Two Worlds Collide - Chapter 11 – The Price of Revenge…Regret
Even as the door opened, the stench of death assaulted me, the coppery stench of blood thickly filling the air. "jesus christ," breathed a voice from the radio in my ear. "it's a massacre."
Character Sheet: Selen Shepard
-miasma: a foul stench of rotting flesh invades the air, draining strengths from enemies around. -plague: spreads the plague to her enemies, which causes their skin to quickly rot and kill them.
Colosseum
--god, the stench!--didn't these people use deodorant? there were other smells, too...smells of food, blood, sweat, feces, and a variety of animals.-- roger couldn't ever remember having smelled so many odors at one time!
Tower of Ancients Chapter 12~ Deadly Mistake
_"last angelic my ass, not even you can suppress the rotting stench of death from my nose." the blazing beast said._ angelos quickly grabbed hold of the beast's claw as he thrust forth his other hand.
Clown Mare 9-1
Also, with that awful stench of a pony's death. "i was standing right here and all of the sudden we heard that howl noise. we all scattered but i think one of us saw it. the dead body. they told me by letter that half of the lower body was missing."
Accidents Happen - Part 2
The house was aflame from the inside, the fields alive with heat, the stench of thick oil drowning out the smell of burnt flesh. this was no accident.
Whispers on the Wind Part 2
He opens the refrigerator door to a further assault of stench. more rotten food lay decaying inside. "how long had i lay sleeping outside?" the emptiness in his stomach is outweighed by the emptiness in his mind, heart, and soul.
Satisfied
Once the smell of the dragon hit her though, her nose curled at the stench, but the young panda just did her best to remain professional. "one buffet?" "y-y-yes..."
Temporal Anomaly
The unmistakable stench of a raccoon reached my nose and i knew that i would probably be dealing with an untrustworthy thief.
Meeting the Emperor
Wade was not only struck by the sheer size of those feet, and the relative dirtiness, but the stench that met his nose. he had never smelled anything like it! it burned his nostrils, fogged his head, made him stare at the soles.
The Lonely King
Dirt and sweat, coupled with the rank stench of fear. my nostrils twitch, sampling the aroma. a mortal, a lesser being... but not man, dwarf, or elf. am i dreaming? has my wishful mind conjured a creature of fancy?
Broodmother
The cave was dark and had a stench of decay, the very air seemed to be still and tense but you pressed on anyway despite feeling and seeing the warning signs.