Ear Whistle When Blowing Nose Novels & Stories

As soon as my mom sees me the next morning a loud gasp comes out of her mouth "what on earth happened to your nose?!" She screeches, actually hurting my ears. "Woah mom, calm down" I yawn still in sleep mode from just waking up a few minutes ago. "Don't tell me to calm down when you walk in here looking like that!" She exclaims gesturing to my nose. "Now you better tell me what happened right now!" She demands.

My face feel all wrinkled up and folded like a used up paper, like the used tissue paper I'm currently squeezing in my tightly clenched fist. "Drink a little, I'm not asking you to drink everything." Silas cajoled softly, shaking the plastic bottle of water in my face, a few droplets flew out and landed on my face toy distaste. "Stop sprinkling water on me, it's fucking cold." I snapped, wiping my face with another roll of the tissue paper before blowing my nose again. What's with my nose now? This is one thing about crying, my nose would probably keep running till the end of today.

It created a narrow choke point where the wind shrieked through broken window frames. The sound was high-pitched and relentless. Auditory texture: sharp, whistling, cutting through the thin air. The vibration of the wind rattled the loose glass in the frames above my head, a rhythmic clatter that masked the sound of fifty Sand-Eaters breathing in the dark. "Hold," I whispered into the comms. My own voice felt like grit in my throat. My jaw was locked, the masseter muscles bunching until my molars ached. The Sand-Eater Alpha crouched beside me. He licked his chops, a wet, repetitive sound. His yellow eyes were dilated, fixated on the horizon where a cloud of red dust rose into the atmosphere.

He stares back at me. “Tsk. I told you to keep icing it.” Without waiting for him to answer my question, I get close enough to smell his breath and tilt his head, my palms gently touching his jaw. I lean in. My heart starts beating louder at his questioning look. Using my phone's flashlight, I check the inside of his nose. No visible blood clot. No nasal valve collapse. For now. But his airways still appear a bit narrower than how they're supposed to look. Or is it just the angle?

"But I’m quite interested in the current situation I am in." She halted for a moment, took a deep breath, and tilted her head up as if listening to the wind. Then, suddenly, she placed two fingers in her mouth and let out a sharp whistle that pierced the air. I winced and covered my ears, overwhelmed by the shrill sound bouncing off the valley’s walls.

All of them turn their heads toward it. "Shit,shit!" I swear, covering my mouth with my hands and holding my breath. My heart is beating too fast. All of a sudden, now, something awful rises into my nose. I feel the urgent need to sneeze. My muscles tighten as I force myself to hold still. "Relax, hold it in... please. Just a few more minutes," Miles whispers, smoothing my back.

For the first time in my life, I kind of glad for my petite frame that I could fit into this space. The smell of dust wafted into my nostrils, trickling into my nasal passageway and threatening to cause me to sneeze. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose tightly. I keep on repeating a silent mantra on my head—please don’t sneeze, please don’t sneeze, please don’t sneeze. That until the trickling sensation of my nose has subsided, letting me sigh in relief.

A sound that shouldn’t exist anymore. I pressed my hands flat against the windowsill, leaning out just enough to let the cold wind slap my face. My brown wavy hair whipped around my cheeks. “Come out if you’re there,” I called softly, trying to sound bold like I always did. “Stop hiding like a coward.” The whistle stopped. Silence swallowed everything except my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. The curtains brushed against my arms, cold and damp from the night air. Then, just as I started to pull back inside, the whistle started again. Fainter. Farther away. But still the same tune. Still Tristan’s.

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.