Sneeze Story Novels & Stories

i was feeling very okay yesterday, so how did i get sick overnight, I sneezed and got up from the bed, walking into my bathroom still sneezing "Oh no I don’t like being sick” I muttered and went back to bed and laid down Susan walks into my room yelling "wake up sunshine” I squinted my eyes why was she being so loud this morning She opened the curtains and i tried blocking the sunlight with my hands “Please put the curtains down Susan" I groaned and sneezed again "Oops" she puts the curtains down and walks over to my bed "What’s wrong Emily, you don’t look too good" she says worriedly and i sneezed again

The squeegee fell from my hand as I started sneezing hard, and loud. Lisa who was watching me all the time stood up and gripped onto my arm, worried. "Oppa, what's wrong?" She asked, her tensed gaze fixed at me. I looked at her with my hand covering my mouth. "I... have... haccu..." A sneeze succeeded again before I finally let the voice out of my throat. "I have a dust allergy." I was trying hard to talk, and the continuous sneezing was making me hard to breathe.

While in bed I had a strange dream which woke me up instantly only to find myself in a four squared white room with all kinds of machines on me . Finally seeing my swollen eye lid begin to open with blurry images ,I heard mom whisper a prayer before finally asking a question."Do you need water ?"she asked before passing a glass to me . "Am I going to die?"I asked.The unshead tears in mother's eyes fiercely run down upon hearing this . "Of course not honey I'll do everything to save your life. " "Mum I don't want to die, I'm too young, I don't want to ,I just can't leave." "It's ok dear you're not going to die . "

I am lucky to be a guy, though I am not too lucky to escape from the claws of a pervert. Trying not to worry my boss with a personal matter like this, I take another deep breath as I try to calm myself down. I rub my nose as I sniffle. “Why am I not?” I put up a smile and look back at Jamie through the mirror, “I was just sneezing, and the bacteria spreads all over my hand.” I said, showing my fully sanitized hands to him.

- Sniffia woke up, from the bed, held her head, slightly opened eyes looking around the room. "This same dream again. Ugh! My head are in pain." She yawned and stretched then tears rolled down her cheeks from both eyes, she slowly touched it, looked around the room and at the window noticed it was morning at the Inhumane village, after some minutes, walking around Grandma's house, seeing that no one was at home, she walked outside, stood still beside the door way scanning the whole village as everyone in the village were busy doing their activities, she drew in a deep breath, then walk around,

he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" she asked, her voice curious. Mino took a deep breath, launching into a ridiculous tale about the time he accidentally superglued his shoes to the floor during a school assembly. He mimed the actions, making her laugh with his silly gestures. As he told the story, Mino's face contorted with exaggerated expressions, his voice rising and falling with comedic timing. He was a natural-born storyteller, and she found herself giggling uncontrollably at his antics.

He sneezed so loud I jumped out of my soul. I screamed. He burst into laughter, holding his stomach. “Oh my God!” I hit him with the blanket. “Warn me!” “How do you warn someone before sneezing?!” “Say something! Do something!” “Like what? ‘Incoming sneeze’?” “Yes!” “You’re unbelievable!” “And you scared me! My brain almost left my body!” “You’re dramatic.” “You’re disrespectful.” “You’re loud.” “You’re rude.” “You’re impossible.” “You’re a walking raincloud!”

"Let’s get you warm," he said as his fingers threaded gently through my hair, trying to untangle the mess the rain and his drying had left behind. I didn’t expect it—the simple gesture, his touch—it caught me off guard, making my chest tighten in ways I didn’t want to think too much about. My body, traitorous as always, leaned into the motion. And then, without warning, I sneezed. It was loud and unladylike, and I immediately clapped both hands over my nose and mouth, mortified. My eyes widened as I tried to suppress another sneeze building in my throat, but Lucas’s startled expression completely derailed me.

"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.

When his head fell, he also died. But don't be afraid! This is just a little story to scare children! I will tell you how it happened. In the city of this story nobody smiled or played games, all the children studied all day. In the colorless city, adults worked all day and the older ones taught the younger ones how to work until the day they died. On the day that no one remembers the exact date, very heavy rain arrived in the city followed by a floating sea of ​​heavy rain clouds. And with the rain came the boy with a bluebird in his arms. The boy happily hopped around the dark city streets, not caring about the strange looks the boy was humming; "Can someone offer me a place under your roo