Smelling Terrible Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"You wanna lay down for a bit?" "No. Eww." She covered her nose. "What's that smell?" Something horribly reeked of death and old trash nearby. Crap. It just made her stomach churn, and her head throbbed again. "What's that smell?" "What?" Tomek glanced around and kept his arm around her back. "You mean gasoline?" "No." She turned to move away from him a little bit. His cologne just overwhelmed her unusually sensitive nose today. It couldn't be just hyperacidity. Everything just felt off-kilter.

Why am I always finding Mr Wrong? Surely I have dated them all - skinny boys, fat boys, still live with their mummy boys, sorry I can't stay boys and it's not you, it's me boys. When will I ever learn? And what is that damn smell? I quickly smell under my arm and then cup my hand and breathe into it, then smell. That smell would be me - holy shit. It's horrific, it's like something actually crawled into my mouth and died. How glamorous is my life?

“What the—“ Even if there’s a huge rock blocking, I can see the pale, lifeless hand. There’s a dead body. I puked by the rock before I peeked again. There are dead bodies. My stomach turned upside down and vomited again by the rock. ‘”Bitch!” I cursed. So this is what the scent of a corpse smells like. It’s very unpleasant and hair-raising and pungent that you want to spray three bottles of Victoria Secret perfume a couple of times.

[Alice's POV] I remember the smell first. Not the smell of my kitchen, where I had been sitting thirty seconds earlier, scrolling through Noelle's file. Not the smell of my car, or the elevator, or the press room. Something else entirely — chemical, sharp, cloying. Chloroform. My mind supplied its acrid odor from some deep archive of medical knowledge. The real thing, not the movie version. Heavier. Sweeter. More sickening.

Damn no wonder they stank I thought as we sat there as he rambled on. "They stank to me, '' I said looking at him. When they were in my house they stank and it bothered my senses. I smelt rotten fish which pissed them off but that is the odor I could smell from them. it was foul",I added as Jake stopped and burst into laughs. He looked highly delighted by my rotten fish reference but it was true I hated the smell still. "Good you can smell them, it may give us heads up if they come onto our territory in the future. We may have to kill them",he looked at me smiling. I would love the honor of wiping those bitches out that called me fat and ugly.

God what's happening? She suddenly embraces me and the odor she is emitting actually causes my eyes to sting. So much so, they begin to water. It smells like a coat that is damp and not properly dried, then add the smell of blood to that, then add that of sweat, and then rain, and then dust, and leaves and a whole bunch of other stuff. Believe when I say she smells worst than a dead rat. Doesn't she know what perfumes and rollon's are!?

Every now and then, her chest brushed my back again, and my thoughts scattered in a hundred different directions. The crashing sound started to become clearer, and there was a foul stench in the air. I breathed in and out of my mouth, trying not to have to focus on the scent. It was like the distinct smell of rotting flesh, a sort of sickly sweet smell that churned your stomach. "What's that?" the woman asked, sniffing at the air. "You don't know?" I retorted, instead of admitting that I was not sure yet. "Something smells weird," she complained, making a fake gagging sound.

I seemed older somehow, none of this was making sense. “what is going on” I asked Lagertha “can’t you smell that” she growled giving me an instant headache I took a large inhale, the air was foul thick with the scent of blood, root and a pungent smell of sewerage, the undeniable scent of rogues. The smell alone was enough to make me gag, then there it was a subtle scent behind the putrid one, rich like raw sweets it was actually sickening once I had picked up on it, but was a clever plan to hide themselves to say the least.

And, she is willing to do everything to help him. Three deer hunters are trying to find a good spot to hunt when they encountered the most horrible smell. One of them even puked wha looks like three days worth of food. They've been hunting animals almost all their lives, but they have never smelled anything like it before. And, as they followed the smell, it only gets stronger. "Oh, my God! What is that smell!" "I can't even breathe anymore. Holy f*ck!" "It smells like a something dead."

Real. “Kalen,” I whisper. I close my eyes, a whimper escaping my lips. He speaks again, softer this time. “Name five things you smell.” I can barely think past the madness clawing at my mind, but his voice is an anchor. I latch onto it. “Pine resin,” I whisper. “Iron blood. Your... your stupid musk.” A huff of amusement. “Two more.” “Wood smoke.” A breath. A pause. A shuddering inhale. “Rotted meat.”