Audible Wheezing Novels & Stories

"Wheezing... Wheezing..." There came a gust of wind all of a sudden. Faintly, a strange sound was heard in the wind. Ding Hao listened carefully and could not help showing an amazed expression. Because the sound was changing with the wind. It sometimes sounded like a Holy Spirits' battle song, sometimes like the neighs of horses and the clashes of weapons, others it was like countless elderly, weakened people, women and children weeping. It also sounded like the howls of beasts, and sometimes like the roars of devils...

When I return, his lips are blue, his body trembling. A sob tears out of me before I can stop it. He's supposed to be invisible. "I-I brought it. It's here," I cry, reaching for his hand. His eyelids lift slowly, his eyes unfocused. "How are you feeling?" I ask, wrapping my arms around him to pull him to me. He melts against me, burying his face against my chest. "Can't breathe," he wheezes against me, his body quivering. "Hurts…"

It was too late. Just then, a warm hand gripped mine tightly, bringing my thoughts back into order. “Calm down.” That gentle, soothing voice filled my ears. “You're okay. Just breathe in and out slowly. You can do this”. He pulled my shaking body closer, wrapping his arms around me while rubbing my back gently. I struggled to inhale and exhale in unison but my lungs refused to cooperate. It was almost impossible to breathe without wheezing and I was struggling.

In a matter of moments? She sighed nonchalantly, then kept going, the disassociation in her voice clear. “They teach you a lot here in anatomy. But they really prepare you for what it sounds like. The popping of someone’s neck. How the sound of suffocation is more like water gurgling down a pipe than a wheezing.”

He moved into the room, his stride slow and lethal. ​Bella pushed past him, her maternal instinct bypassing the fear that should have frozen her. She reached the crib, her hands trembling as she looked down at Toby. His small face was pale, his chest heaving in shallow, wheezing jerks. The sound of his struggle for air was a physical blow to her heart. ​"He’s not wheezing because of a cold," Bella said, her voice shaking with a sudden, sharp realization. She looked at the nebulizer, then at the man. "He’s having a reaction. What is in that mask?"

His breathing was becoming shallow, a distinct wheezing sound echoing in the quiet room. "Xavier?" I stood up, walking around the table. His eyes were wide, beginning to bloodshot. Hives were blooming across his cheeks. He gasped, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Heart… racing," he choked out. "Can't… catch my breath."

Now I try to wipe off every trail of humor in my face to sound stern and it works. “Sorry daddy.” Andre apologizes with a cheesy grin before taking one of the cakes. But our cool moment is short lived after we take a few bite. Andre suddenly stops eating and his tiny hands flies to his neck. A tiny jolt of panic course through me as I anticipate what is coming. He begin to wheeze and his face turning fast red. Asthma. Without bothering to ask him what is wrong, I jumps down from the counter im sitting on and holds Andre up.

“Have you been experiencing any symptoms? Like, shortage of breath, wheezing… anything?” “Well, my friends say I wheeze sometimes, and I do feel out of breath doing things that shouldn't require much energy.” I bit my lower lip for a second. “It's just, I've had a lot going on lately, so that's probably why I've been feeling this way.” He had a thoughtful expression on.

He is restless, his chest heaving in shallow, whistling gasps. His eyes are shut tight, and his skin looks a sickly, waxy grey in the dim light. Chloe instantly recalls the inhaler in his backpack….the one they took from him. Asthma. He’s having an attack. The dust and the stress are closing his throat. She starts humming, a desperate, muffled sound behind the tape. She shakes her chair, the wood creaking and thumping against the concrete, trying to draw the attention of the men at the door. But the two guards are busy.