High Pitched Noise When Blowing Nose Novels & Stories

Young and bold. The others did not fare so well. Slowly they sunk to the ground. *Crack!* With the opening of his fan, Ren increased the pressure with a wave. *Whistle, whistle!* Two different pitches rang in the air. It was a distortion effect that tackled the synapses to the brain. The Lan members started to get delirious.

Every sound overlaps, collides, and nothing is in sync. Tires hiss on the street outside, rubber slicing through puddles, spraying arcs of dirty water that slap against parked cars. A bus rolls past, heavy, the vibration rumbling up through the floor and into my shoes. Somewhere, a baby cries, sharp, stuttering, then is hushed by a voice too soft to cut through the noise. My mind continues to catch every sound, every movement... just like it always does.

The shuffling sound grows closer by the second. My heart hammers in my chest erratically, fear clutching at my body and keeping me locked into place where I sit. A rancid smell gets stronger the closer the shuffling gets to my place on the floor, the scent choking me as I struggle not to breathe in the terrible smell unsuccessfully. I slowly lift my hand to my face and pinch my nose shut with my fingers as I cover my mouth with the palm of my open hand. The shuffling sound suddenly stops as a grinding noise replaces the sound. The shuffling grows louder and more hurried as it scurries back to whatever corner it came from, but not quick enough.

Those who weren't riding were cheering them on. The main event was really lively and seemed to be what everyone including Max had been waiting for. Max had even pulled the throttle so many times that it made the exhaust sound very noisy. I don't know why hearing this kind of noise suddenly makes my chest tight. I also felt like something was blocking my airway so I opened the helmet visor. I inhaled as much air as possible which I thought would relieve the symptoms I was feeling. But it didn't, instead it got worse when I inhaled the smell of gasoline. So I finally closed the helmet visor again.

Ancient. And then — silence again. Until— they heard a sound. Not from within the hollow, not even near. It was far above, borne on the high winds like a whisper clothed in steel. A horn. It blew once, low and deep. The noise raised the hairs on her arms. Kael jolted upright. Lucian turned from the edge. Serakha stood. The wind, stronger now, poured into the basin and extinguished the fire with a soft hiss. Burning embers died, smoke coiling upward into the black sky.

Not today. It was then I heard it. A soft, wet sound. Gurgling. Faint. But it was there. I bolted up to my feet, senses on high alert. Whoa. The coppery smack of blood just slammed into my nose—fresh, too. Instinct pretty much took over. I shot off toward the noise, ducking and dodging around tree trunks, branches smacking at my arms, ‘til I stumbled right onto whatever the hell was making that mess.

I tell myself as I sigh hard. I'm grown, I can like a kid, Bella is one. "Jay, open up!" My Mom called. "What happened... Have your dinner first!" She yelled. I want to speak to her but I can't... My nose started to bleed. The second time in one week. I didn't have any drugs. I feel my nose, I don't have any injury. My chest is beating unusually, I can hard breath through my nose, I start breathing from my mouth. Sit slowly on the floor to regain myself.

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.

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.

The man she least wanted to see. She was in too much panic that she was able to push the door, shutting it close with all her might. The loud thudding sound of the wooden floor hitting something else could be heard. Seconds later, It was Shane’s turn to yell in pain. “AGH!” It was a painful shriek followed by a banging sounds on the door. “You! Why are you so violent? Shit! My nose is bleeding!” Shane’s voice sounded wheezy because of nosebleed.