Stillness In The Storm Novels & Stories

I wanted to step back outside, go to him, press my body against his again, lose myself in that connection. I pressed my hand against the glass, grounding myself, fighting the urge to move. His hand mirrored mine, rain streaming down his face as he stared directly at me. The storm continued to rage, wind howling, rain pelting down, yet neither of us moved. We simply looked at each other, as if the world outside had vanished, leaving only the storm inside us.

He just stared at me for a moment, then quietly said, "Hold onto me." Before I could even process what he meant, a firm lift under my knees sent me into his arms. The move instantly drew gasps and cheers from the guests. Amid the applause and floating petals, Melvin carried me straight to the center of the hall. I was still reeling from shock when I felt a steady hand supporting my forearm. Melvin whispered, "You can lean on me. If it really hurts, tell me. We can pause the ceremony for a moment. Your safety comes first."

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

AMBROSE I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of a thunderstorm right now. The strong gushing winds and the heavy downpour of joy, sadness, confusion and rage were all burning at a strong signal number five inside of me. I’m not sure if I can handle all of this but I will. I have to.

Tears welled in my eyes, and my entire body panicked. "Take a deep breath..." Storm commanded and inhaled deeply and then slowly exhaled the air. "Again..." she instructed, and I followed her example... "Two more..." She inhaled, and I mimicked her; doing the last one, I was relaxed and completely in control of my emotions. "Thanks for teaching me how to calm down..." I sighed, and she nodded. "So... you need my help..." She chuckled, and I blushed. "I mean, I don't want to know your intimate details, but I need to feel confident and know the basics..." I sighed, and she nodded.

The ground, the air, my mind. I tightened my hold on Storm. “You’ll have to kill me first.” It tilted its head. “That can be arranged.” Before I could move, the river surged upward, waves breaking in midair like claws. I braced for the strike, but Storm lifted his head. “Stop,” he said. The world froze. The river hung suspended, droplets glittering like glass. The mist retreated, curling away from him as if in fear. Light flared from his eyes, bright enough to burn through the fog.

As the Aether pressed on into the freshly washed evening, the air was keener, the color more vivid, and the stillness between them filled with the profound, ringing peace which comes only after a storm has ravaged to leave all clean and new. ----

She wanted him forever. … The evening was quiet except for the rain outside. Holding a cup of warm coffee, Sandra carefully opened Wesley's study door. Her voice was gentle as she placed the cup near him, her fingertips grazing the back of his hand. "It's pouring outside, Wesley. Have some coffee to warm you up." Without a second thought, he downed the coffee in one go. Sitting on a nearby couch, she pretended to read, but her eyes kept drifting toward his sharp, focused face.

I said quietly, holding my voice steady even as tremors rolled under my skin. She didn’t respond with words. The connection between us held steady, unshaken, even as everything else shifted around it. For the first time in my existence, I stood in the middle of something I couldn’t overpower, couldn’t outmaneuver, couldn’t destroy. And it mattered more than anything I had ever faced. The storm wasn’t outside. It was contained entirely within this moment. And all I could do… was stand in it. Time froze. Or so it seemed.

She turned to grab her cigarette and found it’d burned out in the ashtray, so she lit another and kept it between her fingers, so she wouldn’t forget about it. “The problem is that being the storm feels fucking good,” Jim was saying. “And you know what? I’m a hell of a storm!” People went crazy yet again. “You’re my storm of love, Jim!” cried an invisible girl. Silvia couldn’t help an honest smile, that Jim seemed to mirror as he turned to the girl. “I’m honored, young lady,” he said. “Honored!” Silvia repeated, scoffing. “Son of a bitch.” Jim looked up to keep talking and Silvia fell silent like the crowd.