Words Are But Wind Novels & Stories

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

And all I stand to lose again. Outside, the wind howled like a wounded wolf.

Together. In every chest. In every rise. In every moment. The light. The love. The breath. Always. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the movement. And it flowed. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love. The love was the movement. And it flowed. For the fleeting. For the boundless. For the interval. The story was not spoken.

The wind suddenly roared through the clearing And all at once Every newly awakened mate lifted their heads in unison. Their eyes glowing. Their expressions empty. And their voices Spoke together.

She's become the model of a well-behaved heiress! My brother looked relieved. "Well done. It's good she's obedient. Sending her to the countryside was not in vain." The village chief's son brought me forward. The cold wind cut me to the bone. I was wearing only a thin long-sleeve shirt and pants. The loose fabric whipped in the wind, revealing my frail, skeletal frame. Seth frowned, reaching out to take my hand. I shivered slightly and bowed deeply to him with utmost respect. "Hello, Seth."

Geneva leaned against me and asked about my plans for when we were back overseas. “We should get married immediately upon arriving. You promised me, remember? You can’t go back on your word.” “Alright. We’ll do it immediately. No regrets.”

“Maybe the wind was too strong. It just blew something into his eyes.” The evening breeze carried the sweet smell of bread baking from the bakery down the street. Life went on. My daughter said she wanted to get pasta from the shop downstairs tomorrow morning. I would have to wake her up a little earlier.

And it is like a North-eastern December wind, but also, simultaneously, it is wet and heavy like August. How did we get to this. When did we become broken pottery. The wet swooning wind howls in answer. I don't know, I am sure it says. Figuratively. Neither do I.

All of this made Zephyr look forward to his talk even more. “The element of wind is an energy within the universe. The fiery wind in hell, the unknown wind in the deepest part of the cave, the arctic wind in the South and North poles, the violent wind in the desert… all of these winds differ and yet come from the same source,” Elder Cuthbert continued to explain.

Maybe wind isn't the best word. I think back to what happened down by the church, but how to describe it in words ? I push in ‘wind’ and look down over the results. I spot an online encyclopedia about wind. I click on the link, finding a lot of explanations but nothing about wind following a person. The word mythology seems to jump at me and I read: "In Greek mythology the northern wind is named Boreas, the southern wind is Notos, the western wind is called Zephyros and the eastern wind is named Euros". Boreas is marked with a link and I click on that.