Stanky Leg Novels & Stories

"No way." "I swear on my life," Aiden grins. "The smell was so bad it cleared the entire valley. The poor guy spent three days rolling in the river, but it wouldn't come off. Even the Alpha wouldn't go near him. He had to sleep a hundred yards downwind from the den for a week. We called him 'Stink' for the rest of his life." Harris is laughing now, a genuine, belly-shaking sound that lights up his face. He flops onto his bed, wiping a tear from his eye. "A wolf eating a skunk. That is fucking gold. I wish I could have seen that."

The smell, a syrupy wave, made my nose wrinkle in disgust. What the hell was she boiling in that black cauldron? The place reeked of death and rotting meat, a stench that clung to the air like a veil. Goddess, the place could do with a thorough cleaning, dust motes dancing in the dim light. It wasn’t much better than the cave she had occupied. A hairy spider, its legs skittering, crawled up my leg. I shook it off, the rough sensation prickling my skin, and crushed it under my boot with a sickening pop.

It aches like it got kicked by a mule. “Well, she soaked that pelt in tomato juice for days, scrubbed it with lemon rinds,” Mabli recalls. “She tried everything to get the stink out, and she never quite could, so in the end, she made a pair of slippers out of it. She said her feet were the furthest she could get that foul fur from her nose.” Everyone laughs, and again, it’s the warm, easy laughter of people who’ve heard the story a hundred times.

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?

It was dirt covered and rough with many permanent wrinkles covering his skin. His eyes where half closed, leaving them into tight slits as he continued to babble nonsense to himself. His gums showed through his lips. There where no teeth present as he smiled in a stupor at us. The smell coming off his body was enough to make any sane person run away. The smell of infection wafted into my nose, permanently staining the smell of a living rotting corpse into my memory. I furrowed my brows together tightly as I held my grunts of displeasure, to myself.

It looked like there was something in them. On the counter in front of him were mugs, a packet of tea bags and a bottle of rancid milk. He must have been making a cuppa when it hit, and he hadn’t left that position since. There was a large wet stain around the crotch of his grey flannel trousers and a big brown lump bulged at the back. Some of it had spilled over the top of his waistband and stained his shirt. Another loose pile had found its way down his trouser leg and onto the floor. His heel caught it every time he rocked, making a tiny squelch.

The mist cloud was Pigsy’s fart. The smell was even more pungent than that of a skunk since it was one of Pigsy’s talents. The fart was so intense that even Alex was able to smell it despite being miles away. It was so smelly that it shouldn’t have existed in this world. Not even gods would be able to handle it. Moreover, Pigsy had let out a wet fart, which meant that it was even more disgusting than usual as if urine and feces particles were mixed.

He had long and oily hair, his beard was curly and full of dirt. Dandruff was everywhere on his face but, instead of being white, it was yellow-brown due to the smelly sweat that continuously came out of his pores. His clothes were ragged and full of holes, Lucinda recognized some dark stains on them that emitted even more smelly odors. A big jar full of wine was in one of his hands and, on his back, a ragged backpack hanged seemingly empty. Lucinda was confused and asked with her hand still on her nose.

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We are pulled out of the car and forced up the stone steps. A skeletal man with a thin, long face opens the thick black door. He does not look at Pavel or me. Merely nods gravely and opens the door wider. The stench that greets us is hard to define. I have never smelt it before. It seems to be coming from the dank walls and the stone floor. I can even smell it on the thin man. It smells like stale urine, and boiling cabbages, but something else too. Something that makes me afraid.