The Wind In The Willows Novels & Stories

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

The two appeared to be in their own worlds, unbothered by each other's presence, though they did occasionally glance at what the other was doing. An hour later, the grey clouds in the sky erupted in a clap of thunder, and it soon began to rain heavily. Willow stood to go near the glass doors after hearing the violent raindrops crashing against them. She sat in her chair closer to the doors and closed the book in her lap and out of the doors again. She was fascinated by the whims of nature. Wes had left the comfort of his bed and came to stand beside her, looking out the same window. He, too, grabbed a chair and sat. The sound of the heavy rain was hypnotic, falling in a rhythm that temporari

Before going to bed, I took my diary and wrote down a quote from Lise Kiberwa's poetry collection called "Wind", Completely for no reason at all!: >>Like the wind, I don't want to belong anywhere. Just like the wind, I want to be felt but not seen. Like the wind, I want to both strengthen and extinguish the wildfire. Like the wind, I want to stress some poor old lady gently sweeping her compound by bringing all the dirt she's been removing.

Kimberly P. O. V The air was hitting my face as Adrian was running at his wolf speed . Nothing was clear . Though I could not hear anything as the wind was hitting my ears, I could still hear the faint noises of werewolf growling. Adrian increased his speed even more . I could feel the vibration of the forest land as they were getting near.

I told Jamie this is the first time I've been really excited about it since I found out the book even existed. Me, too. Meanwhile, let's stretch our legs. He gave what Lia might have described as a wolf laugh, and they were off. The night was pleasant, on the right side of cool, and there was even a soft breeze as they raced through the trees. Lia heard the nightbirds calling to each other, the rustle of the bushes and leaves as deer moved about from place to place. She was sure squirrels and jackrabbits and other critters inhabited the area, too. It reminded her so much of the place she ran at home, only there she'd had to drive fifteen miles to get to it.

We had given each other the time to get to know one another and we had bonded during our trip to see Viggo . Lost in my thoughts, I had wandered through the town and was hiking down the path to Grandma Rose’s cabin. The autumn air was shifting and making place for the beginning of the next season. The trees were almost bare and the night was falling earlier these days. I would have to ask Jake to get me a jacket. Wolves were always warm, like they would have a fur coat in their human form too and the shifting of the seasons didn’t bother them so much. I was raising my hand to knock at the door of Grandma Rose’s cabin, but before my knuckles landed on the wooden panelling, she swung the door

I do not talk about that with anyone. The air starts to buzz. “Duck!” I yell. Arrows start flying through the air. I stop all of them as I run forward. “Stop!” I yell at the witches running from me. They do what they are told. The rest of the wolves catch up to me along with Joe, which is what, I call him now. They take the four witches to their version of a compound for questioning.

He dreads to be there, your company being so enjoyable and entertaining than having to sit in his boring, gloomy room all day that held nothing but dullness even with the endless collection of toys. Why couldn't he just stay here for the night? Tomorrow's the weekend so it meant neither of you had to go to school. The cold night breeze brushes against the outside of your skin, sending an immense wave of slithering electricity to produce visible goosebumps on your body. You heave out a breath, the misty frost floating through the air as you shift your position to face your sulking friend. Your arms are dropped to hang swiftly on both sides of your body, completely ignoring the shudder traveli

Age 15. The Ice Cave. The wind is a living thing here—a feral, snarling beast that gnaws at the edges of the world. It claws through layers of sealskin and caribou hide, needling my bones with a cold so sharp it feels like betrayal. My breath crystallizes before it leaves my lips, and the snow underfoot groans like a dying animal. The meat strapped to my chest is a furnace, its warmth leaching through my furs, a guilty secret pressed against my ribs. Rabbit. Fresh-killed. Stolen.

Ivy obediently accepted the bowl and drank it all in one go. Seeing how her face crunched up due to the drink's bitterness, Mary immediately handed her a piece of candy. "That's a good girl. Two more rounds and we're all done. By then, your leg will be healed, and you can once again stand on stage." Heartache gleamed in Mary's eyes. She patted Ivy's head lovingly. Ivy looked at her legs. She had indeed successfully escaped from the fire, but she did not expect to see barrels of gasoline in the abandoned warehouse.