The Sneeze Of Death

by flute faerie

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The worst thing possible was happening; I had to sneeze.

My nose tickled and I could feel it in the back of my throat. Alarmed, I pinched my nose with one hand and gripped my pant leg with the other. Why? Because if I sneezed, I would be butter on The Feared One’s toast. So would Sao. Nervously, I glanced at her. She seemed to realize my sneezing problem, because there was immense fear in her eyes. Or was that a reflection of mine? For the life of me (which wasn’t much to gamble at the moment) I couldn’t tell. The sneeze suddenly came. I screwed up my face, a vain attempt to stop it. As quick as it came, it went. Without a sound. I had done it. We were safe.

I looked at Sao from the corner of my eye. She seemed genuinely relieved- until The Feared One looked our way.

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  1. The Sneeze Of Death

    Blossom Ruoqen's Buddy Icon Blossom Ruoqen

    Posted 5 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    lol. The Sneeze. That was great, although I now feel the joker’s pain tries to relax intensely painful grin

  2. The Sneeze Of Death

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 4 months ago

    Great moment of levity in an intense situation, then relief, then oh crap. Great little roller coaster ride of emotions.

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