The Sneeze that Survived
written and illustrated by James Harskamp
(Our story starts in the lungs)
Trachea: Hey Sneeze, how you doing?
Sneeze: You know, pretty well. Living the life down here where the moisture is high and the pH is about 7.3.
Trachea: Hey Sneeze, do you want to know something cool.
Sneeze: Yeah, sure, I would love to hear something cool.
Trachea: Actually, on second thought, I can't really tell you, just forget about it.
Sneeze: No no, you can tell me. What is it?
Trachea: Naaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Sneeze: No, you don't understand. I really want to know what it is.
Trachea: Well, only because you're so eager. Did you know that there's something outside of these bronchioles and alveoli? There's a whole world out there, just waiting to be found!
Sneeze: Are you sure? I mean, it's pretty big down here. I don't believe you.
Trachea: Well, believe what you want, if you’re curious, all you have to do is go to Old Man Epiglottis up there and tell him that I sent you. He'll let you through. Then just go straight up past that little dangly thing and you’ll see what I’m talking about.
Sneeze: Alright, I try it, but I still think you're lying.
(Sneeze Leaves)

Alveolus Sac: Is he gone?
Trachea: Ha ha ha, yeah. He's gone.
Alveolus Sac: Phahaha, what an idiot.
(Meanwhile, past the larynx)
Sneeze: Hey, Old Man Epiglottis, it's Sneeze here.
Epiglottis: Oh, hey there little guy. Heh, you look just like your brother. He came past here last week sometime.
Sneeze: Really? The others told me he was dissolved into the bloodstream to fuel Uncle Interstitial Cell.
Epiglottis: No, no. He said he had to go see something for himself so I let him past. Why are you here?
Sneeze: Well, I guess I kind of want to see what's past these ol' lungs. Trachea said there was a whole world past you.
Epiglottis: Well son, he's right. And I won't stop you if you want to go past. Just make sure you stay away from The Tongue. He's a bit of a bastard. He'll hurl insults at you like David and Adam. You still want to go past?
Sneeze: I have to see if it's for real.
(Past Epiglottis and into the naval cavity)
Sneeze: Hello? Is anyone in here?
Olfactory Hairs: Ya Mon, it's a part-ay in here. Feel that wind mon!
Sneeze: It is quite nice, but where is it coming from?
Olfactory Hairs: Way up there mon, just follow the light.
Sneeze: Alright, that must be what Trachea was talking about.
Olfactory Hairs: I don't know mon, your kind usually doesn't do well up there. They seem to shoot out. But sure, keep on moving if you want.
Sneeze: What's the noise?
Olfactory Hairs: Dat's your key to leave broseph. Those noises be coming from the mouth, they know you're hear. He’s a huffing and puffing. Prepare for departure!
Sneeze: No! I refuse. I will not be shot out into a blind existence. I'm not going out there even if it means I have to claw my way back in.
(After much clawing, Sneeze goes back past Epiglottis and into Trachea)
Sneeze: Trachea, you're a jerk.
The End.
So, I'm pretty sure that's what happens every time you loose a sneeze. I can't stand my trachea. It's such a bad-ass.
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