Event Horizon
Among the booths, the clean scent of recently trimmed grass melded with the heavier tang of oil, the odd puff of smoke. many of the inventions being shown here related to farming or heavy industry, all clacking gears and whirring conveyor belts.
Kaotic beginnings - A Kaos Army story - Chapter 12
It would be good for them to have the feel of the sun on their backs and smell the tang of blood in the air - some of them barely get up before nightfall, lazy things.
August 8: Sleepover
Nothing too remarkable about it, except that the vegetables tasted real fresh, and the dressing just had that right amount of tang in my opinion. living in the boonies, it was expected that everyone had access to just-harvested-today-fresh produce.
The Sky That's Never Blue
**the sky that's never blue** the whiskey was bitter, but it wasn't as acrid as the cigarette smoke or the tang of piss, or the stench of sweat.
The werewolf Chase
They both ran behind a restaurant, the scents of asian cuisine mingled with the bitter tang of garbage, leaving an acrid taste in both of their mouths for a moment before the delicious smells of fresh food washed it away.
Leviathan 06: The Small Things
Nico glances at the weapon, smelling the metallic tang of it once again. it's squarish, a long barrel with vented sides and a textured grip. "yes you do," alaska rolls his eyes. "you've played video games, and you've definitely seen movies.
Dinner With a Friend
The color had a certain tang to it, and i could practically taste myself just seeing it bounce off my skin and fur. of course that was silly, but i wondered if the glowing buds altered the taste of me at all.
Witch Blood - 03
#4 of witch blood - published human manure should have been the first thing to sting her nostrils but instead there was the tang of freshly burnt wood. the voices of people did not call out and there were no children running by.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 5
It wafted out of her in waves: the warm, earthy aroma of her yellow-golden fur, the slightly salty tang of the wetness in her eyes, the fragrance of her breath in the air.
Enigmas for Thought
Like if you're writing or reading, you base your premises off the first set for the character, and then it branches out, and with time and development that character is someone entirely unique and original...well...hopefully....and there you have it: my tange
The Legend of Captains Thod and Riva ((Chapter 4 and 5))
He quickly put a rain and cross guard on, fallowed by a handle of leather on the tang, before hammering the pommel into place. night fell upon the land and a lone figure dressed in black, heavy winter gear and armor slinked across the snow laden ground.
The Book of Warlock 2. Desertion before dawn.
The rich metallic tang of blood was thick in brook's nostrils as they approached, and the great horse's pace finally slowed. she didn't want to look, didn't want to take in the scene, to see familiar faces as they crossed the pitted terrain.