Smell Blood In Nose Novels & Stories

Trouble is not anosmic as you would think. Trouble stinks, with a fetid aroma like sulphur roasting a corpse. My nose has been trained to seek it out since the day a lorry tried to put its metal rib cage straight through Mum and I, since the day i woke up in n a hospital bed with an inferno in my lungs and lead flowing in my veins.

I yelled with more tears streaming down my cheeks. Suddenly, I felt some liquid trickle down my nose while the smell of blood became thick in air. I look up at Alex and Lucas, their eyes widen for a second before worry and panic flashes in their eyes. I take my hand to my nose and let my fingers touch the liquid before bringing them in front of my eyes. I’m greeted by the sight of blood and cringe. I hate it but well it’s not that bad. “Dammit, you are bleeding, Sara.” Lucas shouts while Alex nods.

NOAH'S POV Before I even opened my eyes, I smelled the metallic tang of blood; the smell was strong and filled my senses with a dreadful urgency. My body felt like lead, my head pounded with every heartbeat, and I was throbbing with sickness, yet the smell woke me up. Something was not right. The sickness had dimmed my senses, but there was something unique about the scent. The smell, that indisputable scent, lifted me out of the fog of misery even though the illness was weighing me down. It was the blood of Ciara.

* *Very good, now what can you smell? I sniffed into my nose, at first it was just the smell of the dirt and forest air, but as I continued to sniff I could start to make out different scents. *I can smell the feathers of the birds and the there’s a creek to the right* *What else?* *I can smell you and I can smell Smith* *Who can’t smell Smith?* Cole chuckled through our flash *Shut it, keep going Zee* I sniffed hard at the air, sucking it in through my nostrils. A foul metallic scent hit me. Kind of like blood but different, not human and maybe rotten, off somehow.

When I lifted my head I was by the side of the road but then when I looked at my pants there were droplets of blood on them. The circuit in my head shut off as my nerves chilled to an icing temperature. I brought my finger to my nose and then back to my line of vision and there it was, blood from my nose! I’m bleeding.

But as I walked toward my mirror to check if I looked as terrible as I felt, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. There was blood dripping from my nose. I stared at my reflection in horror. The blood was bright red and flowing steadily down my face. I had never had a nosebleed like this before, especially not after one of these painful episodes. I quickly grabbed some tissues and cleaned myself up, trying to stop the bleeding. It took several minutes, but eventually the blood flow stopped. I looked at the bloody tissues in my hand and felt a wave of fear wash over me. What was happening to me? Were these episodes getting worse? And what did the nosebleed mean?

I took a deep breath and exhaled after a moment. I gulped and grabbed a tissue out of the tissue box lying on the coffee table. I blew my running nose. When I withdrew the tissue away from my nose, I found it red. Blood! I teared up all over again as I felt my heartbeats increasing at an unbelievable speed. Why is there blood in my snot? I jumped in fright when a stabbing sound echoed in the silent house. I was shaking in fear as I stumbled towards the kitchen holding my bleeding nose with the tissue to try and stop more blood from coming out but it was in vain.

I brought the blood to my nose and took one simple sniff, closing my eyes for better concentration. The normal smell of blood hit me first, but the smell was too heavy. Opened my eyes to inspect the blood, and noticed that while it appeared the normal colour, the little drop of blood had failed to coagulate in the time it had been exposed to air. Typical signs of Moonshade poisoning.

The blood started strolling out of his nose. "Die."

As soon as we arrived, I stepped out of the car and took in the gruesome sight before me. The first thing that hit me was the smell of blood. It was so pungent that it made my eyes water and my stomach churned. It was the kind of smell that invaded your senses and refused to let go. It was the smell of death, of loss, of violence. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the earthy aroma of wet soil. It was a sickening combination that made me want to retch.