Words Are Wind Novels & Stories

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.

The storm was relentless, but we pressed on, our senses sharp and our determination unshakable. The wind howled around us, a fierce gale that seemed almost sentient, as though some unseen force was trying to slow us down or scatter us apart. But I refused to yield. With every ounce of strength, I led my warriors forward, our bond as a pack keeping us united against the storm.

And the wind, crossing the room, barely lifts the newspaper, like a discreet response. A warm breath, almost tender, brushing our faces and carrying away the last ashes of silence.

At that moment, though, he was exhausted. The contents in the thumb drive made him realize that everything felt like it was crushing down. His beautiful childhood sweetheart, Josie Law, was not the person she seemed to be. His wife, whom he thought would wait for him forever, had left him just like that. She even left him things that were enough to destroy him once and for all. There was one last file he had yet to open. Inside were just four words. [Don't look for me.] Xander knew what she meant. If he went looking for her, she would expose those lethal materials to the world.

"The wind—it's getting dangerous!" "I just know," Kael whispered as he watched the wind accelerate into a screaming vortex. He could hear her cries shift from sobs to a loud, agonizing scream that ripped through the air, echoing off the cliffs. The sound was visceral, filled with years of loneliness, hatred, and a grief so heavy that he felt it too.

MEREK The air in the north tower was thin and smelled of old starlight. I stood by the stone window, my hands resting on the cold ledge. To a human, the wind sounds like whistling. To a wolf, it sounds like a howl. But to a spirit, the wind is a library. It carries the voices of everyone who has ever lived on this mountain. Tonight, the voices were loud. They were whispering names I hadn't thought of in a hundred years.

She nodded, shivering as the wind screamed around her, huddling in her coat for what turned into three long hours. Darkness swallowed the sky, and she finally got through to Colton's phone. "When are you coming back?" she asked, her voice quivering against the howling storm. However, the line was dead silent. After what felt like an eternity, Colton's voice came through, icy as the winter chill: "I'm not coming back. The car's gone. If you want to return, you're on your own." "What are you saying?" "It's your punishment," he said, his voice a frost she had never felt before.

“We won’t be seeing each other again once this cooling-off period is over.” Saying these words somehow made me feel more relaxed. Charlene frowned. For a moment, she looked like she had more to say to me, but then, her phone suddenly rang. It was, of course, none other than Zachary Wordsworth, and he was sounding very tense. “Help me, Charlie! I think I gave my patient the wrong dose of medication. His family is here now. Will they do to me what they did to Isaac?” Charlene immediately reassured him, “Don’t worry, Zach. Let me handle this. Just say that you put in the dose Isaac told you to.”

It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every route an option, imagine. I've always adored the wind because it comes at me so forcefully and touches my skin. It jolts me awake in the cold, and attentiveness allows me to savor the moments in both dry and wet weather. It is finer than silk and smoother than water in mild breezes. In the gales it whistles through the trees, sending loose leaves on a whirling funfair ride, captivating, wonderful. It is the freshness over my skin, that produces a magnificent flag of my ruffled hair. It's a winding chorus in the trees, a melody is sung so fearlessly. There are times when I sense that push and swirl within me, that stirring to reveal w

I nod my head and signal for her to carry on. "So if you master controlling the wind, you can control the weather. That is why I said, on earth it is considered quite powerful. Unlike the other elements, wind needs space. It cannot be confined. That's the only downside of this element. However, to some, this symbolize freedom." Yeah, she is making sense. "Now, you must know that wind does move objects and can be very destructive. This is only determined by the speed and strength. Master it and you can even create a tornado, Gale and hurricane. You can create cyclones and anticyclones as well."