Sneeze Story Novels & Stories

He screamed, Alexa looked at him, he laughed and fell on her lap. He made them all laugh. He rose up and held his nose, ALexa got reminded of her sister’s pink noses that refused to clean. She bursted into laughter again “See… even… even Keon sees your nose… isn’t normal” she managed to say through the laughter. “Ella, you told me it was just powder we mixed with water and it would easily clean off” Sophie shot at Ella. “It should come off, I don’t know it’s being stubborn, the storekeeper told me it would come off”

Then, he crouched down and looked at something under the bed. I furrowed my brow. What the hell was he doing? Suddenly, a sneeze began to tickle my nostrils. I pulled my head back and inhaled sharply. Callum, eyes widening, reached out and pinched my nose. I whipped my head up to look at him. The sneeze burned at the back of my sinuses, making tears prick the corners of my eyes. But he didn’t let go. And soon, the sensation faded. Ambrose seemed to move into the bathroom. I could hear his shoes clicking on the marble floor, and then the sink turned on.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

"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

“Surprise. It’s back.” ******************************************* “Were you seriously not going to tell us that you got this power back?” Thea whisper-yells as we walk down the hallway. “Can you even call it a power? It’s a ‘sneeze-quake’, I don’t see how it will ever come in handy. It just feels like you’re glitching.” Joey and West laugh. “Why don’t I rip off your arm? I don’t see how it will ever come in handy.” I give them a threatening look and their laughs instantly cease.

I have seen somewhere once the most dumbass man said, "True Narrator never narrates the whole story in the right order...,?" Author's note - People often ask me, why do I use " ...,? " this kind of punctuation to end any statement? It's because I think and believe, there's no full stop in the end of a sentence and if it is there, then probably the sentence/story isn't ended yet or maybe there's a comma to restart the story after a break but why a question mark? Because there's zero possibility of knowing next...,? His 2 Story !! Book 1 - I'm A Curse...,? Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

My cheek was burning red from their slaps after the doctor declared I wasn’t pregnant. “She’s still a virgin. How could she possibly be pregnant?” the ob-gyn had even laughed. Honestly, I feel so embarrassed. 'This is Helena’s body. I don’t even know if she’s ever slept with Oscar or any guy out there, besides, the story never reveals it.' Right then, Deca dragged me out of the doctor's examination room, she yelling in front of me. “Stupid girl! Watch your mouth next time!”

“That’s not because of the ice cream. It’s because the air was unstable.” “Wow.” Salma walked by with a cup of warm water and a bottle of pale purple children’s syrup. She set them down on the coffee table like she was placing an active bomb. “I told her this afternoon,” she said, calm as anything. “She sneezed three times when she was taking off her shoes. Then she coughed. Then she said she was fine because she’s strong.” “I am strong,” Poppy said, then coughed again right at the end of the sentence, her shoulders shaking with it.

She could imagine herself roasting the meat and eating it for dinner and she gets hungrier as every second passes. She carefully aimed her spear at the rabbit keeping herself steady so she doesn’t scare it. Her concentration and determination are at their peak when suddenly, she felt an itch on her nose. She tried to hold her breath and concentrate to the point that her eyes were watering. She begged herself not to sneeze for what it feels like an eternity when finally, she couldn’t hold it in. She sneezed. And the rabbit heard it and ran away.