Smelling Terrible Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I can distinguish thousands of different aromas from one another and smell as much as a drop of blood from over twenty miles away. But this? This is the first time I’ve been in a situation where I can’t distinguish exactly what I’m smelling. It’s… blood, urine, human sweat, some form of deteriorating tissue, mildew, damp concrete, dirty bedding, bed bugs, roaches, rats, rat droppings, and something else very distinct I don’t think I’ve ever smelled before all mingling together into some sort of funky potpourri. It’s the most horrid scent that’s ever coated my lungs.

No one blamed him, not really, it was a terrible mess. "Oh, God!" Sophie found the horrendous smell disgusting and sickening. Perhaps she could compare it to rotting animal carcasses. She was tempted to lift her face and have a look again if only she could stomach the horrible odour that bloated her bowels. "I can't believe someone could do this," she said in a terrible little whimper. The deaths of so many humans got on her nerves very badly; she shouldn't have had icy-clean control, but it got to her, whining in the face of that mess on the dirt.

“I won’t let him replace you.” We kept walking, but then this awful smell hit me…rotten, like meat left out too long, mixed with wet earth and decay. My nose wrinkled. “Do you smell that?” I asked, sniffing the air. Liana sniffed too. “No, princess. Nothing.” I leaned closer to her…and the smell got stronger. Like it was coming from her direction. My heart stuttered. I awkwardly grabbed my belongings from her hands. “You know what? Go take a quick shower. I can find my way.”

Hazel stops with me, silently listening as we both scent the air. Pine, smoke, the iron bite of cold. But under it there’s a faint, sour-sweet smell. A masking agent. Camphor. Peppermint. The same stink that turned my nose stupid at the quarry. “Smell that?” I murmur. She hums low. “Yeah.”

Chapter 22 Jake My mate had vanished without a trace. Although her smell was still in the room, it was faint. The other scent was artificial and so strong that it overpowered all the other aromas, making them dissipate into the air. It was a pungent chemical smell, unfamiliar to my sensitive nose, like a mixture of burnt rubber, gasoline, and something else I couldn't quite identify. Evelyn was gone. The smell of fear lingered in the air like a corpse, slowly decomposing until it was nothing more than bones and shadows.

I knew it that he would enjoy the prank ! But Mom looks even madder now. RIP me …. and Kai. Oh and for those who don’t know, Hydrogen Sulphide gas smells like poop and fart in layman terms but decently, everyone says it smells like rotten eggs which isn’t any better, let me tell you. So, when the gas had been released from the teacher’s side, then obviously, everyone assumed the worse and that is why mom told Kai that I had immensely embarrassed my Chemistry teacher and that too in front of a huge audience. FML.

It smelled familiar but rotten, like a piece of fruit that was left out in the sun too long, forgotten. Her room was empty, and the smell wasn't in here. She followed the scent down the hall towards Willow's room. She nearly gagged from the smell. It was everywhere in the room. The cloying scent clung to the back of her throat. She pushed open the windows, letting in the frigid air. She took a few deep lung fulls of the air, clearing out the putrid scent.

As I snapped toward the stairs, an awful smell smacked my nose. “Ugh, what the hell is that smell?” I asked, slamming a hand over my nose. It smelled worse than rotting meat. Aveline coughed beside me as we walked, “oh my goddess, it burns the eyes,” she said as she fanned herself quickly. The smell was coming from upstairs. As I climbed each step, my heart slammed harder into my chest, I was praying to the goddess that it wasn’t what I was thinking.

Her dreams of uniting their families were unraveling before her eyes, and she couldn't shake the sinking feeling that her own actions had played a part in this chaotic mess. But then, suddenly, an recoiled as a foul scent wafted through the air. It was a pungent odor, akin to a mix of dog excrement and urine. "Ewww! What kind of smell is that?! My nose is becoming itchy," Harper exclaimed, her face twisting in disgust. She turned to Brittany, her voice dripping with disdain. "Brittany, let's get out of this smelly house! They can't even afford to buy cleaning soaps! How poor!"

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