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.'

My brows were raised. "Yup!" He bobbed his head. My lips curled into a smile. *** It clocked 9:15pm. The wind was whirler and a misty rain falls down. It is as frail as a Scottish smirr and its misty dew feels like warm butter melting on a face.

She smiled gleefully. Liam blew out air from his lungs which he was holding. She smiled the biggest. She darted her eyes on her family's faces. All were glad, Liam was glad, so she was too.

I looked them all, actually I can’t be sure enough from what I’m seeing right now except for the radiologist that my parents requested. I came home from the hospital but still, I can’t forget that smile. Her smile makes me lose my sanity. Why that smile is so beautiful? "Hey! Are you out of your mind?" said Windy. "You're looking at your phone and smiling. You’re creepy, bro." I threw the throw pillow. "I'm not!"

Outside, the wind rattles the trees, shaking loose the first of the autumn leaves. Finally, Josh exhales and steps back. “Forget that for now, Ari,” he says, voice softer now. “It’s too early in the season for this.” I nod, holding my phone tight against my chest. As he leaves, closing the door behind him, saying nothing and everything all at once. I let the wind carry the weight of everything—the missing summers, the distance, the cracks forming between us, the unspoken promises. Autumn has begun, and everything feels like it’s falling. But maybe… just maybe… Some roots, some seasons, are strong enough to survive it.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

Why did they keep appearing? The wind whipped against my face as I raced down the path on my bike, sharp and exhilarating, a thrill that made my eyes water and heart pound. Leaning low over the handlebars, I grinned, feeling the adrenaline surge through me. Each bump in the road made my chest leap. “You’re so ugly when you smile, Aurora. And fuck you, Jefferey,” I muttered under my breath, laughing at myself. Just then, Daniel and Cole caught up, yelling over the wind:

I smiled and call his name. “El.” I call for his name. He stopped singing and turned around in my direction. I walked and smile at him. I can see the love and happiness in his eyes. He stood up and open his arms waiting for me to take. As I walked I sing the same song that he always sing for me. And shout to him the message of the song. Yo Te Amo. But suddenly a strong wind blew before he heard what I said. I closed my eyes as the flower petals flew with the wind. When the wind stops I opened my eyes but he’s gone.

It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every route an option, imagine. I've always adored the wind because it comes at me so forcefully and touches my skin. It jolts me awake in the cold, and attentiveness allows me to savor the moments in both dry and wet weather. It is finer than silk and smoother than water in mild breezes. In the gales it whistles through the trees, sending loose leaves on a whirling funfair ride, captivating, wonderful. It is the freshness over my skin, that produces a magnificent flag of my ruffled hair. It's a winding chorus in the trees, a melody is sung so fearlessly. There are times when I sense that push and swirl within me, that stirring to reveal w