Words Are Wind Novels & Stories

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.

“Eve, I’ve cut ties with Mandy and sent the two children away. I swear, I’ll never let her or those children she gave birth to appear in front of you ever again. From now on, my heart and my body belong only to you. I’ll also transfer all of my inheritance into your name. “I know I was wrong. Please, give me one more chance. I swear I won’t betray you again. If I ever do, you can throw me out of the house and make me leave with nothing.”

“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.

"Whenever the wind blows, I remember the song." "The song that you made and created for so long~" "As soon as the wind stops, so does your voice." "Still, you're my sunshine, though no one knows." La la, la la la, la la la, la la... La la la la, la la la... La la...

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**

Once a muted grey, the sky darkened further, casting long shadows across the sugarcane field. With a shared smile, they gathered their belongings, laughter echoing through the air as they playfully dodged the raindrops that now fell increasingly. The wind, once a playful companion, now urged them towards shelter, whistling through the sugarcane stalks like a symphony of nature's power.

“You’ve been working on this.” Alice took a deep breath, remembering the feel of the wind as it swirled around her. “I am air. I am freedom,” she whispered, reaching out to the gentle breeze. She could feel the cool air caressing her skin, a reminder of the element she was trying to harness. As she concentrated, the wind picked up slightly, swirling around her fingers. “Come on, I can do this,” she encouraged herself. “I just need to keep calm.” But as she focused, the wind grew stronger, whipping through her hair and tossing leaves into the air. “Whoa! Too much!” she exclaimed, trying to rein it back in.

The white-haired lord suck him deeply, causing the sky to dim and the mountain to blasted with destructive wind. Slowly, as the wind reach everywhere, it materialize and reveal the army of white. They uttered bizzare words, strangely rhyme with the destructive blows of a wind. Even the sucking sound of blood deliver away from the veins of the young man adds to the bizzare. It is good to the ears, atleast to the understanding of the townspeople. The town is surrounded, and upon the sight of the Mountain slolwy embrace by the destructive wind, the hellish reach the heaven!

Those fiv⁠e words und⁠id me more than any⁠ declaration eve‍r could. Wh⁠en s‌he left th‍e r‍oom, I leane‍d ba⁠ck and looke‍d toward‍ the windo‌w again. Th‌e s‌torm had‍ passed,‌ but its scent stil⁠l lingered in the ai⁠r — fresh, electri‌c, alive.

"Egredere et saltare mecum." In response, a soft breeze began to stir, caressing my face and rustling my hair. I fluttered my eyes open, revealing their vibrant magical hue, I extended my fingers towards the sky. The wind obeyed my command, swirling around me in a playful dance. Giggling with delight, I twirled on the spot. The wind followed my every movement, spinning faster and faster until it formed a miniature cyclone around me. Leaves and petals lifted from the ground, swirling in a mesmerizing display of nature's power.