Words Are But Wind Novels & Stories

Back then, he would follow me around with a runny nose and claim to protect me. I shook off the thought and continued talking to him. We got along well. When it was time to leave, he kindly offered to drive me home. On the way back, he joked that when we were kids, I would say I was going to marry him. I just smiled awkwardly. He stopped the car and looked at me seriously. “Wendy, I want you to know that I liked you back then, and I still do. I’ll wait for the day you open up to me. There’s no rush. I’ll always be here, just like before.”

A sudden rush of wind swept in; its arrival was announced by a faint whisper that quickly grew to a deafening roar. The wind burst forth with incredible force, catching everything in its path off guard. Trees swayed violently, their branches creaking and swishing through the air like giant tentacles. Debris were lifted, swirling around in maddening circles as the gusts howled and whipped through the air. “It's darkness. Stand your ground and hold yourself,” Bruno yelled. As suddenly as the wind came, it disappeared into a body and a woman, not young and not old appeared. “You really know when it's me,” she blurted out.

The wind answered with a low, steady rush through the trees. It sounded like agreement.

She closed her eyes and whispered back to the wind, “Then let the world believe.” The wind carried her voice away. And far beyond the city walls, through valleys and forests and the frozen roads of the north, the echo of those words followed the messengers on their way to the mountains.

The storm arrived the way old debts do—slow at first, then all at once. It stacked itself over the ridge like a bruise deciding where to settle. The pines leaned into it, whispering in that language needles use when wind makes them tell the truth. Word carried through the Holdfast that we would run. Not for spectacle. Not for sport. For the business of reminding the line it still had a spine.

Before going to bed, I took my diary and wrote down a quote from Lise Kiberwa's poetry collection called "Wind", Completely for no reason at all!: >>Like the wind, I don't want to belong anywhere. Just like the wind, I want to be felt but not seen. Like the wind, I want to both strengthen and extinguish the wildfire. Like the wind, I want to stress some poor old lady gently sweeping her compound by bringing all the dirt she's been removing.

Lucine twirled her hair playfully, her voice amused as she said, "Is there a need for me to lie?" The forest was silent, with only the whispering of the leaves brushing against each other as a gentle breeze blew past. Selena tightened her hands into fists, not expecting the truth of Lucine's disappearance 20 years ago to be this inconceivable.

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

Ms Vento sucked in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "I could hear their conversation from last night." Ms Vento finally confessed, staring at the ceiling, her eyes unwavering. "They were talking about some sort of plan they had..." The older woman trailed off as she looked back down at the young man in front of her and pursed her lips at the confused look on Ash's face.

Trees started moving, shrubs were uprooted and the wind grew stronger and stronger by the second as we struggled to not be blown away by the strong gust of wind. **Κράτα με από τον άνεμο και μη με φιλήσεις . Πάρτε πίσω τη δύναμή σας και κρατήστε την για εσάς, έτσι πίσω στον αποστολέα Hold me back from the wind and don't blow me away . Take back your power and keep it to thee so back to sender**