Stories tagged “smell”

  • 5 Senses (Part 1)

    Have you ever had one of those moments when, briefly, you become hyper-aware of absolutely everything? I was sitting down having a cup of tea, and it suddenly struck me. Every sense was on overdrive. I could taste each individual ingredient that made u...

  • OT 1

    He stepped into the dark granite lined shower. He let the water pour over him, soaking his aching muscles and wetting his dark hair. Steam rose thick, billowing throughout the bathroom like tooley fog. He popped open the shampoo bottle, poured a dollop...

    • Author: Samurai Jack
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5

  • alarm

    noisome noisome noisome noisome … The contraption sat in a corner of Martin’s workbench muttering to itself and emitting noxious fumes, which of course was fitting. noisome noisome noisome What was supposed to be a talking and sweet-smellin...

  • RAIN smell

    Can you explain to me the smell of the rain? In the beginning of spring when the flowers are popping up and the pavement is full of sun, and the air is warm; the barely-there breeze brings the smell to my nose, but the cool rain drops fall straight ont...

  • hidden treasure

    “You know,” Zooey said, peeking her head inside the room, “If you’re going to crash at my place when you’re too drunk to come home after whatever it is you do, I’d really appreciate some kind of gratuity present̷...

  • suspicions aroused

    Zooey turned to go, but stopped suddenly, spinning around daintily on her toes. “By the way,” she started with a puzzled expression, “Have you seen any of my coffee mugs? I swear, every time I put one down it disappears into some sort...

  • The Break.

    Frowns disappear in lights, sounds hide youth away. Fierce competition drowns your palms and brow. Foul-odored teens revealed to attent men and women. youth unexcused for joy-racing come up empty. Score matters not, when baths are forgot.

    • Author: Jackson
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.

  • Cucumbers and Death

    Sweat glands in abject rebellion, Dakota could not fight her growing dampness and uneasiness. Options and possibilities cascaded before her mind’s eye. None of them were particularly cheery. Stop. Breathe. Think. Words from the past echoed, a ble...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Simple Debauchery

    It wasn’t so much the smell. One could get used to the putrid scent, and indeed she had, and not want to hold their nose of retch. No, it wasn’t that. She swallowed hard as she forced herself to meet that stare without flinching, barely bre...