Stories tagged “wind”

  • Raindrop

    Awakening to a new and strange world, I fall briskly through the turbulent air. Freshly birthed from Mother Cloud, I descend with my brothers and sisters to the unknown lands below. The wind whips me from side to side as I continue towards my place of ...

  • Sailing the Dream

    The wind shifted and I opened my eyes and took a firmer hold of the tiller. I had dozed off into the dream again. I blinked my eyes and shook my head to clear my mind. It was getting dark and cold, the sun just a diffuse glow on the horizon. With the d...

  • Stall Speed

    Pitch, power, airspeed. Pull back on the yoke and the nose comes up. Reduce throttle to maintain altitude, the airplane slows down. Balancing pitch and power, the horn comes in, low and reedy, then stronger, louder, insistent. You keep raising the nose...

    • Author: Roymcm
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Phantom

    There are no memories. Only the wind. Only myself. Even that is gone. I know what things around me are called. The tree is brown, its leaves are green. The sky is blue, clouds are white. The little dots below me are people, and when I move closer to th...

  • Rose Garden Part III

    The students could smell the turkey as they walked down the hallway. As they made their way to the dinning room, they saw a enormous dining room table filled with food. The chefs were busing cutting up the turkey and placing it upon the plates. “Plea...

  • Zephyr

    I skim along the crests of the waves, kicking up caps of white foam. Soaring higher, I push the seagulls up from below, and with a mischievous whoosh send two of the flock flapping and twisting sideways with a wicked gust. There is land in the distance...

    • Author: B. Booth
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • music

    my heart pounds faster heavy metal drums my ears soft wind strokes my arm

  • Continued...

    The wind blows, knocking my hood back causing me to think, just for a second, of turning around and heading home. It is as if the wind is beckoning me back. I shake my head, ridding my mind of the thought as I pull my hood back up. I take a few more st...

  • End

    I open my eyes and up above me I see the sky, plain and black. Silence is all around me, and no one is rushing to my side to help. Maybe I am already dead. I attempt to move, and with little pain I sit up. I look around me, thinking I am in heaven, to ...

  • Dandelions and Clouds

    With my eyes focused up and out, I see my portrait in the sky. I see white mist seemingly frozen in time against a pastel blue ceiling with no boundries. That’s my soul. The lonely cloud. The breeze tells me secrets of it’s plans for me. I ...

  • Chomping Bubbles

    With a wad of gum between my not-so-white teeth, I attempted to calm my frantically beating heart. I felt a sheepish grin spread across my adolescent face. Chomp. Chew. The wind blew her hair around her face. “Why’re you so great, huh?̶...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • The Fire in Her Eyes

    It was raining. They gathered around her, huddling closer, hoping to catch a glace at her eyes, hoping she could warm them up with her stories. Most of them had no home. At least not one they could go back to. She sat on a log and started speaking, alm...

    • Author: Mars
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • October Wind

    I was walking home from the train station. I’d finished college a little late and it was now half past six. The streets were reasonably empty. Just a few people passing in their cars, paying me little attention. My attention at that time was else...

  • In The Cold

    There is snow falling, and wind blows past the buildings. One building is white. Tall. wide. It has many great wings. In front of this building is a glove, encasing a hand which is attached to a man. With snow and tears, the glove is wet. And in the co...

    • Author: Cowls
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Glowing Eyes

    The yellow glowing eyes stood out against the trees, piercing the darkness and falling snow. As it moved closer lush, silvery white fur seemed to materialize out of the snow itself. I stood up with my back already against the tree as the creature conti...

  • Alone Again

    I don’t know how long I was sleeping there, but I didn’t wake up until I felt the wolf lift his head and look around. I looked to the sky which was just beginning to turn purple in the early dawn. My guardian was intently watching far off i...

  • My Guardian Angel

    As my tree came back into view, I noticed that the circle I traced around the tree had been smeared by the increasing bitter winds. But where I had slept the night before was still clean of snow. As I walked closer a spot of green stood out against the...

  • The Winds Voice: Prologue

    Have you taken the time to listen to the wind lately? Not to the sound it makes blowing through the trees and tossing dried leaves along the ground but to the wind itself? Have you listened to its speech; a language made not of words yet if you take ti...

  • The Train Symphony

    The pines and oaks were angry as they bent and broke flying through the air like projectile missiles. The wind howled loudly as the clouds grew darker. The door on the white house clapped at the wind and trees as they continued with their symphony. The...

  • The Shack

    The wind came up from the West, rattling the lone, remaining shutter hanging on rusted hinges. Everything of metal on this place seemed to be rusted to within a second of falling apart completely. Nails had worked their way slowly out of the wood that ...

  • Le vent

    I want to run with the wind. The breeze is my sister, the gust is my mother; the gale is my father. I want the Sun on my back and my sister beside me as I find horizon’s end and all places in between. I want to go where I am taken; pulled along o...

  • Strength in Weakness (poem)

    Flying high, flying proud, Beaten, battered, worn, Scars and faded color, Making struggles known, In the rain, heavy, wet, Storm force gales are greater force, Threads of tears pull loose and trail, Strain, reach outward from its post, The winds ripple...

  • Desert Wind

    The wind blows hot across the desert. Ripples form in the sand. I see a dry ocean with love drowned beneath the waves. Blisters form on my lips from the lack of you. You slipped through my fingers like so much sand leaving me rough, scarred, empty. I t...

  • The Envelope

    He pulled at his beige trench coat collar. He didn’t like the wind. He didn’t like that it messed up his ironed dress shirt and expensive haircut. Sure, he could get his mother to cut his hair, but then he would have to see his mother. Ligh...

    • Author: D.E DeWitt
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Daffodillydallying

    Basil petals Drift where the Indigo wind settles Over crimson calderas. Slopes of dandelions freckle The flowered faces of our being Embodying j us t daffodillydallying

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5