High Pitched Noise When Blowing Nose Novels & Stories

I clasped my hands and put them on my chest,extended my legs,keeping them together and inhaled deeply. A bug went up my nose. My eyes flew open and I did a pretty good impression of an elephant blowing it's trunk.I gaged,sneezed and coughed until I dislodged what seemed to be a very irritated fruit fly.I rubbed my nose as it flew around my head cussing me out."You think I liked having you up my nose pal?"It probably gave me the finger then went on it's way. "Oh,this is ridiculous"

he yelled, remembering, his voice getting louder each time. He grabbed a clean towel from the nearby table and pressed it into my trembling hands. “Pinch your nose. Right here. Hard,” he guided my fingers to the soft part beneath the bridge. I tried to tilt my head back. “No, no, forward!” he corrected quickly, angling my head down. Blood dripped onto the towel, but at least now it wasn’t choking me. He ran to the kitchen, nearly slipped. In minutes, he returned. He handed me a bag of frozen peas, and pressed it carefully against the top of my nose.

"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.

With unsteady legs, I stumble forward when my ears abruptly fill with the instant noise of everything surrounding me—amplified with velocity as its range reaches much further than it had ever managed to before. Overwhelmed by the eruption of clashing sounds hitting me without warning, I clasp my ears as they burst with pain while I try to regain control amidst the chaos ensuing within them. Focusing on the nearby repetitive drip of a broken tap somewhere upstairs, I push my way past the angry resonating echoes of the outside City and single out my audible target before hesitantly releasing my palms from my head. Wincing in anticipation, I hover suspiciously, as if awaiting the unbearable noi

I look at Lana to see her smiling at me as if encouraging me to do it. “Just- Just think of calling someone for help. Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Like... say, please we need your help and listen to my call. Then you blow that horn.” Lana said as I look at the shell like horn in my hand. I sigh then close my eyes. I clear my thought before I say the words Lana told me to say. Still have my eyes close I begin to blow the horn. I feel strange because I can only hear some gush of wind from the horn I am blowing. I feel weird and want to open my eyes but I remained close eyed. The feeling I am feeling while I am blowing that horn feels so relaxing and calming. As if all my problems ha

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.

Something solid slamming into the side. The airbag exploded into my face. A blunt, violent blow. Sharp pain across my nose, my forehead, my cheeks. The car kept dragging, skidding. Another hit, harder, on my side. My body slammed against the seatbelt. Glass shattered. A hollow, crushing sound like something bending past its limit. My head snapped back and forth. There was pain. So much pain. And then, suddenly, silence. Not complete silence. There was still a high, distant ringing in my ears, like the world had been muffled underwater. But no more screaming metal. No more tires scraping. No more horns.

A sound escapes me…small, humiliating. “Easy,” the voice says again, closer now. “You’ve been through enough.” My heart slams hard against my chest. Enough of what? The road crashes back into my mind without warning. Headlights. A horn blaring too loud. The sound of my own breath hitching as I stepped forward. The pressure in my skull spikes suddenly, sharp and blinding. I gasp, fingers curling into the sheets beneath me as the memory fragments overlap the buzzing traffic noise changing into shouting, metal screeching into something that sounds like screaming.

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.

Shana laid her head down on Halsey's lap as she snuggled close to her. She could hear soft snores coming from Halsey's chest. She closed her eyes and began to doze off. Her eyes suddenly flew open. What was that noise? A scratching sound comes from above. Was the ceiling leaking? No that can't be, it must have been a raccoon...right? Right. Shana closed her eyes. The sound stopped but it seemed to echo inside her head. She began to feel a tingling sensation on her face; the sensation felt weird and uncomfortable. It was very cold. Then the tingling sensation started to move down her nose, across her lips, and her chin.