Words Are But Wind Novels & Stories

Magnus held his broadsword, its blade etched with ancient runes meant to ward off dark magic. The wind picked up suddenly, howling through the trees like a ghostly wail. It tore through the forest with such force that the three of them had to brace themselves, the gust nearly knocking them off their feet. Leaves and debris swirled around them, creating a cyclone of movement that obscured their vision. The howling grew louder, almost deafening, until it felt like the forest itself was screaming in warning.

"I won't." Beyond, the wind howled through the vineyards like an evil spell. War arrived. But this time, they would not fight against it alone. Together, hand in hand, they would defeat it.

Just the wind. And Theo's voice once more, harder this time. "We're not alone."

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

] Samuel did not get to read the rest. He and the notes, full of Tania's secrets and dreams, went up in flames together.

His voice grew smaller as he watched my expression. I sniffed, and tears rolled down my cheeks. The moment I started crying, Harry panicked even more. Flustered, he pulled out a crumpled pack of tissue from his pocket and handed it to me awkwardly. "Thank you, Harry," I said. We walked back side by side in the wind.

Every time he heard about words related to dance, he would have a nightmare. The nightmare was always about the day of the fire and Ivy, who never came out alive.

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. ___________________________________________________________________________

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.

Sarah shut down her thoughts and started to write, with her heart as its guide. ''Maybe the wind felt bad for me and is comfortingly embracing me. Maybe the wind wants to be my lover and follows me because it's always alone, just like me. No matter how much I smile, telling myself I am going to be alright, Still, nothing feels right. You shake up my heart and abandon it to be alone. The wind passes by my eyes, telling me it is okay to cry as if the wind is ready to be blamed. When you are the one to tear up my heart and made me cry...”