At last, the stone sliver fell free, tumbling across his lap to the floor, leaving a stench of singed flesh.

A crackling: the scent of singed flesh, of burning insulation.

I did not smell burning, of fresh eyeball or singed flesh or anything else.

There was an acrid odor of singed flesh seeping out of it.

He smelled singed flesh and for a nightmare moment, saw blue flames leaping from his hands up his arms.

He heard their screams, smelled singed flesh and powdered blood and stone.

Instead, she settled for slapping the force field, and received a healthy shock and singed flesh for her trouble.

A puff of smoke rose from her singed flesh.

Cuts both ways A whiff of singed flesh reached Bobby and he winced.

I could smell his sweat, his dirty bare feet, and the faint odor of singed flesh.