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he smelled like
 
taranoire
he smelled like October the third.
rain dipping down green hills on a cold autumn night, mud and grit squelching beneath his boots. the smell of ozone and dirt,  overflowing river and of damp cornstalks, of sun-warmed pavement cooled by night and dark and wet.
he smelled like electricity. t(more)
zosimos
"I'm going to enjoy having a couch again," Gotou said, seated on the bed and leaning back against the wall. He had his phone out, but he was scrolling through websites and trying to ignore the fact that Masayoshi had decided his lap made a better pillow than the(more)
oncetwicetheman
He smelled like a penny because he was rolled in blood and the red dirt of the hill.

The shin of his right leg stung broken plod by crooked plod across the rock into the ocean.
(more)
fester
Harry's nose twitched and my eyes followed him, noting the irritated redness of it, and the jagged, hopeless fluttering of his eyelids as he rattled the ice around in his empty scotch glass.

"The fuck you hopped up on?" (more)
PobreHayden
      The smell that was emitted from this one man's body told dividends about him. The scents were that of the most masculine delights. Hints of pine, oak, and the hardest of liquors wafted from the entirety of his person.  The liquors that lingered upon him were not too strong, but(more)
Rosie
He smelled like the sun
That shined upon her face
A bright new beginning
The start of the race

He smelled like the roses (more)
shallow
Gerald had a voice like a ribbon of honey being poured into hot tea.  He began his career doing radio commercials but soon took to acting in local theatre.  His first major role was taking on the character of the CEO in an adapted version of the Wizard of Oz.  Alongside Dorothy,(more)
joem18b
typecast by my spouse
in a role that is not me
which i can't escape
maryannex
Slice a crawler in two, and it will live.  Take from this a lesson about the head and the heart: a free mind to dream it and  heart to live it, and there's your life.  All the rest is furniture.
Panda29
She knew she shouldn't.  But that was what made it even more tempting.  It sat there, slick and oozing with dark chocolate.  It was like a cake from an advertisement, with just the right triangle of slice taken out of it to showcase the filling to it's best advantage.  Her mouth wate(more)
Apelsin
The scabs were all wrong. They were setting badly, all wrinkled and crooked, and Doc MacEvans was sure that they would pull and stretch. There was nothing he could do, he said, nothing but cutting them open again, resetting them and hoping the wounds wouldn’t fill with sand. (more)
PobreHayden
     Friendship is one of the greatest sources of healing.
akisazame
It was three o'clock in the afternoon on a Sunday in September, sunlight streaming in through the window and illuminating a warm patch of Souji's floor.  That was where he and Yosuke were lying now, shirts hastily discarded in a passionate flurry; now Yosuke was hovering over Souji and had(more)
PixieDevil
     Marcus pressed the tips of his fingers together, dark eyes evaluating Henry with cold calculation. He was smaller than Henry imagined. For some reason he thought "the doctor" would be some huge Haitian with gold teeth and arms covered in prison tattoos. Instead, the man before him barely(more)
akisazame
The second she stepped into that back alley, it was like time had stopped around her.  Not in the way she imagined it did for people who didn't experience the Dark Hour (she wouldn't know, she'd been living it since she was ten), but a gradual slowing followed by a(more)