Smelling Feet Stories Novels & Stories

Was my father going to tell me about this? Tears slip down my cheeks and I try to wipe them away, but more come. I sniff as I hear them walking and try to compose myself, but then a different scent hits me like a freight train and my back immediately goes ramrod straight. Smokey cedar, worn leather and expensive whiskey— How can someone smell like all three of these things at once…and why is it causing goosebumps to pucker all over my body? A heartbeat picks up pace and I hear footsteps inching towards me.

“A story with smells? That’s pretty creative, Jasmine. What do you mean?” “You know, like… if it’s a beach scene, you smell the ocean! Or if it’s a forest, you smell trees. And maybe flowers for a garden. It could be like… like you’re in the story for real!” Jasmine explained, her words tumbling out quickly as her imagination ran wild. Victor exchanged an impressed look with me. “That’s a fantastic idea,” he said, his tone genuine. “But how would you make the smells appear at the right time in the story?”

SSHS 159 “What do you mean? It actually smells nice. Like strawberries.” Excami said as she was confused as to why Albert was scrunching and pinching his nose. “I smell jackfruit.” Hestia said, though she was also puzzled by the situation. It is unusual already for her to smell jackfruit at their location, but it was also unusual that Excami was smelling something else and Albert was grossed out by it. Then something clicked in her mind. She sniffed the air again and began walking to the direction she thought the source of the smell was coming from. “Hestia, where are you going?” Excami asked. Albert cannot talk since he was so grossed out by the smell that he cannot even move at all.

My shoes were wrong, too narrow, the backs digging into my heels, and I wanted to take them off and walk barefoot, but I couldn’t—not with people watching, not with the whole world lit up and ready to judge. We passed a group of students, three girls and a guy. I smelled blood. Fresh blood. My head snapped toward them before I could stop it, and I caught it immediately: the girl on the right, olive skin, bandage on her knee. She’d scraped it that morning, probably, but I could smell the scab under the gauze, the way her body was already trying to heal. Just close to her was another girl. And her smell was so strong it was unmistakable: period blood. I could smell it, track it, knew exactly w

This is crazy. I didn't have a choice but to follow her. Until I smelled the scent of the persimmon fruit again. She paced her bare feet along the rocks and soil. The scent of her blood went stronger in every step she took. I picked up the bandage that fell off her leg. It really was her. Her scent was really strong... but it seems that I'm the only one who could smell it. She is a human, but there is something in her that is really strange.

I tried to get up, but my legs refused to cooperate. I could hear Sam getting closer, his footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. I could smell his scent, the musky odor of a wild animal, almost like a wet dog, but I couldn't understand how that could be possible. It didn't make sense. Nothing made any fucking sense now!

I remembered that my leg was broken, slowly I tried my leg and expected to feel the normal flair of pain. It was then I realized I felt no pain at all, I tried to slowly focus on the sounds around me. I could hear the chatter of people around me but couldn’t focus on the words. Far in the distance, I could smell the familiar pine and vanilla smell I came to find a home in. Footsteps approached the side of my bed, where was I and why is it so loud in here? Caleb must be close because his smell was getting stronger. There was another smell I could smell; it was grotesque like a wet dog.

The sound of their paws thumping on the ground in fast concession leads me to believe they are running and not walking. I wash my body and my hair allowing the sound to wash over me. Yeah, my head still hurts but I can see what the doctor was talking about. Allowing myself to hear the things around me, though still overwhelming, it’s less painful. Feet slap on the wooden stairs walking up toward my room and it’s then I smell him. Theo’s unique smell hits my nostrils all the way in here when he’s all the way out there. I almost want to pant with the need to rub myself all over him. I want to douse myself in his fragrance and smell it for eternity.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning cutting across the room through the high window, followed by the crack of thunder. The sound of heavy rain could be heard hitting the metal roofing. It was now dark and I was in darkness. No lighting. I felt terribly hurt and abused. At this moment , I missed my parents so much. My mind flashed back to the many times my mother had shown that kind of love only a mother is capable of. I remember when mum had grabbed fearlessly the head of a snake and thrown it off me on one occasion we went out camping by the seaside . I had been fast asleep when the snake climbed onto the bed. Luckily mummy was just stepping in after sitting outside for some time to enj

"Well then don't touch me." "Dude do you have a nose? Cos you smell awful. Who would want to touch you willingly?" "You." "Do you know the reason why you smell like poop?" I knitted my brows. "Poop?" I raised my arm and sniff and to shocking surprise, I really did smell awful. "It's because they've been baptizing you with poop's water." She said, amusement dancing in her voice. "You're joking right?" "Well, the water they've been using to pull you out of sleep is what then? Do you think these people are nice enough to even waste mud water on you? Dude, you've gotta open your eyes to reality."