Sneeze Fiction Novels & Stories

Keith didn’t go inside the shop but passed in front of it because he thought the shop must be closed. As he passed by he noticed something odd, He saw that the shop was open and there were customers inside. “Who must be dealing with the customers when I’m here.” He whispered to himself. Keith tried to look carefully but he couldn’t see anyone properly. “I’ll come to work tomorrow” He started to walk towards his home and noticed people. People who would look rich. He saw a family in a car who was waiting for the signal to turn green.

Somewhere in the cybercafé, Anthony sneezed again. Anthony sniffled. After cleaning his nose with some tissue, he threw the tissue into the trash can, which was already full of tissue papers he had thrown earlier. "Look at you. Why did you become a killer? Now karma is hitting you back!" Mocked Rex from the side. However, Anthony did not say anything. He knew best about his own body. The season was transitioning lately, and the weather became cool and warm alternately. After lying on the sofa for the whole afternoon, he caught a cold and started sneezing every day.

Notwithstanding, the young lady is honored with her dad's captivating, loud snicker and calm character. The young lady is sneezing in the lady's hug, delighting in the glow the woman gives. Presently she isn't crying as a result of the fierce breeze, but since the premonition bound through the air, the premonition no one but she can detect. It carries with it incredibly cool, its dreadful paws sinking into the young lady's small body. The premonition transforms in a moment to a bone-pulverizing dread, enhancing the chills that are resonating all through her body, making her a heartthrob. It is like spikes of ice are being passed through her chest, even the air freezing from cold and crude fe

“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.

*sneeze* '' i said continue sneezing. ''Raghav listen.....wait why you're sneezing so much??" Mom asked me. ''Mom please!! *sneeze* don't change the topic. And you...this is your surprise.'' Looking at my mom and sister angrily i left to my room. They were calling me but i didn't paid any heed. Coming inside the room and i went towards my balcony and sat there. After two minutes i heard a knock on my door. I know it's my sister. I didn't said anything but she enter inside with her puppy i mean her husband.

I couldn't smell much other than the build up of dust that accumulated in the small room causing my nose to wrinkle, I sneezed. I had climbed on to one of the chairs so I could see what was going on. I bit the inside of my cheek as I concentrated on balancing on my tippy toes and peering through the small box window in the corner of the room. I wish I hadn't. Nothing but death stared me in the face, people were gnashing their teeth at one another, clamping their huge jaws into each other's throats. I could hear a mixture of whimpers and growls, it was chaos and I couldn't understand what led to such brutality.

If I’d been wearing my mother’s lip gloss, it was all gone. And I said, “Hi.” Up close his smells clouded his skin, tainted into sweat. Soap and cigarettes, aftershave and talcum powder. Something sharp mixing with something it shouldn’t. Razorblades scraping inside my nose, making me sneeze. “Bless you, honey.” I didn’t understand why he laughed—laughing like it’s funny to hear someone sneeze. I didn’t understand why he sounded nervous about it: my sneeze, his laugh, both. And not understanding, I laughed back.

The morning arrived earlier than expected, though it wasn’t the soft rays of dawn that roused me—it was something deeper, an instinct humming in my veins, urging me to move. Perhaps it was the newfound presence of Thunder, my wolf, or the weight of the expectations I had set for myself. Either way, the moment my eyes fluttered open, I knew I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. With a quiet sigh, I pushed the covers aside and slipped into the bathroom, the tiles cool against my bare feet. The warmth of the shower was refreshing, easing away any lingering traces of sleep. But just as I reached for the shower gel, a sharp sneeze tore through me.

Meera’s POV I stood at the edge of the stairs, my breath shallow, my body tensing as the sneeze tickled the back of my throat. It was almost unbearable. My eyes watered, and I could feel my nostrils twitching with the impending eruption. Holding my breath, I fought it, wanting to be in control. I didn’t want to show any weakness in front of him. But, of course, just as I thought I could manage it, the sneeze came crashing through, an involuntary explosion of air. It echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls like a distant gunshot. I rubbed my nose hastily, frustrated with my own body.

I didn't expect that there's going to be a painting competition with EROS MILLER as my rival. Let me tell you I don't even how to draw an apple, whenever I draw an apple it's bottom looks like someone's butt and here I'm standing in front of numerous people and not so easy going judges judging the trash like painting I've drawn. It's a long big stroke of a red coloured brush over a white sheet of paper and nothing. Right! Nothing more. When I took the brush I sneezed out of a sudden and this accident happened. I'm not going to change that trash into something beautiful so why bothering to make it better.