Randomly Smelling Bleach Novels & Stories

"Alice said she smelled your dad." Mason set his thermos down, the gossipy smirk vanishing from his face. "What did your dad smell like?" I replied, "Diesel. He spent his whole life fixing diesel engines." "A piece of old fabric that smells like your dead dad's diesel, sewn into a pillow by your mom, and your wife stays up in the middle of the night just to sniff it." He lowered his voice and leaned in close. "Leon, you don't think something's seriously wrong here?"

I smell bleach. BOLA!!!!

He had me by my hand, holding it tight as he pulled me up onto my feet. "I'm not leaving until tomorrow morning. Besides, I drove here." "Then, I guess I'm staying here with you." He smiled, as if it would be something to make me happy. I stared. I opened the door to the house, smelling the light stench of bleach. This home had a unique smell to it. It wasn't a smell that I could put a name to, but it smelled like my home. Now, it was just bleach. It masked the smell I was used to. It was there to clean the blood stains and the smell of death, if there was any.

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.

The sterile smell hit her fast, making her scrunch her nose in disgust. “Good Goddess, Mal! What is that smell? Why would this elevator need so much bleach?” She shook her head and held her hands in front of her face. “Nevermind. I don’t need to know.” Dramatically, she pinched her nostrils, trying to close off her senses to the smell.

⁠ I⁠ tied a‍ rag around‍ my face like a mask. I po​ured b‍l⁠each on t⁠he floor.⁠ I​ poured bleach‌ on the walls. The s​mell was overp‍ower⁠ing, ch‍emica‍l and sha‍rp‌.​ It burned my‌ e⁠yes, but I lov‍e‍d‌ it. It smelle‌d⁠ like purity. ‍I scrubbed the c‍oncrete⁠ on my h‍ands an⁠d‌ knee​s.⁠ I scrubbed the toilet‌. I s⁠crubbed the s‍ink.

[Alice's POV] I remember the smell first. Not the smell of my kitchen, where I had been sitting thirty seconds earlier, scrolling through Noelle's file. Not the smell of my car, or the elevator, or the press room. Something else entirely — chemical, sharp, cloying. Chloroform. My mind supplied its acrid odor from some deep archive of medical knowledge. The real thing, not the movie version. Heavier. Sweeter. More sickening.

Suddenly, a strange, heavy scent flooded through the brass vents near the ceiling. I froze, my hand pausing over Leo's hair. It wasn't the clean, metallic scent of the heating system. It was thick, oily, and utterly repulsive. Within seconds, the air became thick with the smell of chemical copper, rotting wood, and a wild, rancid musk that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. It was a suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated aggression—a scent so violent it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest.

Back exit. Then a cloth over my face. That smell. Chloroform? I don’t know. I inhale again, as steadily as I can manage. My nose twitches at the scent around me. It’s a mixture of stale air and chemicals, with a faint metallic tinge to it. It could be blood. It could also be rust. But I don’t want to guess right now. My mind’s still in pieces, but some thoughts start threading together. There’s no way this is a random ransom job. This is very personal.

I interrupted her teasing words with gritted teeth, the air still had that weird smell, making my nerves twitch, “Don’t you smell it?” “What?” Claire sniffed, “Ah… the smell of disinfectant mixed with… uh… your scent, it does make one have some fantasies.” “I’m not talking about that!” Claire always had a way of diverting the topic far away from the point… “It’s that kind of… hormonal smell, very…” “Hormonal smell?” Claire took a deep breath, “No!” “Alright, I know where the problem is, Claire take me out of the lab!” Sure enough, after we left the lab and closed the door, my head cleared up a lot, and my limbs gradually regained mobility.