Novel & Cerita Words Are Wind

Isn't it easy to have these? Jorden shook his head and said, 'A tree attracts wind.'.

The wind blew hard, sending the dust curled up into the air, then threw it out again and sprinkled it on the ground. The wind smacked the face, threading through the hair of the pedestrians who were rushing to run in the rain. The trees rustled, rustled, the old leaves couldn't stand, leaving their branches and fluttering in the wind. The rain fell, and the first raindrops gently kissed the cheery leaves waiting for the rain to wash away the dust on them. The rain drizzled, dancing merrily, throbbing on the rooftops and the pavement. Raindrops, drop by drop, drop by drop. They cheered, each one criticizing the other for being slow and challenging the other to see who would finish first. Then

Ayla shouted as hard as she could. The wind carried her words over rivers and forests, through human villages. And when the wind entered Elven villages, Ayla’s words could still be heard.

All of this made Zephyr look forward to his talk even more. “The element of wind is an energy within the universe. The fiery wind in hell, the unknown wind in the deepest part of the cave, the arctic wind in the South and North poles, the violent wind in the desert… all of these winds differ and yet come from the same source,” Elder Cuthbert continued to explain.

They didn't know anything about a spirit. But it was too late. "Tempest"

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

Just us, Ryder and I, standing, still breathing, still holding on to each other through the destruction. As we turned to leave the sanctum, the wind shifted again but it was soft this time, almost like a whisper. It carried a single word through the trees, faint but unmistakable. “Beware…”

What the Wind Left Behind Selena’s POV There was something different about the wind today. It didn’t whisper the same way. It didn’t bite like winter or drift like spring. It pressed itself against the windows of the lake house as though trying to speak not loudly, but insistently. A breeze that came with memory, not weather. As if the sky itself had been holding its breath since I walked away from Kieran’s world and had finally exhaled.

She laughed tenderly, it excited her. Finally, the wind. It blew softly against her skin as its humming sounds added a touch of background note to the music. She could feel the weight of the wind, it was peaceful and serene. It blew tenderly and soothingly against her skin and hair, while it blew gently on the leaves of the trees.

The night wind blew heavy, the trees swaying as if trying to hold on to their roots their last lifeline to the earth. Each gust roared like an angry spirit, and yet, they stood firm, gripping the soil as thunder cracked across the sky. "Wrecking Ball" played faintly in the background its echo carried by the wind through the thick forest as Riven's car sliced the darkness like a shadow on a mission. The music blended with the storm, a strange melody of heartbreak and violence.