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Cigarette smoke waltzes in with an odour as rancid as sewage, depositing its micro-layer of jaundiced tar.

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The rich oaky smell of the fire permeated the room, wisps of silver grey smoke curled and danced their way through the thick, hazy air as if excited to escape the gentle pull of the chimney. Even after the fire had long been extinguished the smoky smell would linger on the fabric of the chairs, on the curtains, and on the carpets; it hung on the air ready to greet whomever opened the front door seeking to escape the bitter gusts of winter wind that howled around the cottage at this time of year.

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This main hallway branched off into several rooms; their open archways draped with sheer, silk scarfs, embroidered with rich colors of royalty. Sweet smoke curled through the thin fabric and billowed in dense clouds of sickly scents into the hallway. Tendrils of it swirled up into their lungs as they breathed in deeply and burned invisible holes of foreshadowed diseases.

By swampygreenie, February 1, 2014.

Found in La Drogue, authored by SwampyGreenie.

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Some residual smoke hung in the air, shifting like ghosts in the breeze. It obscured the hallway like fog in an alley on a humid night.

By lilacsky, September 11, 2013.

Found in Fire and Ash, authored by Jonathan Maberry.

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The rich benignant cigar smoke eddied coolly down his throat; he puffed it out again in rings which breasted the air bravely for a moment; blue, circular - I shall try and get a word alone with Elizabeth to-night, he thought - then began to wobble into hour-glass shapes and taper away; odd shapes they take, he thought.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, April 24, 2012.

Found in Mrs. Dalloway, authored by Virginia Woolf.

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The smoke wasn't completely opaque, but its long grey wisps seemed to curl with others that were much darker, some near black. These stretching entities would show themselves in short, dramatic eclipses, which hid again the room in full smolder.

By chronojim, December 19, 2014.
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It brought a sweet rush to her fingers knowing that this was indeed, an illegal substance. She lit it up and watched as the tube before her lips filled with the white tendrils of burning toxins. She let it fill up, the tube being now filled with the white substance. She then sucked in and felt as that sweet burning sensation curled throughout her lungs and throat, ripping its way to her head she finally let it out in a huge cloud watching the light create abstract colors out of the light mist still hanging in the air.

By kaii, December 14, 2014.
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Clouds of dark smoke erupted from the belly of the vehicle now nothing more than a crater in the ground.

By mahoreveuse, April 2, 2013.

Found in The Biomass Revolution, authored by Nicholas Smith.

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A trail of smoke roared out of a gaping hole in the dome,

By mahoreveuse, April 2, 2013.

Found in The Biomass Revolution, authored by Nicholas Smith.

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He took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke into the air, watching it disappear in the cloud of smoke above their booth.

By mahoreveuse, April 2, 2013.

Found in The Biomass Revolution, authored by Nicholas Smith.

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The conductor took a puff from a cigar and snorted the smoke out of a flaring nostril.

By mahoreveuse, April 2, 2013.

Found in The Biomass Revolution, authored by Nicholas Smith.

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Deadly choking Smoke slithers and writhes under the Door and fills the room.

By Gragsy, August 16, 2015.
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Ali shivered and pressed the cold cigarette to her chapped lips, hugging the paper weapon as she clicked the lighter to life and lit it. The flickering light splashed onto her nicotine stained teeth and watery hazel eyes; eyes contaminated by loss and pain as they slid shut while she inhaled the precious chemicals like they were her life support. The sweet toxins filled her lungs and she exhaled her relief in a cloud of purple grey smoke. It swirled upwards like a dancer towards the dull autumn sky, devouring everything in it's delicately deadly path before curling into nothingness once again. The pale substance was a ribbon of death, and she gazed, transfixed at its thin folds as they ebbed away, dragging her health with them. It was dangerous and full of mystery, like a christening of her sin.

Ali had a thing for danger; she'd flirt with death to distract her from pain. But the thing with pain is that it's only temporary, and addiction follows you to the grave.

By emeraldpoison, August 16, 2015.