Sneeze Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

“You look like someone who could use a good laugh.” I raise an eyebrow. “Do I?” “Yep. Lucky for you, I’m full of stories. Did I ever tell you about the time I outran a tornado in my old pickup truck?” I blink. “I don’t think so.” He launches into a tale so animated and absurd I can’t help but laugh. “...And there I was, wind howlin’, my dog howlin’, and me screamin’ at the top of my lungs like a banshee! But we made it, me and ol’ Duke.”

Stupid hands! The door unlocked with a click and I pushed it open, wincing at the ominous creaking sound it made. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the house and promptly started sneezing from the dust that assaulted my nostrils. With watery eyes, I glanced at Zane who stood there without a care in the world. Why am I the only one sneezing here? Then I chided myself for the silly thought.

"Tell me, Syanja." Jung-Hoon whispered into her ear in a deep, husky voice, sending shivers through her body. "W—what are you doing, Jung-Hoon?" She felt so nervous, getting weak because of his touches. "Why?" A question whispered out of his mouth, making her breath hitch. "What I-if someone sees us like that?" Syanja stuttered a little but maintained her words. "I don't mind it at all." Jung-Hoon tightened his grip on her waist. Both of them were fully wet not to care if they caught cold, if someone sees them like that, but it didn't last until Syanja sneezed multiple times. Jung-Hoon's eyes widened as he realised what was he doing. He loosened grip on Syanja's waist, making her look at him

He wiggled trying to avoid my fingers. "Ok, straighten up!" He bent over to grab my seatbelt and lock it at my side. I surely straightened up and tried to hold my breath so as not to smell his scent. "Ok you can breath now! " He said smirking. Did he know I was holding my breath? I stared at him figuring him out but I can't. "What?" He tried to look innocent. "How did I know? Of course, I was so close to you but I didn't feel any air coming from your notrils, that's why! Haha"

She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

Screaming I closed the door to my room. I waited there in silence. Crying and trembling. What if mommy dies? ”Mommy?!” I whispered from under my covers when somebody entered my room. The smoke made it hard to breathe and the screams of different creatures were so loud like they were next to me. Mommy always told me that, good girls don’t cry. But I couldn’t stop the tears. I want my mommy. I uncovered my face and there was a male. Showing his sharp teeth he approached my bed with a sword in his hands, raising it over my head. But something came out of his chest. A sword. And when he fell I saw mommy. She ran over to me. Soothing my panicked state.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

~CAKE~ By noon, I was convinced my lungs were trying to leave my body. I sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time, barely managing to grab a tissue before it became a disaster. My head throbbed behind my eyes, my nose was blocked and running at the same time, and every time I coughed, it felt like my ribs were protesting. Sienna stood at the foot of my bed with her arms crossed. “Normal people swim during the day,” she said.

"What about these tulips—got any stories behind them?" She picks up a yellow one, holding it out. "These are my favorites. They remind me of spring back home, starting fresh. Want a closer look at the rest?" I nod quickly, and she comes around the counter, leading me to another display. As we move, our arms brush—accidental, but it sends that little buzz again. She points out different ones, explaining colors and meanings, and I ask questions to keep her talking. She opens up a bit more about settling into the city, how the shop's her way of making roots. I share a story about wandering the markets as a kid, skipping the royal parts, and she chuckles at the funny bits, her eyes lighting up.