Smell Blood In Nose Novels & Stories

I force my eyes open, the cabin lights dim and casting long shadows across the space. The familiar smell of leather seats mixes with something sharper—sterile antiseptic and, beneath it all, the metallic tang of blood. My stomach churns at the scent, a nauseating reminder of the injury to my head. I blink, trying to focus, but my vision swims, shapes and colors blending into a confusing haze. The pain is a constant, dull ache, but it’s the smell that gets to me—the lingering stench of blood, turning my stomach, making me want to gag.

As much as I wanted to cover my nose to get rid of the strange smell, I had to use my senses to find the place I should be going. I flinch when I hear footsteps just around the corner. Trying my best to lower my gaze, I continue walking. Biting the inside of my cheek, I walk slowly. I loosen my shoulders and made sure that I was only looking at the floor. Their footsteps turn louder and even though I didn’t lift my head, their scent was way too strong to ignore. It was a mixture of the dust that was around the room where I got my clothes, sweat, and the unmistaken strong stench of blood. My lips turn flat and I do my best not to vomit everything that I just ate in the last two weeks. The sce

She sniffed the air, squinting when her nose caught the smell again. What could that be? Then... Her stomach feels weird, too. Is it because of the alcohol she took last night? She stopped suspiciously and sniffed the air again, then she noticed the weirdness between her legs. Why is it somehow sticky? Is her thighs sweating? She raised her lids in wonder, smelling the air again. This time, she recognized it. It's the smell of blood, but not just any blood. Menstrual blood! Her eyes widened madly.

"Why? That'll just make it come out more." He sits at the edge of the bed and watches me with worried eyes. "Exactly. The blood needs to go somewhere, honey." I look up at him in shock. Honey? That was such a name to be called, a name you'd call your beloved, not your whore. "Do you want it running down the back of your throat or onto the cloth?" I cough violently again before sitting up and leaning my head into the cloth. The blood practically drains into the cloth. "Good," he praises. "Leaning back can make the blood go to your windpipes or line your stomach. Then you'd retch. Trust me, I've had a lot of experience with bloody noses."

But beneath that, I could still catch a hint of my mother's perfume, a sweet, floral scent. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and winced at the sight of my swollen, misshapen nose. The pain throbbed with every movement, a constant reminder of the violent confrontation with my father. I turned on the faucet and gently splashed cool water on my face, careful not to aggravate my injury further. As the water mixed with the dried blood, it turned a pale pink before swirling down the drain. I rummaged through the bathroom cabinets until I found some old bandage gauze. With shaking hands, I clumsily wrapped the gauze around my nose, trying to stem the flow of blood. It was a rough job, but

The nightmarish bangs echoed through the air followed by screeching howls and inhuman gurgles. The smell of blood stained the air and filled my stomach until I was ill. Clinging to the smell of freshly spilled blood was something that I had come across before, it's hard stench burned my nostrils and back of my throat, until I was coughing for fresh air. The burning sensation that tickled my nose brought a watery sheen of unshed tears to my eyes. What was that awful smell? Every instinct I had, both human and animal, were screaming at me to get as far away from this place as possible. Instinctively I went to take a step back from this hell hole only to slam my back against a hard wall. A slow

I claimed, which made her wonder for a moment while tilting her head in confusion. “How do you know that there is something there when you can’t see it clearly master?” She solemnly asked, which made me stop. I didn’t think of anything that would help me answer that as I shook my head before sighing deeply, “I have a very high sense of smell, which is why I could smell some fresh blood and someone approaching us,” “Someone? It’s not an animal?” She looked like she wondered for a moment. Before I could answer her, I smelled it again.

His eyes were frantic as they met mine. "You, it's you! You need to run, now!" But just then a terrible odor filled my nostrils. I coughed once, bringing a hand up to my nose. "Oh goddess, what's that smell?" I shook my head, trying to get it to leave. But it just wouldn't. It smelled like rotting meat or burnt meat. Where was it coming from? I scrunched my nose.

I smiled back. I shouldn’t tell him right? He’ll just worry. It’s just probably because of lack of sleep. The next day I went to the hospital alone to have some check up. I should not compromise my health but I don’t want to bother Hugh at the same time. He had a lot to do in is office so it’s better if should not just tell him about it. “Your guess is right. That nose bleeding is caused by your fragile blood vessels perhaps, you’re doing some hardcore exercise or? ” The doctor asked.

The antiseptic stench of this hospital is making my stomach turn. It smells like cheap floor wax and something that I can't quite put a finger on, but horrible. My nose is throbbing from Owen's punch, and it's the very cause of my headache too, that bastard. Every breath I take feels like a blade in my sinuses, and I know I look a mess. The bandage across the bridge of my nose is probably crooked, and I’m sure my eyes are bloodshot from my lack of sleep.