When The Wind Blows Smile Novels & Stories

The wind blew her brown tresses making them flap elegantly around her face, the smell of saltwater blended with her floral perfume making her smell like roses and the sea. “You’re so pretty.” My voice came out soft and child-like. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said with a soft giggle, her blue eyes crinkled at the sides the way it normally did when she smiled. “I love you.” Her voice sounded distant now. The image of her beautiful face blurred out and faded away. Suddenly, the wind ceased and I could no longer smell roses nor the sea. Everywhere went dark and I couldn’t… I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe.

Staring outside the window….. I just couldn't help but smile. I allowed the cool morning breeze to refresh my mood, and a smile was plastered on my face. My white long sleeve dance alongside the breeze, causing my thigh to be slightly exposed. Nothing feels like having a great sleep. The sounds of birds singing all over the place could be heard loudly, and their music entertained me. Nature…… is just so beautiful. It gives a feeling of warmness to one. 'Having peace of mind in this world is all that I dreamt of.'

I smiled and said realizing, “I forgot to check the tide table but I’m sure the tide is now going out.” We made it down and I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. I dashed forward and leaned into the wind. Arms spread wide, the waves crashing nearby. My hair braid blowing in the wind. Raw and wild the wind screamed past me. I loved it. It was like getting a pure infusion of life when the wind was like this. My eyes closed as I soaked it all in. It was perfect. I knew that he was here and that was all that mattered. I sighed happily.

The man pursed his lips at the question and shrugged, more to himself than to the woman next to him, before replying. "It was alright." He sighed into the air with a small smile playing on his lips. A genuine smile from Ash wasn't necessarily a common sight to see as he usually faked a grin to satisfy the people around him, but when he did truly smile, it was something worth waiting for. "It was like any other day, I guess." His face fell slightly as the thoughts of his mother he had at the shop circled back to him. He bit his lip before turning to the woman beside him fully.

Wayne took me here to a tree house, Three days ago since we got here on the island. It’s late and I don’t know how Wayne saw this place that I didn’t know existed. This place is also quite far from the house where we live. Girl, I'll stay through the bad times Even if I have to fetch you everyday We'll get by with a smile You can never be too happy in this life Lift your head, baby, don't be scared Of the things that could go wrong along the way You'll get by with a smile Now it's time to kiss away those tears goodbye

His mouth forms an 'O' for a moment and a pink blush soon creeps on his cheeks. I smile and look up at the blue sky above us, swirling with white clouds. Somehow the chilly wind, the white clouds and moreover the warmth of Michael's body, makes me feel overwhelmed with joy, forgetting all my worries.

She lowered herself to her knees and only placed a hand on his shoulder. Lila began to chant quietly. As she spoke Aurora could hear the wind and leaves kicking up just outside of the door. The wind began to blow so hard that sticks and pinecones began to hit the windows. Just as soon did it kicked up, it was gone. Lila looked at the boy and for the first time, everyone saw a smile spread across Lila's face. It was small but a smile nonetheless.

The sun is starting to conquer the sky, but with the help of ocean clouds, scattered on the sky, the breeze stayed cool enough to soothe the busy road. Due to the boredom, a silly idea magically popped in Blake's mind, as his lips tugged in a smile. Leaning towards the radio, he turned it on without telling the taller, causing him to look with a raised brows. "Songs would be good." Sighed Blake, as he started bobbing his head at the melody. 🎶The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running

It’s like watching a scattering of ashes, a cloud falling into the current, blown downstream toward the bridge, grains speckling the water and sinking. The chant swells to a crescendo and he holds out a long note at the end while digging in the bag for one more thing: the peacock feather. The wind tries to snatch it from his fingers, but he holds it aloft and chooses his moment to let it go. When he does, it glides up high, does a couple of loops, then drifts down to the water and disappears in the chop. The monk turns away from the river, his face unchanging when he sees me standing there.

"Whenever the wind blows, I remember the song." "The song that you made and created for so long~" "As soon as the wind stops, so does your voice." "Still, you're my sunshine, though no one knows." La la, la la la, la la la, la la... La la la la, la la la... La la...