Sneeze Story Novels & Stories

"Alright, I'll leave for his pack straight away." That was it… after blinking twice or so, I found myself in my mother's arms as she weeped into my face. When my eyes fully opened, there were a lot of other town's people gathered around us as they screamed for joy, swallowing bottles of liquor. The smell almost choked me back to unconsciousness. And then I sneezed, jerking everyone off the ground with that thick gasp erupting from their throats. My mother, who sneezed a second time, threw me off her body as if a snake just gave birth in her arms while asleep.

He clenched his nose tight, but the sneeze had a mind of its own. “Ahh-choo!” Vivian froze. Olivia's eyes narrowed, darting past her. “What was that?” Oh, for the love of God, Erick… seriously? Vivian was two seconds from losing it. “That?” she said, forcing a laugh. She scratched her head nervously. “That was just my phone.” “Your phone sneezed?” Olivia asked, unconvinced. Vivian was dying inside. Can you please just mind your own business and leave already?

Then I step out. She sighs, turns, and starts walking away like I’m some kind of plague. “Evelyn, wait—” She doesn’t. I jog up and grab her arm gently, but that damn dog brushes against me and— I sneeze. Loud. Ugly. Uncontrollable. My eyes water. My nose burns. I clutch her arm to steady myself, but I’m wheezing. “What the hell?” she says, confused, trying to pull away.

The golden beams of the rising sun slowly flooded my compartment through the naked window, which I forgot to close last night, thanks to the rage caused by that evil guard. Timidly, as if afraid, the warm fingers of the just risen sun stretched, reaching my face with an attempt to chase away sleep. There, on the dressing table, I sat with my shoulders slouching while watching my nose turn red shortly after wiping mucus. My fingers were slightly quivering as they ran through my hair, trying to keep it even so they could tie a ponytail. Before I could curl the ribbon around my hair, my nostrils squeezed, urging me to sneeze.

“Okay, Mr. Reed. Got it.” That was the last thing he heard from her as he lowered his phone and hit the end button. He dropped himself on the white cloth-covered sofa, spraying the dust that accumulated through it to fly in the air. The small particles entered his body through his nasal cavities, trickling into the interior of his nose and causing him to sneeze violently. His wolf even snorted in his head. “Damn!” He growled, standing up so quickly and covering his nose to prevent them from eliciting another sneeze.

Allison tells her little boy that he turns into a wolf after sneezing. Seeing it is beautiful to me, so I step aside to observe their intimate moment, feeling that we will soon have ours. I smile when I see that the little one is the center of attention and I touch my belly wishing that my son will be happy with us. "Excuse me, we have what you asked for.” Says a nurse knocking on the door and Allison holds out her hand to receive a paper. “What is it?” i ask confused, while she opens the paper ignoring my question.

My hands draped around him and my upper body was practically lying on him. I held unto him for dear life. Suddenly I felt movement beneath me, but I didn't budge. I didn't move from him. I clasped him tighter. He began sneezing repeatedly and I sat up suddenly. I was scared at his constant sneezing, but as suddenly as it started, it stopped. His eyes opened slowly and he blinked. He looked around with a confused look on his face, then his eyes settled on me and a slow smile graced his lips.

It was just an intuition. I’m so deep in my thoughts when I smell snow and an earthy-woody scent, and I know Nate must be close. I look up, and the minute our eyes lock, I sneeze and then sneeze again. He bursts out laughing. “I haven’t sneezed all day,” I tell him joining him in laughing at my expense. “So, then it’s me. You sneeze when you smell me.” “I don’t know; it’s weird.” I look up at him. He stands so close that I have to recline my head a bit.

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

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