Words Are But Wind Novels & Stories

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**

And then, quiet as the wind: “She won’t live to see the seventh month.”

"Ventus portus in visibus tuis. Domus tua in proxima viam. Terram firmam, per vias ambulamus, Navigo per silvas, umbras dominamus. Viam arcanam, parate iter meum, Teleporta me, ad viae verticem." Translation: "Wind, carry us in your sight. Your home awaits on the nearest road. Solid ground, we walk along the paths, Navigating through forests, mastering shadows. Arcane way, prepare my journey, Teleport me to the pinnacle of the road." The air around me seemed to tremble and crackle with unseen energy. In an instant, a gust of wind swirled around us, lifting strands of my hair and rustling the leaves. My surroundings blurred as if reality itself was being twisted and reshaped.

Didn't you give Harper the peach spritzer first? Todd never responded. A few minutes later, the group chat was disbanded. ... A colleague called me back for a nap. I agreed, switching off my phone. On my way back to the office, the wind began to pick up. While waiting at a red light, I suddenly remembered our graduation day, when a fierce gust of wind had blown my cap clean off. Todd had chased it down and gently placed it back on my head. "That moment was stunning," he had said, his eyes filled with warmth. "When we take our wedding photos in the future, we'll swap the cap for a veil. When it flutters in the wind, you'll look beautiful."

And the wind whispered it back. ❦

The night of the autumn turn is often accompanied by strong winds. The sound of the wind howling was like the howling of a wolf, announcing its presence. As the night progresses, the sound of the wind gets louder as it makes the window rattle nonstop. Looks like Sarah has had enough. “This voice bothers me, Your Highness,” Sarah said while playing with Hayden's nipples. The two seem finished spending another hot night. Hayden pushed Sarah's naughty hand away. Then he got up and went to the window side.

The grief of being weak as he waited for the evil men to shoot his family. His life fleeted before him and he was there spectating it all over again. "Life is ephemeral like the wind in a stormy day," he couldn't help but be poetic. With his words, in this mysterious place, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and blew with it the scent of spring, and it was immediately gone like a popping bubble without sounds.

It could mean anything. “Second line is changing. Yin becomes yang. Biting Through becomes Disharmony, or opposition. The meaning of the changing line is, ‘cutting off the nose.’” “To spite my face?” She squints at me. Scowls. “When the mouth eats, the nose taste the food first. Mouth by itself cannot taste much. Like this, if you have weak perception, you cannot penetrate to the deeper meaning. Is like cutting off your nose. Keeping your senses blunt. Maybe you don’t want to taste the truth. Afraid of deeper forces. You walk a dangerous path. Like a blind man on a cliff. Only if you feel the wind, do you step right . . . You have been in danger today.”

This strength must be cultivated with a sweet temper. The wind, that inimitable power of nature that breathes furious life into the most inanimate of things, chose this moment to hurtle itself upon the wooden edifice with primal force, leaving the parishioners breathless and uneasy. It whistled through the cracks and crannies of the old, metal roof, giving the walls ancient voice: and speak they did…