Stanky Leg Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, then leaned my back against the wall, waiting for them to speak. "Yeah, it's his first time coming here." That must be the voice of Mas Guntur's friend. "Wis is crazy, she must be really pretty, rich. Oh, she's not like my wife, she's dirty, she's dull, she never gets groomed, she always sleeps, she doesn't want to clean the house, she doesn't even cook. Taking care of shopping money isn't good. " Wow. I smiled faintly, you see what I will do later, Mas! ***

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

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.

Contaminated the water? I caught a scent. There were so many bodies in the small tavern, many of them sweaty and unwashed, that their scents all mingled into olfactory mud. But this particular stench stood out because I’d been tracking it half the day. A smell like rancid sunflower seeds. That stink had been at Sarah’s camp.

Anything to wade off the toxic scent that was permeating the enclosed space, making her want to puke. “It’s unimaginable how someone like you could be so daft…you are filthy… your breath stinks!” Astra wanted to hurl so much, her stomach churned at how disgusting the whole place stank and how he still managed to stay here. What exactly had happened days after she left this house. The last time she had been here, she had met everywhere neat, knowing Nicholas, he was a neat freak,so when she saw and smelled the pungency of the room, her heart boiled.

The large mouth opening, the sharp stench of something spoiled and infected and threatening to burst rising from the nubs of yellow teeth. Its nose was pushed flat, the lips pushed forward. Its hair heavy, greasy strands sticking to a flaking, grimy scalp. The legs two clubs jerking from the hip, each with a long, thick, yellowed nail jutting from the end that scraped the floor as it angled near.

Stink shrugging, "You act like I didn’t clean up after. Look, the cushions ain’t even sticky." I scream, "...Stephen!" Stink sighs, "My bad, my bad! I just figured you’d be out late. You are always out late on Fridays. Me and the homies needed a spot to chill, that’s all." I scoff, “ FYI, you must have me confused with someone else because I never stay out late, and actually, it is late, almost 2 am. Chill? That's what we callin’ it now? You had a girl in my silk robe, sipping on my Simply Peach juice, and, was that my lavender honey body oil all over the floor?!"

Cold in all the places I should not have been cold. Then came smell. God, the smell. Damp concrete. Old blood. Rust. stale smoke. Wet fabric. Men who did not wash often enough because either they did not care or no one had ever successfully made them. Cheap deodorant trying and failing to cover worse things. Meat somewhere, but old, handled badly, turned in the air. Oil. Rot. Something deeply animal threaded under all of it, not the clean feral note of some wild thing but the dense male musk of bodies living too close together and too badly. It hit the back of my throat so hard I gagged before I’d even fully opened my eyes.

I am gradually realizing that my street seems to develop this strange stench over the years and this stink increases with time. The filth reflecting in the worn out clothes of the children aimlessly roaming the streets can choke one to death. From the famous Razzi beer parlor down the street to the GreenLand brothel adjacent my mother's bar, these places birth the disgusting stench of my environment and gradually it is becoming inhabitable. As I struggle to jump across piles of dirt littered all over, I could feel different hands and shoulders all over me. Everyone is always in a hurry in a space so small. I quickly stretched my hand out to greet a fellow who stretched his hand out on a

The same smile that Eric had while I pinned him to the wall before breaking his legs. I surveyed the lot of them, most were giving off the same pungent smell that he had, while the others bore their human scents. Defiled? But something like this doesn't happen over night and with this high an odor, it's been festering for awhile. Defilement was like poison. Almost the equivalent of turning a human but starving it of blood.