Sneeze Novels & Stories

The yellow pollens from the flowers settled on his cheeks and his nose and even found their way into his open mouth. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. Hunter stood there, stunned. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, involuntarily inhaling some more pollen. His eyes shot open as he let out a sudden sneeze, his entire body jerking backward and making him lose his balance. He flailed his arms in an attempt to regain control, but it was futile. With a loud crash, he fell back onto the floor, sushi splattering across the carpet.

She can't let that happen. She tried her best to hold in the sneeze, but the more she tried, the more it threatened to come out. And the process of holding it in was making her face grimace, if any of them spot the scrunched look on her face, then it would also be a give away that she has been awake since. She was in a very right situation. And it was getting to a point where she couldn't hold the sneeze in anymore and she had no choice than to release—

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

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.

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.

A violent tickle started at the back of my throat. Achoo! The sound tore through the oppressive silence of the entryway. Mace’s head snapped down to me, his brow furrowed. "You okay? Are you getting sick?" "No," I sniffed, rubbing my nose rapidly. "It's just... the smell. It's strong." Achoo! Achoo!

What a refined lady I am. And not just one sneeze 3 consecutive sneezes that make my eyes cry with no apparent reason. Gideon was infront of me in an instant. He lift my face. Worry was prominent in his face. He stares at me as if assessing if I am dying already with just sneezing my brains out. Unfortunately I sneeze again but thankfully I did not sneeze on Gideon's face because that will be embarassing. Gideon mumbles something and looks around. He lifts me bridal style to my chagrin.

The amount of awareness I had with my current situation is enough to tone down my cries. The cold weather easily dried my tears. It made everything more uncomfortable now that I feel sticky every time I move my face. It’s hard to breathe with my clogged nose. I could breathe through my mouth, but that means the snot can get inside. As much as blowing out all the snot sounds wonderful, that would only make my face stickier. With nothing else to do, I screamed my lungs out. They said you could feel lighter after shouting your frustrations. It did, just a little.

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.

He giggles and pokes my side trying to distract me but fails. "Ha, I’m not ticklish..." we both freeze as the old man clears his throat from across the room. Releasing Miyama, we fix our rumpled clothes and he makes his way towards us. His palms touch both mine and Miyama's cheek, a warm smile forming along his mouth.