Ear Whistle When Blowing Nose Novels & Stories

"Turn off the lights above her bed! Miller, elevate her bed a little. Sorry about that, child. Now, can you try once again? Slowly, on count of three. One... two... three...yes, slowly." I tried again and finally, I could open my eyes. But when I did, I wanted to close it once again and this time, it was not because of lights. I didn't know where I expected to wake up at, but the white room with white walls and white ceiling was definitely not it. Not to mention, bound by various wires to a white, beeping machine. There were two extremely uncomfortable little things in my nostrils, making a 'hiss' sound as they threw air inside my nose. I wondered if they were trying to play with my nose. So

She could imagine herself roasting the meat and eating it for dinner and she gets hungrier as every second passes. She carefully aimed her spear at the rabbit keeping herself steady so she doesn’t scare it. Her concentration and determination are at their peak when suddenly, she felt an itch on her nose. She tried to hold her breath and concentrate to the point that her eyes were watering. She begged herself not to sneeze for what it feels like an eternity when finally, she couldn’t hold it in. She sneezed. And the rabbit heard it and ran away.

His nostrils flared. "You are not fine."

A violent tickle started at the back of my throat. Achoo! The sound tore through the oppressive silence of the entryway. Mace’s head snapped down to me, his brow furrowed. "You okay? Are you getting sick?" "No," I sniffed, rubbing my nose rapidly. "It's just... the smell. It's strong." Achoo! Achoo!

"Full of what?" "Snot." Cale looked horrified. "My head is full of... biological waste?" "Basically." "I need to evacuate it." "Here." Elion handed him a box of tissues. "Blow." Cale looked at the tissue. He looked at Elion. "I do not know the technique," Cale admitted. "You don't know how to blow your nose?" "I never had to. My body was self-cleaning. Efficient." "Okay. Put the tissue over your nose. Close one nostril. Blow out the other. Gently."

Estelle’s POV Chloe rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, her small face scrunching up like she’d smelled something bad. “Aunt Daisy’s flowers smell nice,” she said nasally, still rubbing, “but my nose feels funny.” Before anyone could respond, Harrison turned his head sharply and sneezed loudly. He frowned deeply and yanked a handkerchief from his pocket, pressing it against his mouth and nose fast. Chloe was still rubbing her nose, blinking at him with watery eyes, and I watched his eyebrows pull together slowly. His mouth opened slightly and he tilted his head, looking at her more closely now, his gaze moving from her nose to her eyes to the shape of her face.

"Uh, uh-uh-uh..." There was a strange ringing sound in my ears, and for a moment I thought it was a hallucination; it sounded like the movement of tree branches shaking and crashing against each other, and like the sound of a knife cutting through a curtain, and like the noise of nails scratching a blackboard, unpleasant and appalling. After listening to it, I finally realized in a daze that it was my own huffing and puffing sound. I couldn't control it, my entire respiratory system was like a leaky motor, revving faster and faster, on the verge of falling apart.

The thought brought a little smile to my lips that was cut off when something smacked me hard in the face, knocking off my feet! I looked up to see one of Sierra's cronies with a trash can cover as she high fives her friend. Something wet made its way out of my nose and I touched it to see blood. The pain was swift at this point, accompanied by ringing sounds in my ears. They were talking, laughing even, but I couldn't make out what they were saying through the ringing sounds in my ears. I was hit in the face, how come my ears were buzzing?!

she turns, looking slightly out of it and walks right into the door with an ‘oof’, and I have to cover my mouth to stop from laughing. “Goddess sake, can’t you go five minutes?” Richard says in exasperation. She mumbles a ‘shut up’ and quickly dashes off. Richard shakes his head and then faces me, “Alright, let’s get this nose pointing the right way,” he says, walking over and holding my head steady, placing his thumbs on each side of my nose. “So we counting down or– ” a loud groan of pain cuts off what I was about to say as Richard swiftly readjusts my nose, and right away I can breathe easily through my nostrils again. You never know how much you miss that feeling until it’s gone.

My throat felt like the Sahara Desert as I felt my toes twitch. The enhanced sound of a constant beeping was almost deafening to my ears, and my nose twitched under the strong smell of hand sanitiser and bleach. My eyes felt glued shut as I tried to open them, and I noticed it felt like days since I've used any of my senses.