When Breath Becomes Air Novels & Stories

So far the man had never given him any real information, but he only made her more dizzy with the various riddles that the man had always said when he was interrogating him. A chick can turn into a duck if he is raised by a duck, as well as a chick can turn into a lion if raised by a lion. He thought that Jesse McLean was blabbering about bullshit because he was too stressed out with his condition. But maybe what Jesse McLean said had some meaning. Bruk

A slight panic crept in as I realized that, in my excitement, I had forgotten to draw in the life-giving breaths. The world around me blurred as I sank to my knees, the celestial sword dissipating into shimmering particles. I gasped for air, my chest heaving with the effort to replenish what I had unconsciously denied myself. It was a humbling moment, a stark reminder that even in the realm of celestial exploration, the mundane act of breathing remained essential.

I don't want to fall asleep again. I breathe my life in and try to stop my breathing before exhaling. This is helpful in regulating the pain. The ache in my head starts to subside as I run out of air inside my body. Adam was furrowing his brows at me, wondering what I am doing but I signaled him to wait by my palm and he reluctantly obeyed. I can't breathe now. I continued breathing and gasps a lot of air as I stop with what I am doing. Who is that man I saw?

It surpassed his former understanding of martial arts. The so-called Heaven and Earth Art was a breathing method. It was important for one to breathe in the fresh morning air. Air could be said to be Spiritual Energy. It was heaven and earth’s Spiritual Energy. Fresh air was most abundant in the morning. James began to breathe according to the Heaven and Earth Art’s breathing method. Swoosh. With the fresh air entering his body, heaven and earth’s energy also permeated his body. His body felt an indescribable comfort, and his bones cracked.

I fight myself and try to convince myself there is air, that this is not really and to keep breathing. 'Breath, keeping breathing.... breath!' I tell myself, but its no use, with each breath I take is shallower and shallower, containing less and less air. 'For fuck sakes, Breathe!' I shout at myself, 'breathe, come on, fucking hell, BREA...'

I gave him a thumbs up! "Good because now we can get down and dirty!" His strong ass begins to lift and lower me. Slowly at first. But I'm having trouble breathing. He instructs me to. "Breathe through your nose, Babe." I do. And, whew! It instantly makes a difference. He didn't stop though. And before I can get used to the position. He speeds up! I hear him moaning. Cool! That means I'm doing good! Right?

She blasted another wave of shadows that rushed towards them, a blanket of soul-consuming darkness. Ava noticed that when Penny breathed, her breath appeared in condensed clouds. She huffed a breath out, seeing the same thing when she did. Her brows furrowed as she did it a second time. It was warm out. Why were their breaths turning into cold vapor? Ava placed the reason too late.

Those thoughts took away some of my pain and eventually, I heard him in my head pleading for me to breathe. “Breathe, little gem. Breathe. Deep breath, love.” I followed his motion lurching onto the air and taking some in as much as possible. “The first part will be over shortly. You are doing so well, little gem. I am proud of you.” I grasped onto the air as deep as I could. Deep long breath. Again and again but the air sacs in my lungs refused to accept the air and my eyes began to water at the amount of heat that was igniting inside me.

My right eye was a fog of gray, and my left side was a furnace of atrophied nerves, but the breath in my son's lungs was now a secured asset. I breached the door, finding Leo huddled on the floor. Kael was awake, his hand hovering over the iron wire I’d used to seal the entrance. “I have the breath, Leo,” I murmured, the words staying stuck in my scoured throat. I snapped the canister into the room’s ventilation vent. The hiss of clean, silver-salt air was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. Leo gasped, his small lungs expanding as the parchment-crush sound in his chest finally went quiet.

She couldn't breathe, she wanted to but she couldn't. Or was it that she could finally breathe? Had she finally found her breath after two years? Did she even know what breathing was like? She has not breathed properly for so long now. The feeling of cool air through the nose, passing along the throat and into the lungs; yes, this was what she felt, alive.