Breath Mints Battle Scars Novels & Stories

Anthony peeked out from behind her, looking smug. I collapsed onto the floor, finally snapping back to my senses. Looking at my sister's blazing eyes, mine turned red. "Sis, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." I struggled to my feet, enduring the unbearable itch crawling across my skin, and began putting every rubber figurine back where it belonged. In the end, my throat was so swollen I could barely breathe, and my face turned a sickly blue before I collapsed onto the ground again. Yessenia watched me gasp for air while still trying to clean up. She seemed a little taken aback.

My Uncle stands up and goes to his cabinets and comes back with my favorite brand of cigarettes, he throws it to me and I catch it, “I only patted my pocket out of habit.” “I know how I make you tense, I’m not proud of it.” I place the stick between my lips, lighting up the mint flavor with my eyes fixed on the chess board. I dragged in the toxic high smoke hastily and exhaled it very slowly, loving the taste of mint… peppermint. Mason’s sweet scent. It keeps me calm, automatically.

Today, I'll help him. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Morning slowly creeps into the apartment with a ray of sunlight. The air smells like seawater and coal, the smell of surrounding factories. I stand in front of our shattered mirror nailed to the wall. My reflection looks back at me,blonde hair, and full face. I reach for the roll of medical grade scent blockers on the table and a can of tier 1 scent dampener. Where Ethan gets this stuff from, I don't know, but I'm grateful for them.

“Grrr!” Layla flinched when she heard him growl on her face. His breath smelled like mint with a strong metallic scent combined. ‘Blood,’ she whispered to herself when she remembered the disgusting smell she had whenever she was beaten to a pulp. The pungent smell of blood became her perfume. She bathed with it almost every day.

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?

I can't fight nor move, my strength got drained instantly. "Silas!" I tried to shout, but even my voice is weak that it can't reach him. "This won't last" "Silas and you should die tonight," My eyes widen when I saw a red dot on Silas's chest. I want to scream, but my voice is too weak to let it out. "P-please n-no," I said, pleading to the man behind me. My mind went blank, my face paled as I saw the red dot on everyone's chest, no one did even notice except the two of us who's standing in the middle..

“What?” “I’m kissing you, and I hаvе соmа brеаth.” I clutched mу mоuth оnсе аgаіn. I needed аn іnduѕtrіаl strength mіnt after еіght lоng days without bruѕhіng. Oh, the hоrrоr.

The fire in my blood hadn’t faded, but it dulled for now. We stretched together, muscles sore and tight. I rolled my neck until it popped, then drank deeply from a water bottle. “Don’t think I can go again,” I muttered. “Give it an hour.” “I’ll give it ten minutes.” He laughed, but then his expression shifted. My nose wrinkled at the same time. “What is that?” I said. He looked around. “What?” “There’s something in the air. Something bitter.” I stood, trying to follow the scent. It was faint, but wrong. Like scorched mint. It sat under everything else, the sweat, the sex, the scent of the nest. It was foreign.

Cassidy sighed as she eyed a half-empty travel mouthwash. “Because I wear a mouthguard for games and otherwise my last period at school is lunch. I like having fresh breath. Going to complain that my breath was minty fresh earlier?” I smirked, trying to lighten the mood. Cassidy rolled her eyes, uncapping the mouthwash and using it last to rinse her mouth. She leaned out of the car to spit the mouthwash out, sighing as she buckled up again. “I owe you some mouthwash.” She shook the empty bottle.

Or if there was something wrong. “Thank you, Damien,” I whispered close to him, as he was really close. I could feel his minty breath. But that closeness gave me the creeps suddenly. It was like that breath was familiar. What’s going on in your mind, Clarissa? Stop being paranoid! It is not like it is the only minty breath in the world. And if I had to remember the past, his breath was mint mixed with tobacco and booze. But it was probably just a reaction to being near a man and nothing more. No one had come that close to me since. I never allowed it.