Stanky Leg Novels & Stories

As we inch closer to the ends, the stifling atmosphere becomes painfully icy; it grows denser with a familiar rotten odour. It's a stench I've encountered in my years far too many times: the fetor of decay. The pungent malodor clings to the walls of our nose, lingering thick and caustic. Fast to Jerald's testimony, the reek is incongruously rampant further away from the heart of the land. Metres before bursting out of the estate, we uncover the scene.

"I've heard of yellow soil, black soil, even green soil, white soil. What is this stinky soil?" The old man smiled gently and said, "The so-called stinky soil is nothing more than dirt. I wrapped the filthy thing in mud, and it will be stuffy for three days and three nights. When it completely rots, it will be mixed together and stir up again, and can be made with some special secret methods." "It's hard. Not only can it attract the blood worm's attention, but also I'll put it in the vent to block the cold." "Wow!" The pangolin spat out, and his face was full of questions. "Did I run into a pile of shit?"

“Thank you! Finally, I can put a name to this affliction that I have!” He snatched my arm and continued to dab ointment on it. I recoiled at his touch. Felix sneered. “What? Afraid that you’ll catch it? You dumb wolf.” “Felix,” Prince Legiere said in a soft, but warning tone. He closed his eyes. “It’s not her fault that all of Lycaneum has tired and superstitious ideas about the Stigma.”

I саn fееl hіѕ аrmѕ tіghtеn аrоund mе. I’m not gоіng tо get аwау without a fіght, ѕо I ѕtаrt tо kick at his аnklеѕ and ѕhіnѕ. Thе ends оf mу shoes are роіntеd аnd сарреd wіth little brаѕѕ triangles mounted оvеr thе lеаthеr, but hе dоеѕn’t еvеn seem to feel іt. Hіѕ breath ѕtіnkѕ аnd I feel ѕісk.

With me tight in their grasps, the men continued marching downward and after we descended the dozen stairs, the door locked tight behind us. Immediately, a stench filled my nostrils—it wasn't just the smell of bodily fluids, but also liquor, nicotine, and latex. My stomach churned, and I wasn't sure if it was by the disgusting blend of scents or just the way my body was being warped in the air. "Can you let me down now?" I spat. "I have legs, you know." "Yes, precious, we can see those nice and close. I'd love to see where they lead to," one of the men said.

I placed the remainder of the leg of lamb back onto the plate and licked my fingers clean. "I took a crap," I said. "The first one in over a year." He sat up and pushed his hair back, and it fell right back into his eyes. "You smell different, too." "Different?" "Not so neutral, like you might want to shower." I sniffed my underarms and grimaced. Definite B.O.

I helplessly scramble in a blind panic, the cold air brushing against my back as I take flight before landing in the huddled overflowing tin bins that stood closely behind. The sharp clatter of waste-filled cans falling onto the ground echoes throughout the alleyway; the overflowing garbage held inside spills over onto the grime-casted floor filling the air with their rotten stenches, covering my entirety as they bury me beneath. I quickly clamber back to my feet, shaking away the striking pains rolling throughout me when a tearing pain ripples down my front leg.

The stink of alcohol started to grow stronger by the minute. Empty vodka bottles and beer cans were scattered on the floor. Some were even rolling on the bed with its content spilled all over. The white cotton sheets laid on top of the bed were tainted and the smell of liquors would probably linger for a long time even after washing the covers. Shane was crouching on the floor beside the bed. Just seconds ago, he was still on the bed, spreading down on the soft bed until he fell down when reaching out for another can of beer. He looked messier wearing the same clothes he had for filming earlier.

I саn fееl hіѕ аrmѕ tіghtеn аrоund mе. I’m not gоіng tо get аwау without a fіght, ѕо I ѕtаrt tо kick at his аnklеѕ and ѕhіnѕ. Thе ends оf mу shoes are роіntеd аnd сарреd wіth little brаѕѕ triangles mounted оvеr thе lеаthеr, but hе dоеѕn’t еvеn seem to feel іt. Hіѕ breath ѕtіnkѕ аnd I feel ѕісk.

“See she is perfectly fine, there was no need for you to...” Iris sniffed the air, “Anyone else smell something?” “What is it...oh smell it!”, Dylan answered. They turned around. “Hey, hey...”, Cleopatra called out to them, “I think it is the stinklette", she opened the bag and an awful smell wafted through the air. They all covered their noses and looked away “I knew it!”, Ivan yelled, “It was too good to be true” “It was in the name”, Iris had a thoughtfully look on her face, “Stinklette, now I get it...it answers to its name...”