Words Are Wind Novels & Stories

Dax POV My lungs are on fire. Each intake of breath seems to make me even more tired, and each exhale is inevitable. On and on and on. Cycle repeat. I can see the sun as it streams through the gaps in the branches, like a liquid fountain traveling through sieve. The leaves above my head lighten in the sunlight, turning a nearly transparent green. This high up, the wind is the unchallenged presence. It skims over the top of the trees, dancing between them as nimbly as a stalk would dance in a stream. It rustles my hair, tickles my face. The wind has always fascinated me because of my love for travel and exploring. The wind makes it everywhere. There is no place it hasn't visited, no land it h

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.

Outside, the wind rattles the trees, shaking loose the first of the autumn leaves. Finally, Josh exhales and steps back. “Forget that for now, Ari,” he says, voice softer now. “It’s too early in the season for this.” I nod, holding my phone tight against my chest. As he leaves, closing the door behind him, saying nothing and everything all at once. I let the wind carry the weight of everything—the missing summers, the distance, the cracks forming between us, the unspoken promises. Autumn has begun, and everything feels like it’s falling. But maybe… just maybe… Some roots, some seasons, are strong enough to survive it.

"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.

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.