Sneezing Stories Novels & Stories

I finally settle for a book in the non-fiction section, I’ve never heard of the author before but why not give it a chance. I find the tables in the middle of the library and pull out a chair for myself. As I settle in my seat, I sneeze and the building trembles a little. “What was that?” I whisper-yell to myself. Am I sick? This hasn’t happened in a while. Was that me? I sneeze again, answering my own question. Yes it was me. I sneeze again and the tremble is stronger that the first. I feel my eyes start to burn.

'' I added further before i hear shouting. ''Okay.'' She replied. I cut the call and put on the seat belt. Before i start driving ''Aachuu..'' I sneeze first time. Little did i know it is just the beginning of sneezing game.

"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

It didn't take a while before the pain between my legs kicked in. "Mommy!" It came out soundless but sharp, straight from my heart. My hands that ran down my lower region froze when I met the stunned faces of the people glancing at the same direction as me, and when I followed their gaze, struggling to get a view too, I sneezed. Hard. A thick mucus jumped off my nose, and while I blew more off with something, not sure what it was because my mind was in several places at once. "Chosan…!"

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

Sleepy, I glanced at her with half-open eyes and whispered, "Don't bother me, I have to work tomorrow." She laughed, lay down next to me, wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "Let me tell you a story." I didn't think, "Don't." She giggled, "The last one about the little crocodile looking for his mum ......" I turned my head and covered her mouth, "Stop it." After saying this, I seemed to hear her answering me, and then seemed not to, already sleepy to unconsciousness, I do not know whether she told that story or not, after all, this foreign little crocodile is not related to me, how can not hear how he found his mother.

“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.”

It was the kind of sneeze that rattled through your ribs and left you sniffling afterward. I wiped at my nose with the edge of a handkerchief, feeling my head pulse. It was embarrassing. Kieran sat beside me, his eyes flicking my way every few seconds like I was a ticking bomb. He didn’t say anything, just watched as I sneezed for what had to be the tenth time. Then he groaned under his breath. “For the love of the goddess wind up the glass, Laila. The air outside is making it worse.” I turned to him, blinking. “No.”

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

“Don’t do that again. Please. I don’t like it when you fall down and everyone runs over. Hospitals are scary.” “I’ll try my best not to,” he said softly, rubbing her back with his free hand. “You were really brave tonight, you know that? Sienna told me you listened to all her Mr. Flopsy stories and even laughed.” Lily nodded but still wouldn’t let go. “She’s the best storyteller. Mr. Flopsy saved the day with carrot cake. He told the carrots they had to behave or no more baking. Can Sienna tell me more stories tomorrow?”