Wind Breathing Novels & Stories

There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her. ‘Must be my imagination,’ she mused, shrugging slightly before deciding to turn around and pat her skirt that had a slight dust. But then, the wind once again came back. It’s a bit stronger this time as it manages to blow her skirt, and some of the book dusk, and that was enough to make Brianna turn around once more. “This wind again… Where did it come from,” she mused, before scrunching her nose lightly as there was… A rotten smell?

, i dont know why but i put my arms out and spin and blow with my mouth, i cant explain but i feel as though im calling the wind, i have no idea where my strength was coming frombut i have neverfelt so strong, I twirl my arms and the wind came, the more i twirled the stronger the winds got, nobody could see a thing, i could only just see Jonas, he was running but the wind kept pulling him back, most people had ducked as low to the floor as they could including Shannon whovwas still behind me, "You can drop the wind now" Jamie said through the mind link, so i dropped my arms slowly until they came to a stop and the wind died down until it was non existent.

“I can finally breathe again. You're still that bird that flies straight into the headwind.” “No.” I held his eyes and shook my head slowly. “I'm the wind itself.”

The city lights flickered outside the window as we made our way to the surprise location. As we arrived at our destination, my heart fluttered with anticipation. I step out of the car, and immediately, a gentle breeze greets me, caressing my skin like a lover's touch. It carries with it the scent of the nearby ocean, a subtle mix of salt and freedom. My hair flutters in the breeze, dancing around my shoulders in a playful, untamed rhythm. I close my eyes for a moment, allowing the breeze to envelop me. It feels as if the world has paused, giving me this exquisite moment of tranquility. The sensation of the cool air against my warm skin is like a whisper from nature, inviting me to savor the

I stretch out my arms and legs, warming my muscles. We all line up side by side, in running positions. With a deep breath, I take off sprinting. My muscles clench with the intensity of every step. Wind pushes up against my body, cooling my heated skin. I barely feel out of breath, while the boys around me begin to lag behind, struggling for air with every breath.

My breathing came in steady bursts, but sweat had already begun to form on my brow, my legs screaming, still recovering from the fourteen laps I ran almost three minutes ago. "Engage your glutes", Herrington guided. I adjusted, pressing my hips down so that the effort was carried by my legs instead of my hips. I huffed out, lifting a hand briefly to wipe the sweat off my forehead. "Don't hunch - Keep your chest up", he guided me again. I hadn't even realised that I'd begun to hunch forward. I adjusted yet again, straightening my spine and keeping my chest up.

The father and son from the Weaver family were both dreaming of turning their lives around. Suddenly, a violent cold wind suddenly blew swiftly across Mount Golmin, making them shiver from the cold. Jordan sighed as he said, “The wind at this place is really too harsh. A gust of wind makes my whole body tremble and shiver from the cold. Let’s leave now.” “Okay!” Jeffrey had also felt the cold air that pierced his bones. He quickly shrank his neck as he stood up and patted the snow off his butt. After that, he stretched out his hand to help him father up.

I suck in a breath and release it with a sigh. Turning I face the horizon, I focus my gaze at the brewing dark clouds and the feel of the cold winds. Rain, rain I think with lots of concentration, the winds become more violent and starts blowing sand and dirt into the air. I clench my fingers into a tight fist and continue with relent; go away come again another day.

The heavy silence that settled over the isolated clearing was thick, oppressive, and vibrating with an agonizing tension. The wind that had been howling through the ancient northern pines seemed to die down into a low, ominous murmur, leaving nothing but the sound of their ragged, overlapping breaths slicing through the freezing air.

CHAPTER 9 Emma woke to wind. The whistle filled her ears, flooding her skull until her brain threatened to freeze solid. She tried to block the sound, but her hands rose in fitful spasms from where they were buried in the snow. They numbed to rigidity before they could go higher than her chest. “H-h-he . . . ”