Wind Breathing 9th Form Novels & Stories

he asked curiously, his hand offering a bottle of water, his eyes full of interest. Windy was surprised but nodded slowly, "Yes, I'm a new student. Not a crush, just... a sibling," she replied coldly. But Bryan continued to tease her, "Good, that means I can get close to you. Do you want me to teach you the notes? This class is difficult for beginners," he said, starting a light conversation, his heart happy because of the opportunity to get revenge on Leon. ***

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

I walked back, inhaling deep - one, two, three - exhale. I could do better than that. Six point eight was above average...For a human. I wasn't human; I could do better than this. I know I can. Again, six point six seconds. By the fifth sprint, my lungs were burning bright, but my form held steady. I was determined. I looked at Herrington, who nodded at me curtly. I grinned. Six seconds exactly. It didn't seem like much, but in this situation, I'd reduce my time by nearly an entire second.

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.

Thinking about what had happened to the previous partner, Gabriel offered a silent moment of sympathy for this business partner who had presented Jason with the tickets to the Twilight Dance Company's performance. Gabriel took a deep breath, mentally preparing for Jason to throw a tantrum. Unexpectedly, not only did Jason pick up the ticket, but he even looked at it in detail. Although the ticket was quite huge, the design was extremely minimal. Other than the main information, there were no further distracting designs.

The wind blows as it wishes, and the leaves dance along with its flow. Voices echoed on the building's corridor as their feet created a marching sound on the tiled floor, and the Castrill's students began to walk, leading themselves to their restricted classrooms. The gloomy atmosphere of the hallway creates a negative impact on the students' moods. Renesmee Fuentes, standing by their room's doorway as she waits for their class adviser. She sighed and took a glimpse of her watch, "It's already nine o'clock, she's taking so long." She mumbled.

Cedrick replied calmly, "You know very well that I can't touch the Ninth Master's stuff." "But I'm not just some stuff. I'm a person." Windy suddenly pushed aside the plate in front of her and stood up. She walked behind Cedrick, swaying her enchanting body figure as she took her steps toward him. Windy circled her fingers playfully on his neck and then across his temples. "If you put on a pair of glasses, you'll look even more like the Ninth Master," she teased him. Catelyn stared at Cedrick. He did not even push Windy away!

Dax POV My lungs are on fire. Each intake of breath seems to make me even more tired, and each exhale is inevitable. On and on and on. Cycle repeat. I can see the sun as it streams through the gaps in the branches, like a liquid fountain traveling through sieve. The leaves above my head lighten in the sunlight, turning a nearly transparent green. This high up, the wind is the unchallenged presence. It skims over the top of the trees, dancing between them as nimbly as a stalk would dance in a stream. It rustles my hair, tickles my face. The wind has always fascinated me because of my love for travel and exploring. The wind makes it everywhere. There is no place it hasn't visited, no land it h

After reading for some time he turned and frowned to see the cover page. "October breeze'. Is this the title." he asked in amusement. I nodded enthusiastically. "And may I know what this means." he questioned, cocking an eyebrow. I smiled and took his hand in mine. "Do you know what the speciality of October is?" I asked. "Of course. In that month na, we both got married." he replied excitedly with shining eyes. "Ya the special day of our life and this October signifies our marriage day and breeze....it refers to you Rohan." I said looking at him lovingly.

Sebastian still felt a bit confused, but he didn’t want to prolong the questions, so he simply nodded and looked at Dinda, who appeared uncertain. “So, Dinda has to blow into this for breathing exercises, right?” The nurse nodded. “Exactly, sir. This will help open the airways and improve airflow in her lungs.” Dinda sat there, still feeling weak, gazing at the blowing device with doubt. Sebastian sat beside her, trying to encourage her. “Dinda, sweetheart. Try blowing into it, okay? I believe you can do it.”