Novel & Cerita Sneeze Fiction

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.

I was surprised to see so much affection but still absent mindedly shook my head saying no. "You sure?" He asked again and I shook my head like the previous time. But then what I did next had him on guard once again. I let out a series of sneezes as my hand that was drowned in the huge sleeves of his overcoat, shot up to cover my mouth. Finally after I was done, I peered back at him from under my eyelashes to see his reaction, knowing he would be disgusted with what I just did. But he did exactly the opposite of what I thought. "Oh no! Shit I've got you sick!" He sort of scolded himself. I was honestly feeling a little cold now because even my teeth started chattering a little.

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.

I give her a rueful smile and open my arm to call her, “Come here.” The girls refuse to break the hug, making me giggle as I suddenly sneeze. They break away and worriedly look at me busy wrinkling my nose and rubbing at it. “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Something just….” What is this scent? I blink my eyes and scrutinize my girls. It’s not from them. My wolf instinct kicks in inquisitively, sniffling the air with keen concentration. I sneeze again, greedily inhaling too much of it as I toss my head to my left and shake wholly with a powerful sneeze that draws snot from my nostrils.

In fact, he was blind. Shivering with nervousness he slowly made his way through the crowd and quietly took a seat at his table. His superior, a very nice Saint Bernard dog, appeared in front of his desk. He placed his big paw on her shoulder and declared "All big fish start small" as he handed her a file with the title. Case of the stolen heart of the moon. He hears the animals whispering things like: Is he crazy? Or I would do much better than him! A large tiger even commented:

My eyes fluttered shut. Almost there. Almost— “ACHOO!” The sneeze ripped out of me without warning, loud, violent, and so ridiculously timed that for a second, I was sure the universe was personally trying to humiliate me. My whole body jerked forward with the force of it, and I buried my face into Ryker’s chest, mortified beyond belief. Oh my God. Oh my God. Please, someone—anyone—kill me. I would have gladly dug my own grave right there and climbed into it.

I should check what my mind has been pondering about instead. I rose from my bed and walked over to the wall on my left. Gently, I placed my hand against the cool stone surface, feeling the familiar click of the security check. Then, the wall began to move, sliding open to reveal a small, dark room that I had never entered for some years now. A cloud of dust drifted into the air as the wall opened, tickling my nose and making me want to sneeze. I pinched my nose to try to stop the sneeze that was threatening to escape. With a loud ‘achoo!’, the sneeze burst out of me, shaking the dust from the webs on the walls and causing it to drift down like a soft, powdery snow.

My lungs completely gave out, and I stumbled backward, the paper crinkling in my trembling grip, until my back hit the edge of the kitchen counter to keep me from collapsing. I called Lucy, and she rushed over, but neither of us knew what to do. We just sat in the middle of the most beautiful greenhouse, staring at the velvet petals. A violent sneeze rips me out of the memory, snapping me back to the present, and I sniffle pathetically, pulling a tissue from my nose to wipe my watering eyes.

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.