Smell Blood In Nose Novels & Stories

My anxiety doubles, and I find myself inhaling and exhaling sharply. “Dora, where are you?” Out of the blues my eyes turn, and I grab the wall for support. I feel a warm liquid pour from my nose, and I instinctively raise my head up, before raising hand towards the spot, checking with my fingers. I wipe, looking down at them, they are covered in blood, and I rush into the house. I rush to the bathroom, rinsing the blood away from my nose and wiping every stain that would give me away.

And got a glass of water from the pitcher made with a bamboo trunk. "Just scatches," I answered. That one thing was where I didn't know what just happened. I could not tell him about it, he'd think I'm insane. I helped him prepare his breakfast, I set the fire and clean the pot he'd be using. After preparing everything he needed, I went back to my room and massage my neck. The metallic smell of blood filled my nose, making me feel sick. My nose went sensitive today. While my head was pounding mildly, I dived into my bed and went under my blanket. I felt weak today, I didn't know what was going on seriously.

As if transfixed, he unwraps more paper, to fill the whole carriage with the smell of blood. “Cousin!” He knows better than that, I go and hold my breath, expecting to gag at the strong smell. Until I have my first, blood is still noxious to me. I can barely stand the smell. And I expect I start to retch and feel sick any miniature. But oddly… nothing happens. Is the smell…just not that strong? I gingerly lower my hands, still apprehensive of the scent. But again, I don’t feel sick. Even when I smell the air, nothing. It doesn’t smell bad.

I had locked it. A sharp breath left me and I went to the bathroom to get ready for work. I didn't even bother looking at the time. As I finished brushing my teeth, I noticed something odd, pausing as I saw my reflection. My brows furrowed and I leaned in closer, only to see something that looked like a stain right under my nose. It was red. The memory flashed: the blood that had streamed form my nose the nigth before. A chill ran through me. So it wasn’t a dream.

Virgo POV The smell of blood burns my nose, the scent so thick I can taste the metallic bitterness on my tongue every time I breathe. It clings to the back of my throat, heavy and suffocating, like the air itself is coated in it. “Virgo please it’s not too late to stop,” she cries weakly beneath my body.

I reached up to rub the back of my neck and my hand came away with something on it. I looked at my fingers. Then I stood and went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror and the mirror showed me what my shirt had already been showing me without my noticing, the dark staining at the collar that had the specific colour of something that had been coming from somewhere on my face. I tilted my head back slightly and the nosebleed that had apparently been running for some time made itself fully known.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Even the road was not fixed properly, it’s almost look like a chain of puddles. My nose instantly scrunched up feeling nausea, the smell was so hard that it had me in a heavy sneezing. Though I was wearing a scarf it couldn’t help. My nose was so sensitive that It can’t stand at hard smells. Oh god I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. Mihra where were you stuck baby.

The crunch of broken glass under boots fades into a low hum as Noah’s head spins. The acrid smell of smoke fills his nostrils, mixing with the coppery tang of blood on his tongue. His vision blurs in and out, the jagged silhouette of the crumpled car barely discernible in the haze. The faint cries of Noel coughing tears through the ringing in his ears.

Evil people in our life already behind the bars now no one can harm us. "Aahh..." I winced when suddenly a sharp wave of pain hit my head and I stumbled on my leg. I feel something wet streamed out from my nose and I taste something metallic. I looked into the mirror and saw blood is oozing out from my nose. I Felt dizzy but I hold the counter to balance myself and took a deep breath to let go the feeling. When I feel batter, I took out some tissue papers, wet them in water and applied a pressure on my nose to stop the blood. When blood stop I washed my face again took out a painkiller for headache which my doctor recommended me and gulped it down with water.

I guess it was my doctor's side feeling bad for a patient. I mean, besides I was sent here to take care of him, so it had to be it. I followed the sound, inching forward. The air suddenly felt heavier, thicker—like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Or maybe it was just me. I was still moving forward when a smell hit me—a sharp metallic smell. Blood. I could recognize it any. My nose scrunched instinctively. “Oh, ew,” I whispered, waving the air as if that would help. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”