Ear Whistle When Blowing Nose Novels & Stories

I will just stay here, fingers in my ears and pretend to not hear anything and not exist at all. I sat, pressing my back against the balustrade, stuffing my fingers in my ears. I wished I had extra hands to cover my nose, too. Her scent was getting stronger with every passing second. There was a subtle gasp, and after that, those sounds stopped coming. I cautiously took out my fingers that had reached my middle ear. Complete silence. I gave a silent sigh of relief and sat on the floor, stretching out my legs. My back and head rested on the bars of the balustrade.

“A-choo!” The sneeze was violent, echoing off the marble floors. Her eyes immediately began to prickle, the telltale heat of a flare-up blooming across her cheeks. She sniffled, reaching into her bag for a lace handkerchief, her vision blurring behind a thin veil of involuntary tears.

He was sniffing. He buried his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling so deeply it sounded like a growl. He circled me, his nose trailing over my shoulders and chest, his breath hot against my skin. He looked back at Eilis and let out a series of low, guttural huffs and a sharp, clicking sound. Eilis watched us, a tired smile breaking through his exhaustion. "Yes," Eilis said softly to his brother. "He is."

I wanted to look at his face and make sure he wasn't suspicious of my plans. Opening the door, the first thing I noticed was the eerie silence in the house. Marcus was an avid whistler. And why he wasn't whistling, he constantly had his airpods in his ear, and you could hear his nasal singing from a mile away. Why wasn't he singing?

Before we became friends apparently, I used to be bullied in preschool, (not much that I remember) but I always knew why because it was an ongoing insecurity of mine until I was about 14. I used to squeak. I don't know why or how it started but when I was younger whenever I became overwhelmed, I would squeak. I think it's more of a whistle-type noise in my ears that may be created by the small gap between my 2 front teeth but in everyone else's ears, it sounds more like a squeak than a whistle. Sometimes even as an adult, I squeak, but very very rarely and the name is still a thing (as you can see) not only by Alissa but also by my older brother. Mason, who is only 3 years older than us and

She leaned her back against the icy, rough surface, calming her racing heart. Her nose had swollen at the bridge, making it challenging to breathe. Every breath through her blocked nasal passages sounded like someone whistling a sad tune. Aiko's fingers gently trailed over her misshapen nose and bruised eyes. Then she put her hands on each side of her nose and cracked it back into place with a firm swift move. Tears flowed from her eyes as the pain spread across her face. Aiko spat out a lump of blood and loosened her shoulders.

Making his breath hiker took a deep breath splashing water on his face, again and again, multiple times. "Fuc* why am I-" closing his eyes tight shut as his ears start to ring. “Koishi~ my dear Koishi” once again feeling the whispers against his ears bitting over the bottom of his lips. A sudden wave of pain hits over his head as a small amount of water enters inside his nose. “Haa! Haaah fuck! now I'm hearing that brats voice” Koishi curses under his breath finally stopping with his hand splashing on the water. Making it one last time to hit it against his face closing his eyes tight shut turning his head the sideway.

"And I can already tell you're going to be enthusiastic. You're practically vibrating with eagerness." He was right. Ethan was nervous but desperately curious. "Now. There are some practical things you need to know. First, breathing. You'll need to breathe through your nose because your mouth will be occupied. Practice that now. Close your mouth, breathe normally through your nose." Ethan did, feeling ridiculous. "Good. Second, your gag reflex. Everyone has one. We'll work on controlling it, but for tonight, we won't push too deep. You'll learn to take more over time. Third, jaw fatigue. Your jaw will get tired. That's normal. We'll take breaks."

Due to taking quick hasty breaths, the dust managed to get into my nose, and I sneezed hard. We heard the strange buzzing sound, and I covered my mouth, only for another sneeze to come true. I sneezed again, and Elias scrambled to his fist to cover my mouth. I held his hand there, willing myself not to sneeze. Eventually, I let out a tiny one, and with my eyes watering, I looked around, taking Elias' hands off my mouth. Everywhere was dusty. It was probably because we had fallen through it. All the dust seemed to be settling.

For a moment, the only thing I could hear was the echo of my voice in the distance, before a terrible wind followed. “Of course. Does it ever get better?” I muttered, glancing around and lifting my elbow to cover my eyes and nose. The air grew with intensity, rustling my hair and rippling my clothes violently. I hunched over a little, facing the ground and covering my face with my elbow. After a moment, the wind reduced, but didn’t go away totally. Slowly, I stood straighter, pulling my elbow away from my face and turning back to the wall. A sight made me flinch. I almost jumped.