Smelling Terrible Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

His eyes were frantic as they met mine. "You, it's you! You need to run, now!" But just then a terrible odor filled my nostrils. I coughed once, bringing a hand up to my nose. "Oh goddess, what's that smell?" I shook my head, trying to get it to leave. But it just wouldn't. It smelled like rotting meat or burnt meat. Where was it coming from? I scrunched my nose.

I threaten ruthlessly. “Yes, Alpha." I am about to go join Caleb and Lucinda inside the diner when an awfully bad smell stops me. The smell was so bad that tears gathered in my eyes. The smell somehow stings my eyes. How the fuck is that even possible? How can something smell so fucking bad? It smells like a sewer where human bodies are also dumped. The smell is so bad that I gag. “What the fuck is that smell?" Caleb exclaim I didn't even notice that they had joined me outside.

her grandfather asked as they entered a small pentagonal shaped room. Kenzie cocked her head to the side, staring at the old man's back. How could she not smell it? A combination of months of unwashed asses and steaming dog shit. Definitely not a fragrance to appreciate and take deep breaths of as her grandfather seemed to be doing. "It smells like sulfur," Kenzie voiced instead of her original thought. "That's putting it nicely." Colby spoke. "It smells like decrepit, decomposed ass."

“Smell what—” He hasn’t noticed the smell until now, the smell of the leaves and the plants overpowered it. Now that his companion told him about it, he tried sniffing in the air, and then something pungent assaulted his nose that it almost made him retch. It was an indescribable smell, it was like a mixture of rotten meat and cheap perfume—but one word for sure: sickening. “What’s that?!” The man’s voice sounded odd as he was pinching his nose close.

I reply, "like, have you smelt and erm.. tasted your own?" Now she looks really embarrassed.. "Yes," she breathes "And..." I wait, am I really going to admit to this? "I sniff my arse" "What the fuck?" She says "doesn't that smell of shit?" "NO!" I exclaim probably too forcefully - and explain that expensive perfume used to be made of beaver arse glands "Noooo! So, what's it like? Arse?" I tell her, it's kind of musky, earthy She stands up, and I think she's so disgusted she's going to leave. But instead she snakes her hand down her shorts, at the back.

Death has a smell. I never knew that before—not really, not until now. It isn’t the soft, faded scent the elders sometimes mention in old tales, a gentle closing of the world. This is something raw and searing: sharp as scorched iron, sour as rain that’s soaked through grave dirt, wrongness etched into the air. It clings to the fallen scout’s body, seeps into the cracks between the stones, settles at the back of my throat, thick and unforgettable, while I stand over him, trying not to gag.

What the hell is wrong with me? But the moment he opened the door, his keen wolf eyes finding a stairway leading down into darkness, he got his answer in the form of a scent. Although it was wreathed with other scents like the moldy smell of damp and a bitter herby smell he couldn't quite put his finger on, there was no way he would ever confuse that scent for anything else. Her usual vanilla scent had begun to fade, but it had left behind an intoxicating aroma of Hazel’s natural scent, fixed with her sweat and the more alarming

"What kind of smell is this? It’s like something is rotting or entirely too strong." Rex was sitting at the end of the table, holding a mug of black coffee. At my words, he looked down at himself, passing his hands over his clean t-shirt. He frowned, looking up at me with dark, serious eyes. "What smell, Debbie? I don't smell anything bad. Do I smell?" I leaned close to him. And… Oh my fucking goodness, the smell hit me hard. I pointed a finger straight at him. "You do. You smell, Rex. It is coming right from you. Is this a new cologne you got or something? A new perfume or whatever?"

She leaned in close, the scent of expensive perfume clashing with the smell of the dingy station. “Who said he was ever in the ground?”

He walked back to the counter, realising Derrick already run away through the back door,and he must already on the ground by now, lifeless. He walked towards the hallway again, reaching the last door at the end of the hallway. All that filled his nose was nauseating, sickly weed smell, drugs and something smelly as if the place was filled with sweats and the usual smells in alcoholic room. He scrunched his nose in disgust. He kicked the door down, unable to touch it with the thought perhaps someone has rubbed their bottom hairs on it. Disgusting. The stairs to the underground room just what he expected but not the disgusting stains on the walls and even the stairs. He pulled his face as much