Smelling Terrible Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I'm feeling a bit tired. "I guess." Trish says. Her nose scrunches up and she sniffs around. "Do you two smell that awful stench?" Connor sniffs the air, and I take in a good bit of air, but both of us shake our heads. "What do you smell?" Connor asks, pulling me closer into him. Trish shakes her head. "I don't know what it is. I've never smelt it before, but it smells bad, like really bad." She takes another deep breath and stands.

she said in a whimper, and I looked at her puzzled, but then I smelled something rotten, something horrible, as if a dead animal in a state of decay had been placed there. "But what is this?" I grimaced. The stench was abominable, the kind you could actually taste, and I had a wave of hard-to-control nausea . "Oh, Uncle, sorry, but I think the catering has something spoiled," Jennifer was sweating. And when that sound escaped from her, I didn’t know how, but it amplified through the speakers and all the guests heard the loud flatulence that sounded like a motorcycle with a broken exhaust pipe. "Too late!" Jennifer closed her eyes and the smell got worse.

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 act needs to go all the way through to the end. I gulp down some water, hoping it will help ease my body’s violent reaction to the nasty smell. If it had been something with a little nicer aroma, it wouldn’t be so bad, but this stuff is nasty. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but with my stomach churning, it smells almost like rotten eggs. An overly sweet voice rings out. “Trevor. I’m so happy to see you again. It has been too long since our last time.”

I tentatively reach out and touch it, only to have my fingers coated with a black tar-like substance. The smell that accompanies it is overwhelming — a noxious stench of rotten cabbage, something akin to sulphur. It's the same foul odor that Ezra had described earlier, confirming my worst fears. Crap. What did this mean?

No matter what happens to me, I don't care anymore; that's all I need to do in my life before I disappear. I grabbed on to their hands tighter as I heard the doors swing open. The smell that came in from the door was sickening. It seems like a mixed perfume is wafting along with the smell of something burning. It was sweet, fruity, earthy, and a bit musty; it was disgusting.

Only time will reveal the extent of her schemes and the consequences they will bring to all involved. “What is the fetidness smell?” As Alexa detects the unpleasant odor lingering in the air, her nose scrunches up in distaste. She directs her questioning gaze towards Blaze and Dexter, seeking an answer to the source of the smell. Dexter is feeling uneasy, avoids eye contact, and focuses on his meal. “What smell, Alexa?” Blaze, interjecting on his behalf, plays ignorant and suggests, “It probably might be coming from the kitchen, I believe.”

I gag, pinching my nose and grimace when I hear the plopping of his poo hitting the water. I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. Right here in the bathroom, I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise your shit smells like roses, Tinks.” Oh, the smell, If I could find a way to explain the smell. It’s a mixture of rotten eggs and death. “Compared to yours, you damn well bet it does.” I let out a shriek when he yanks me closer to him. “I have to wipe!”

I breathed in. Then again, Something was wrong. “What’s that smell,” I said, still half asleep. Nobody responded. “Something smells,” I said, louder. “Can’t you smell that?” Nikolai frowned. “I don’t smell anything.” “It’s there,” I said, sitting up properly, suddenly more awake than I wanted to be. “It’s stale and it’s wrong and it smells like—” I couldn’t find the word for it. “Like something spoiled. Like metal.”

“No. Orlando couldn’t find her. Even best tracker in the world didn’t know where she was.” Weather and Prince Bo gasped. “Mysterious. Very mysterious,” said Prince Bo, rubbing his chin. Then a particular smell floated around Weather’s nose. She sniffed it and noticed it smelled horrible. It stink of a person not taking a bath for days, maybe even weeks. Hell, probably months. “Ew,” she pinched her nose. “What is it?” asked Prince Brayden. “The smell.” “What smell?” “You don’t smell it?” “No. What is it?”