerted his strength even more, the wind was blowing very hard, until the fallen leaves were carried by the wind. His gusts were getting bigger and bigger. Like a hurricane, rolling up anything in the forest meant Orthus. The wind coils made Orthus swirl in the wind coils that Michael controlled.

CARLY WOODS POV The moon was already out in the sky, standing proud and red and doing nothing to illuminate the night sky or the woods I was in. With the fire of determination burning in the pit of my stomach, I sprang to my feet, and the tree I was leaning on served as a support system. My knees wobbled a bit as I took a few steps forward but I forced them to stay steady as I progressed. I pulled the sweater I had on closer to me as the wind picked up speed, dead leaves that couldn't hold on any longer fell from trees, dead and dried out branches fell off as well, and some dried leaves on the ground got carried by the wind.

Ronan's POV The wind roared across the open grasslands, bending the tall, golden stalks under its relentless force. Sparse trees dotted the expanse, their twisted branches reaching toward the storm-gray sky like skeletal fingers. The horizon stretched endlessly ahead, rippling with waves of shifting vegetation. At the center of it all, a black beast thundered across the plains.

The words were indistinct, carried on a breeze of tension. Her pulse raced, her lips pursed. She slowly, gently, moved her legs, pushing them over the edge of the bed. She lifted the blanket and threw it off her, using a great deal of strength to push herself into a standing position. Her hips and knees ached, but nothing she couldn't handle. Slowly, she approached the door, lifting her hand and wrapping it around the cool metal handle. She hesitated to open it, scared that this was all just a dream and it would end when she opened this door.

Dressed only in a dress, Selena was so cold that she was shivering. The eerie cries of wild animals frightened her terribly, causing her to speed up. However, in a moment of carelessness, she accidentally stepped on a rock and twisted her ankle. Before she could get up, she spotted something approaching her from afar. Whatever it was had glowing green eyes. A beat later, she realized what it was—a pack of wolves! Selena's breathing sped up as she turned to run in a blind panic. Unexpectedly, she lost her footing and tumbled off a cliff.

Fate must be a cruel mistress. The wind whispered through the tall grasses, carrying the scent of pine needles and damp earth. Beneath a canopy of ancient oaks, I sat motionless, my gaze fixed on the intricate network of branches overhead. Sunlight, filtering through the leaves, dappled my face in an ethereal glow, casting shifting patterns that seemed to mirror the turmoil within me.

It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every route an option, imagine. I've always adored the wind because it comes at me so forcefully and touches my skin. It jolts me awake in the cold, and attentiveness allows me to savor the moments in both dry and wet weather. It is finer than silk and smoother than water in mild breezes. In the gales it whistles through the trees, sending loose leaves on a whirling funfair ride, captivating, wonderful. It is the freshness over my skin, that produces a magnificent flag of my ruffled hair. It's a winding chorus in the trees, a melody is sung so fearlessly. There are times when I sense that push and swirl within me, that stirring to reveal w