The sick smell of rotting flesh bled into the wind.

The boredom, the sheer yuk of it swept over me as I pushed my way out of the sick smell of the phone box.

But Daddy had come back with blood on his T-shirt and a sick smell about him.

A painted youth slithered in and seized one of the great black claws sending the sweet, sick smell curling through the cafe.

The inside of his face was scalded with the sick smell, and the gash wounds on his body screamed with pain.

The sick smell coming off the corpse was making his stomach do cartwheels and handstands.

In his nostrils would be the sweet, sick smell of blood.

A baby was more like a vegetable than a human-with its odd sick smell and pulsation, like a watermelon growing fast in the night.

I glimpsed him struggling to keep the sick smell from overpowering him.

I didn't like that sick smell, and I wanted to be back here again.