Stillness In The Storm Novels & Stories

I focus hard, determined to hand out these assignments and go prepare to hunt the woman I’m going to marry. The eerie calm before the storm when even nature is silent waiting for the inevitable storm. Rain begins to patter, wetting and the earth causes a damp smell to invade my nostrils. thunder booms in the distance while simultaneously the wind brings its own violent dance to the swirling chaos. Closing my eyes, I take deep breaths, finding peace in the chaos. Storms have always soothed my soul. Perhaps it’s because I have demons inside that create their own dark storm. My mind is forever chaotic while my heart and mind finally align in the firm decision of what I’m about to do. I’m about

Only forward. Only into the storm.

Maybe even peaceful. The calm before the storm.

The storm outside seemed to hold its breath. "Stay," I repeated, stronger this time, the word hanging in the charged air between us, an invitation, a surrender, a beginning forged in the heart of the storm. The candle flame danced, casting long, shifting shadows, illuminating the ancient table where new light was being born, and the man who had brought the storm, and the stillness, back into my world. The space between us crackled, not with lightning, but with the terrifying, electrifying promise of everything unsaid, and the infinite possibility contained in that single, resonant word.

Jennifer felt defeated, her sighs coming out weak and breathless. When she looked up, our eyes met from across the second floor. She quickly looked away and scurried out of sight. I put my wine glass down and headed downstairs. In the shadows, Jennifer was standing alone, taking a deep, weary breath. "What are you doing here?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. Jennifer stood there, stiff as a board. "Nelson..." Seeing me again, her usual pride and self-importance had all but vanished, replaced by a look of careful vigilance.

Me: Sure, can you pick me up from my aunt's? Collin: Sure. What time? Me: 7? Collin: See you then. When my life is calm, I know there's a storm on its way. That's how it happens, right? You are either in the calm before the storm or right in the eye. And that's where I am, in the eye of the storm. It's calm only for a moment. If I look around me and see my horizons, I will see the swarming chaos encircle me and surround me. I won't be consumed by it quickly, but when the eye passes, it will hit me hard.

The waters below reflect the breathtaking scenery. Lauren silently admires the scene as her hair sways as if it’s going with the flow of the wind. She felt a sudden ease in her mind and body. These past few days she felt empty inside, but as soon as she stepped on this ship… the exhaustion she felt was gone like a bubble that popped into the air. In contrast to what she felt in their house, the pain and abuse she endured. Lauren taught that after her mother died, she could never be at peace.

Broken. Ruined. Erased. Because if that’s what it takes for you to find peace... If my suffering is the price of your revenge... If my destruction is what sets you free... Then I’ll give it to you. Not because I’m weak. Not because I deserve it. But because I loved you. I still do. Even now. Even with your hands around my throat and your hate on your lips— I still do. She stood in the storm, the wind screaming like a wounded animal, rain pelting her face like needles. Her chest heaved as her tears mingled with the rain, her body soaked and shivering, but her voice—her heart—was steady.

“Calm down! You’re losing control!” “I’m trying!” she cried out, her heart racing. The wind grew stronger, sending leaves flying in all directions. In her struggle, she felt a flicker of fear and darkness creeping in, threatening to overwhelm her. “No, I can do this!” she shouted, her voice echoing against the trees. With sheer will, she focused on the ground beneath her, pulling energy from the earth. “Stay grounded,” she urged herself, picturing roots anchoring her to the soil. Gradually, the storm within her began to subside. The wind settled into a gentle breeze, and Alice exhaled in relief. “I did it,” she murmured, opening her eyes to see Johnson watching her with admiration.

“Yes, you're going to shift into your wolf, and you want me to sit on top of you and hold really tight and not fall off.” I begin to walk to the podium Door. I am not afraid because I am strong because I have someone to fight for, someone to live for the best of all, someone to love. I open the door and peek out, and I see nothing surprised. But I know that I am not alone, I can hear the breathing of many.