High Pitched Noise When Blowing Nose の小説・ストーリー

The bright rays of sunlight shone through the glass windows directly on her face, the chirping of birds sounding so noisy in her ears. She groaned, turning away from the window and grabbed a pillow placing it over her head, in an effort to block her ears from the chirping of birds that sounded mysteriously so loud like they were singing right in her ears.

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.

She vexed as she dropped the glasses and let them sink onto the bridge of her nose. "Yeah ri—" A noise ranged from a far and everyone became at alert with the noise. It sounded like a convoy of cars coming towards tgeir direction, the noise came closer and closer until it became a worry for them and she had to get away from the door. The noise of car engines raging into the night was enough to send fear chilling down my soin like lil nas X pole dancing his way down into hell.

Or maybe it's his demeanor - there's a certain intensity in his gaze that makes me feel uneasy. Despite all this, there is one thing that cannot be denied - his hair and eye color are identical to mine. As I try to make sense of this revelation, I can't help but wonder if he is playing some sort of sick joke on me. The sound of a sharp, abrupt inhalation followed by a short, audible expulsion of air is heard, possibly indicating surprise, discomfort, or the involuntary reflex of a hiccup. This pattern of sound may repeat itself multiple times, creating a rhythmic and disruptive interruption.

The amount of awareness I had with my current situation is enough to tone down my cries. The cold weather easily dried my tears. It made everything more uncomfortable now that I feel sticky every time I move my face. It’s hard to breathe with my clogged nose. I could breathe through my mouth, but that means the snot can get inside. As much as blowing out all the snot sounds wonderful, that would only make my face stickier. With nothing else to do, I screamed my lungs out. They said you could feel lighter after shouting your frustrations. It did, just a little.

The one with the messed up eye and the voice that sounds like gravel. He hits walls when he’s mad. I don’t want him mad again. So I didn’t scream. I sat still and quiet. And waited. ✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✧✦✧ The buzzing got worse when I moved too fast. So I don’t anymore. But sometimes it builds up too big, and my fingers tweak or my breath comes out in huffs. And that’s when strange things happen.

The whisk-whisk-whisk of his stroking got even faster. Suddenly my father made a hissing noise, followed by a sharp inhale of breath. Then it was quiet except for the soft slapping noise. A few more seconds went by and then the slapping stopped abruptly. My dad let out a loud breath and then another. And then I thought I heard him moan, but it was so quiet, it might have been something else.

We prepare to lower the doctor into the dark tunnel, but a sudden sound stops us in our tracks. A high-pitched mechanical whine echoes through the walls of the old factory. The noise is sharp and deafening, and it vibrates through the wooden floor beneath our boots. The sound rises in pitch every second, and the sheer volume hurts my ears. Daniel freezes in place. He lowers his rifle and looks at me, and his eyes widen in fear. "What is that noise?" Dr. Evans asks, covering his free ear with his hand. He looks around the dark room in a panic. "Is it an alarm?"

'Ring-a-ring o' roses, A pocket full of poises, A-tissue! A-tissue, We all fall down.' Naima's eardrums were starting to pain her. It was just that Annoying Thing Adolf and the boys singing wouldn't make it in a singing career. Annoying Thing's voice was a high-pitched nasal whine, like his passages were clogged — they most probably were. 'Clive, Anointing, this isn't exactly the kinda song that gives you an architectural firm vibe,' Ms. McCullough said.