Stanky Leg Novels & Stories

The jagged chunk of missing flesh on his calf tells me why he most likely killed himself. The second we open the door, the smell hits us, as if we had just stepped into a landfill in the middle of a Texas July. It's overwhelming and all encompassing, suffocating and choking us. I can practically taste it in the back of my throat, and it forces me to gag harshly. Bending over with my hands on my knees, I force myself to take slow, deep breaths through the mouth instead of the nose. We need to search this room for any supplies, but I can't get past my sensitive gag reflex.

Helena The place stinks, and for the first time, I admit to a smell worse than Sera's. It isn't like hers, the kind that just makes you wrinkle your nose as you move past. This one settles with the stench of rot, rust and damp earth. It clings your lungs even when you try not to breathe it in, the taste lingering on your tongue every time you exhale. I run my hand through my disheveled hair as I let out a gag-like breath. With my chest tightening from the smell settling on my tastebuds, I pace back and forth through the empty alley in quick, irritated steps.

Or any other non-vampire for that matter. The whole mine reeks of vamps, like a fucking cesspool of eviscerated decomposing body and rotten eggs. And I don’t mean eggs a little yucky and past their time. I mean the kind that explode the grey muck of ghastly stench that poisons your olfactory memory for the rest of your days. It’s fucking revolting. The fuck? Do they just not have noses? How the hell can these vamps live trapped in this stink?

He staggered, one knee buckling. Then the air shifted. My nose wrinkled instantly. The stench hit me like a punch to the throat—sour rot and burnt metal. My stomach twisted. That smell. My breath caught. I whipped my head toward Gabriel, panic crawling up my spine. “That stench… Gabriel—it’s them. It’s the Stingers.” His jaw clenched. “I know. I can feel them.” His eyes darkened, hands already balling into fists. “They’re close.”

The prank kind—once lit, they released an unbearably foul stench that clung stubbornly, almost impossible to wash off with water or detergent. Listening to Diana and Natalie's pitiful cries outside, Cyrus chuckled darkly. He picked up the stink bombs and walked toward the door.

“Come here.” My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. They carried me forward anyway, one shaky step, then another, until I stood between his knees. The smell hit me first: sharp musk of fresh cum, stale beer, old cigarette smoke baked into the couch fabric. It should have turned my stomach. Instead it made the empty, pulsing ache between my legs clench harder.

“Ugh!" The sudden stench from the leave hit me like a punch in the face as the smell of Cassandra's perfume disintegrated completely. The new smell was bitter, rotting and like a mix of old blood and fermented bile. I gagged and threw it away from me on instinct, my skin crawling from how foul it was. The parchment fluttered to the floor next to it, releasing more of that god-awful scent.

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

The floor was sticky and dirty, and the smell emanating from the place was stale and off-putting, a suffocating mix of dust, cigarettes, and something vaguely medicinal. I heard a heavy footstep behind me and turned to see Damien standing in the doorway, his expensive boots looking ridiculously out of place on the grimy floor. He looked like he was heading for war in his dark jeans and perfectly fitted leather jacket. “God, this place stinks,” he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust as I walked further inside, the familiar weight of sadness settling over me. He followed, his imposing presence filling the small, depressing space, making it feel even more cramped.

“What did you buy, Aunt Lindy? Why does it smell so bad?” “It’s stinky tofu!” Lindy exclaimed excitedly. “I found a popular stinky tofu shop that has been going viral online. The stinky tofu that they sell is incredible. They sell the best stinky tofu I’ve ever had. That’s why I bought some for all of you as well. It so happens that everyone in this family is a huge fan of stinky tofu!”