Ear Whistle When Blowing Nose Novels & Stories

I snapped at myself like I was someone else. I took a deep breath. I had been a scientist, and I wasn’t a dumb one. No matter what happens, I had to fight for myself. I picked the whistle, and observed it closely. It seemed to glow like a snow in the dark, and I swallowed hard as I looked at it. I looked around and I couldn’t see where to blow the horn. I had to turn it around, and for the first time, I saw a slight opening in its mouth. I had to blow it through there.

Am I sweating? Oh God, I think I'm sweating. Why the fuck am I breathing so loud? Do I have a booger up my nose or what because I swear it sounds like a whistle? No ways, there's no way that I have a booger up there, I just took a shower and made sure I thoroughly cleaned myself. For crying out loud, I even blew my nose. Oh God, I hope I brushed my teeth properly and none of them are a little bit yellow or worse...bad breath.

I swallowed the bitter sob rising in my throat, my chest heaving as the air in the tiny cubicle felt entirely microscopic, suffocatingly tight with their malice. My nose suddenly began to prickle, a violent, unstoppable sensation flurrying through my sinuses from the heavy chemical fumes of the fresh bleach they had used to clean the floors. No No, no, no. Please, God, not now, I prayed wildly, my fingers frantically pinching my nose, my teeth clenching together in a desperate, frantic attempt to hold back the reaction. But my body completely refused to obey my mind. Achoo! The small, muffled sneeze escaped my lips, cutting sharply through the echoing acoustics of the restroom.

My lips twitched when I remembered what it means. My med student cousin lectured me about the so called ‘ringing in the ears’ known as tinnitus which sound like blowing, roaring, buzzing, hissing, humming, whistling, or sizzling. The noises heard can be soft or loud. The person may even think they’re hearing air escaping, water running, the inside of a seashell, or musical notes. It can happen when you are over-sensitive to a loud noise. “I have to go,” I cleared my throat and gathered my things then my unfinished milk tea.

He continues to blow and my ears ring from it’s loudness. “Excuse me!” I scream at him while blocking my ears , however he does not hear me. He turns still blowing into the instrument and I think he is going to hit into me but instead , as soon as his trumpet comes into contact with my skin he disappears into dust. “Fucking hell!” I curse for like the second time. I limp backwards , my heart in my hand – I am beyond scared right now. I hear in a distance , someone loudly announcing something. I turn around slowly , holding my breath.

“Are you okay, babe? I don’t answer at first. Instead, I flex my jaw and rub my ears for any sign of damage. Thankfully, the fact that I can hear him means that my eardrums are still intact, but my ears still feel like they’re on fire. He takes my face in the palm of his hands and inspects me. “Your nose is bleeding.” He says as he rubs at my nose with the sleeve of his sweater.

, I hiss ruthlessly. My hand comes up and I grasp the bridge of my nose. Huffing loudly three times through my mouth to boost my courage, I yank the cartilage back to the centre, releasing a piercing cry at the sharp pain that explodes on my face. The pain radiates through my nerves and I could swear I felt it all the way to my fingertips. The motion instantly brought warm tears back to my eyes and I feel as though I had just broken the nose all over again. I hunch over the sink, groaning in agony while biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. With my eyes tightly closed shut, I wait for the worst of the pain to subside.

he yelled, remembering, his voice getting louder each time. He grabbed a clean towel from the nearby table and pressed it into my trembling hands. “Pinch your nose. Right here. Hard,” he guided my fingers to the soft part beneath the bridge. I tried to tilt my head back. “No, no, forward!” he corrected quickly, angling my head down. Blood dripped onto the towel, but at least now it wasn’t choking me. He ran to the kitchen, nearly slipped. In minutes, he returned. He handed me a bag of frozen peas, and pressed it carefully against the top of my nose.

With a determined motion, she brought the rim to her lips and swallowed in one swift, desperate gulp. Inhaling a deep, shuddering breath, she exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling with the weight of her emotions. She used the back of her hand to wipe her nose, the gesture a mixture of both necessity and an attempt to regain composure. The faint sound of her sniffling lingered, like the echoes of a storm that had passed, yet left traces of its presence.

There was white stuff on the toilet cistern. He looked around, there was no one around. He searched for any hidden camera, but there was none. He slowly brought a small knife out of his pocket and took about fifteen milligrams and stuffed it in his nose. He was shocked he just inhaled face powder mixed with white pepper. He cleaned himself up quickly, walked back to the hall, and continued sneezing. Parker signaled the music to stop. They all fixed their eyes on the guy and wondered why he was sneezing continuously.