Novel & Cerita Uh Oh Stinky

"I kicked Venetia's ass yesterday" Enzo spewed the coffee contents like a fountain, blessing the lively grass with caffeine mixed with his saliva. Tara watched amusingly as he struggled to find a handkerchief in his pocket, rubbing it on his mouth to make it up for the mess. "Who starts a conversation like that?" He groaned in disbelief, coughing the last remnant, blaming her horrible sentence starters. "I didn't know you'd be this shocked" she let a smile play, continuing to walk by his side, savouring Enzo's embarrassing moment.

I staggered and recoiled steps backwards, bumping into a kid with a dirty red hair, when a nasty smell hitted my nostrils. The huge guy's armpit stank of decayed meat, and sweat dripped from his under arm since he was on a brow torn singlet. Which I greatly suspected had been white, but currently brown because of lack of washing. I could feel the food I had eaten earlier on, leaving the pit of my stomach to travels it's way up to my throat. "I can't stand this." I muttered in disgust, releasing an hefty spittle and was about retreating when I hear someone screamed.

Ughhhhhh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He said. "I am getting the flow." I nodded, as they gate opened on it's own and we stepped in. The place stunk. "Do you kill people here?" I asked. He chuckled. "No." "Then what's this smell? God, I feel like I'm going to suffocate inhaling this." I said. He passed me his handkerchief before smirking at me. "We do kill people in her but we take out their body that very moment. What you're perceiving right now is the Stinkbug." He said.

Blake shrugged, he turned the burner off and open the lid, the smoke brought the smell of cheese, chorizo, and tomatoes to my nose. "I remember I walked over a burning pit, it must've caught the smell." I nervously sniffed my top and my oily hair stick decided to snap my hair tie in two. My hair wasn't washed for days now. And it's slimy, stinky, and oily. I wonder why they didn't notice that smell first, before my clothes. "When will you stop lying to us?"

Before I could even decipher what it was, a rancid, rotten odor wafted into my nose, and I gagged in realization. It was a rotten egg. “Yes! Throw it! Such a bitch.” “She thinks she can live well after making us like this?”

“Riven, you know how much I hate the smell of fresh fish. I will die before we even get to the bridge.” He was right. He hated the smell as much as I did. Or even more. “It's the only way, Stiles. This seems like the only alternative,” I responded, still mentally deliberating on the option. “Not ‘seems like,’” Sky corrected. “It's the only alternative.” “Wait. Don't tell me you both are already considering this plan,” Stiles yelped. “I’m going to smell like a sushi roll for the rest of my life. I have a very sensitive nose!”

“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.

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.

he spat as he dropped a cloth for me. "Ugly." Yes, the word I have grown used to. I quickly tore off my shabby clothes and wore the new ones he brought. OMG, I stink so bad. I quickly joined the queue of ladies, and they shifted at my sight. "OMG, will she be working with us?" "I guess so." One who peeled off my clothes with her eyes, said, "I pray we don't die of her stench..." They held their noses. "She stinks like a dead skunk," another added.