Wind And Clound Novels & Stories

The plane was up in the sky, among the clouds. After a short moment of turbulence, it flew steadily. I looked out at the clouds, feeling a wave of relief I had never felt before. Xander must have seen the contents on the thumb drive already, too. He was perhaps guessing how I found out about his secrets. His methods of climbing up the ladder and amassing wealth were so inconspicuous. Technically, someone like me, who had never once worked at the office, should not have been able to discover this.

Large, heavy drops pelted my body, cold and unrelenting. The rain blurred my vision, and I stepped on a loose stone, falling hard to the ground. The downpour drenched my hair and clothes, as though it was trying to swallow me whole. I could not breathe. I wondered if I died like this, would Mother cry when I met her in the afterlife? Still, I had no strength left. Every attempt to rise grew smaller and weaker. After I closed my eyes, a car behind me suddenly screeched to a halt.

** Breaking New Ground** Spring in Seabreeze had fully arrived, bringing with it vibrant blooms and the soft hum of renewed life. The town was bustling with activity, the streets filled with locals and tourists eager to soak up the mild weather and the charm that only a coastal town like Seabreeze could offer. For Claire and Ethan, the season symbolized not just the renewal of nature, but also the blooming of their own dreams.

Rosenda Marie walked briskly across the resort grounds, heading to a quieter area near the shoreline. The sun had begun its descent, painting the sky in warm tones of gold and orange, but her mood didn’t match the picturesque view. She needed space— somewhere away from the clinking of glasses, the chatter of tourists, and most importantly, away from Cayson.

KAREN AND ARMINA cantered across the wide stretch of land joining the cliff tops. The wind was fresh, blowing from the sea, which rolled in remorselessly, pounding and crashing on the rocks far below. Huge clouds threw swiftly moving shadows over the mighty expanse of green water. Patches of sunlight broke through to cast a radiance on the curling white breakers.

How could they leave her alone. She went out thinking of walking back home. The weather was nice, perfect according to her state. It was windy , cloudy and peaceful. She couldn't help but inhale a deep breath of air. She felt calm. ___________________________________________________________________________

He'd gone food shopping with his parents, knowing his dad would let him get a large pick 'n' mix. When he got back, he shared it with us. We all sat watching the colours blend in the sky, shouting out what each cloud looked like and then debating it with each other 'That one looks like a bunny' - 'No, it looks like a hand playing the scissors from rock-paper-scissors.'

The summer rain came without warning. Asher and Carter stood outside the door, drenched by the pouring rain. "Dad?" Carter's voice carried endless panic. "Has Mom really abandoned us?" Asher closed his eyes. His heart was already bleeding. He knew he could no longer deceive his son or himself. Winona truly did not want them anymore. … The next morning, Winona arrived at Julian's door early. The moment the door opened, Yara flew into her arms, clinging tightly and refusing to let go.

The warmth that had been in the air just last week had either faded away into the sky or leached into the earth. The breeze was roaring like a swirling storm when they reached their destination; it was the sort of rough night that made one assume that spirits and evil might well be merging. The wind brings neat drops, each one a promise of the rain to come. As chilled air moves the clouds, streaks of grandness breakthrough from a patient moon.

Chris cursed loudly through clenched teeth and I quickly picked up a gun and pushed it towards him with trembling hands, my eyes widening and a strangled gasp slipped out of my lips as I realized the reason for him cursing angrily a second ago. He got shot— in his right arm, and it was bleeding fast, soaking his sleeve up immediately. “Fuck, Christ.” I cried out dejectedly as I crouched down beside and handed him the gun and he collected it with his left hand after a few seconds. The shooting had finally stopped, which made me drag in the first slow breath since the start of the shooting spree.