Smelling Terrible Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

My boobs were hurting me, that I so much wished I could remove my bra. Then I smelt it, it smelt like jasmine. I used to love the smell of jasmine. But this time around the smell of jasmine was horrible, it smelt like smelly armpits, rotten eggs, and all disgusting smell rolled into one. These smell made me retch and retch, I began to find it hard to keep standing. Suddenly my feet gave way and a blanket of darkness enveloped me. I could hear voices, but it sounded distant. "Oh my goodness, is she dead!"

“And the air… the whole passage had a strange, sharp smell. Like metal and… and salt, but wrong. Acrid. It made the back of my throat feel dry.” Kael was still now, his focus entirely on her words. He slowly turned from the balcony. His expression was unreadable, but the professional hunter was listening. “A black powder,” he repeated, his voice low and flat. “Gritty. With an acrid, metallic smell.” He took a step toward her, his green eyes intent. “Could you smell sulfur? A scent like rotten eggs?” Elira thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. Faintly, underneath the other smells.”

Caleb took a deep breath and kicked the silver door with all his might. BOOM! The massive sound echoed through the hall, and a crack appeared in the door. From that crack, a foul stench drifted out. It was the sickening reek of rot and blood, mixed with the acrid, metallic tang of poison reacting with silver. "Cough… cough…" Several servants backed away, covering their mouths and noses. "What is that smell?" Noah frowned, disgusted. An older servant's face suddenly went white. "That… that smell…" he stammered. "It smells like… like a wolf's body rotting from poison…"

"How dirty is it? You'd rather be naked than want it?" "Yeah, I still need to take a shower. I smell like shit!" Hayden lowered his head and sniffed his arm. Howard was extremely curious. Could it be that the woman smelled like a fox? He followed her and sniffed Hayden's arm. Then, he smelled an indescribable strange smell. "Sure enough, the smell of the dead is unbearable," Hayden muttered to himself. Howard froze as if he had been struck by lightning. "What did you say? What smell of the dead?"

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 always feel like I want to puke and I can't stand some smells. “What kind of smell?” I asked and reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I can’t stand the smell of anything sweet like candy and fruity popsicles.” “More like you are describing Hades' scent,” She made a gaggling sound to confirm it and I started to laugh but choked it back, afraid that I might offend her. “And also the smell of coffee. I have always loved the rich smell of coffee but now I can't stand the smell anymore.”

Whiskey. I hate this place. I hate this smell. The stench of wet dog and fear. It’s repugnant. When someone dies suddenly, they leave behind the stench of their last thoughts. I've come to find that most of the time those thoughts are ones of fear. I hate the smell of it. It's what comes after, that I like the most, the scent of death. Blood, mixed with pain and a hint of helplessness, all thrown together with the scent of decaying flesh. That is the smell I like. That is what I want to be able to smell all day. If I could, I would infuse the horrendous stench into a perfume and wear it daily. The bringer of death, carrying with her the scent of your doom. Sounds good, doesn’t it?

Gingerly pinching its gross, prickly ,rigid tail with my index and thumb ,with careful precision, I dropped it between the pages of Charli' s poetry journal,watching its rigor mortis body wedge itself between the crack of said pages. Have you ever smelled a dead rat?The rancid smell will eat you , chew you up and spit you whole . Disgusting! But we all got to make sacrifices. I am pretty sure hydrogen sulfide smelled way better than that crap , I mean ever since that chemistry experiment where Mr. Krowinsky wanted to detect the presence of hydrogen sulfide in sulphur compounds, the smell has never escaped me. It became the stuff of nightmares. That very same day where I 'accidentally' set a

The moment we stepped into the house, a strong pungent odor wafted into our nostrils that had us slapping our palms over our noses to block the choking odor. “What the fuck is in this place?” I managed to choke out, through the tightness in my chest and I struggled to breathe but Chase shook his head. I heard the sentinels coughing and I had to wave a hand to motion for everyone to go out just to catch our breath. “Fuck!” Chase cursed, spitting on the floor as soon as we were outside. “This place smells like shit.” “We need to figure out why it smells so bad. Could be something hidden, maybe a body or even a clue to get to the bottom of this,”

He walked to reach us and as he got nearer his physical appearance change. I smell something. The ghastly smell of decayed body, slight smell of rotten eggs and it was the stench that I first associated with farts: thick, phosphorus. I imagined I could almost see the swamp green of it like the grief had a way of making the smell worse. I smell death but I couldn’t bring myself to tell a soul. So, I keep quiet. I looked at each of the passengers and they are looked anxious and puzzled and seemed to be in confused about something.