Novel & Cerita Sneeze Fiction

"Everyone gets sneezes." God. "Even me." Fair. "Even Mama." Reasonable. Pause. God. "Even you." Fair. Several moments passed. Reasonable. Then: "Oh." God. The realization. Fair. Slowly arriving. Reasonable honestly. Then Adrian continued. God. "Being sick isn't always scary." Fair. "Sometimes it's just a sneeze." Reasonable. The lesson settled quietly. God. Then from inside the crib— Fair. "Achoo!" Reasonable.

A tickle started to form in my nose. No. No. No. Please, not now, I begged silently. I held my breath. Pressed two fingers hard beneath my nose. Willed the sneeze to go away. But the dust under the bed was too strong, too thick. I’d crawled into a forgotten, dusty corner of the world, and now it was trying to betray me. The sneeze came out—tiny, barely a sound. More like a squeaky gasp. But to me, it sounded like an explosion.

At first Inayat frowned in her sleep but at the next moment sneezed. She opened her eyes instantly and sat on the bed looking at Aadil furiously And again started sneezing. "Are you mad?.” Sneeze. “Why did you…. *Sneeze* made me…. *Sneeze* smell Rose.” *Sneeze.* *Sneeze*. She was continuously sneezing due to the rose smell. "Are you allergic to roses?" He asked her, making a horrified face. As his plan flopped and also ruined his last hope.

One day, I was feeling inspired and started writing when Mandy came over to ask, "Ginny, what are you writing?" I was just about to respond when Snowie said, "She's writing a story about a raven picking up rocks to get water, but accidentally falling for a flower." Mandy subconsciously looked at what I was writing. I could not block it in time. When she saw what I wrote was what Snowie said, she looked terrified. "I thought Snowie was faking it about hearing thoughts! How could she know what Ginny was writing?" Snowie replied calmly, "That's because I've always been telling the truth. I was just a little nervous back then, so I didn't hear her thoughts properly."

No matter how Diana struggled, she couldn’t escape from Brian's hold. “Brian, I…Achoo!” Diana felt her nose was itchy. Without finishing her words, she sneezed, and a piece of snot came flying out of her nose and hit Brian in the face. The bedroom fell into a deadly silence. Diana was scared. Oh, God! What had she done?! She had just sneezed snot on Brian's face! But she couldn’t help it. “Achoo!” Another sneeze again. But Brian was prepared this time. He rolled to the other side, took a tissue, and covered Diana’s face with it. He said unpleasantly, “If you stain the quilt, I will throw you out to sleep on the street.”

I sneezed all over the pretty girl. Because that's how you get laid, you sneeze to mark your territory. Sweet God, why hadn't her dad just discovered me, shot me, and buried the body? Fallon scrunched up her nose. "Bless you." "I'm the saint, I should be blessing you," I countered, trying to recover from embarrassment. I gripped some clothes to stand and ended up falling down again, this time with dresses covering my face. Shocked, I jerked back. "You have dresses?"

Florence. I scrunched up my nose as specs of dust wafted through my nostrils. A chill ran down my spine as a familiar sensation worked its way towards my nose. I knew it was coming and I could already picture the outcome. If I didn't find a way to control it, I would sneeze out aloud again, and for the umpteenth time too.

My mother lightly tapped my forehead, scolding: "Don't flatter me. Is it really delicious? I find it a little too sweet!” I quickly shook my head, “How can it be sweet? Please rest assured in your craft, okay?" As soon as I finished speaking, I sneezed loudly. The smell of oil smoke made my nose itch unbearable. I rub my nose, taking a step back in the wrong direction. Then, a continuous sneeze resounded in the quiet space. At this point, my nose must be red. I can even feel tears falling down my cheeks. However, seeing this scene, my mother laughed again.

My legs swing left and right like a pendulum as the man marches towards what sounds like a building. The sound of glass doors sliding open and a burst of cool air hits my body. There is loud chattering in the building and their voices bounce off the floor and walls. The smell of an overpowering smell too. A mixture of antiseptic, chlorine, mops that have not been washed for too long and a faint undercurrent of sweat and stale second-hand cigarette smoke hit my nostrils. And I sneeze. I fucking sneeze. Suddenly, the whole room comes to a standstill. Anyone who was moving stops, and the whole room becomes so silent you can hear a pin hit the floor.

That way, I could enter without being seen. As I walked, my body began to shiver. The cold night wind made me dizzy, coupled with the dress that clung to my body. Damon wasn’t in sight. I could finally try to sneak in. Just then, I felt an unyielding sneeze coming. I tried to hold it back, closing my mouth, but it suddenly burst through my nose, bringing out warm fluid. Shit. I had just been wet for a few minutes, and I already had the flu.