Sneeze Story Novels & Stories

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,

*sneeze* '' i said continue sneezing. ''Raghav listen.....wait why you're sneezing so much??" Mom asked me. ''Mom please!! *sneeze* don't change the topic. And you...this is your surprise.'' Looking at my mom and sister angrily i left to my room. They were calling me but i didn't paid any heed. Coming inside the room and i went towards my balcony and sat there. After two minutes i heard a knock on my door. I know it's my sister. I didn't said anything but she enter inside with her puppy i mean her husband.

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.

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!”

He smiled, pulling Nora closer to us, so all four of us were cuddled up together in the bed. The baby sneezed once, loudly for such a tiny body, spraying snot all over the front of my shirt. Kieran laughed, and it was raucous and full of life, and when he finished, he wiped at his eyes and grinned. “Yeah,” he said. “She seems like an Ellie to me.”

“A-choo!” The sneeze was violent, echoing off the marble floors. Her eyes immediately began to prickle, the telltale heat of a flare-up blooming across her cheeks. She sniffled, reaching into her bag for a lace handkerchief, her vision blurring behind a thin veil of involuntary tears.

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.

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.