The smell is a very common element. It can be so overpowering and disgusting that it adds to the horror of the story. For example, the smell of rancid food in vomit can make people gag just thinking about it.
One vomit horror story I heard was from a friend who worked in a restaurant. A customer got extremely drunk and suddenly vomited all over the table and the floor. The smell was so bad that it made other customers feel sick too. And it took a long time to clean up the mess.
A kid once got carsick during a long family road trip. He had been feeling queasy for a while, and finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. His parents had to quickly pull over. He vomited all over the backseat. They had to clean it up and then take a long break to make sure he was okay before continuing the journey.
One time, my friend ate too much cotton candy at the fair. Later, on the roller coaster ride, the sudden twists and turns made him nauseous and he vomited. It was a colorful mess, just like the cotton candy he had devoured. It was both gross and kind of funny at the same time.
Vomit fiction stories usually deal with extreme situations or abnormal states. This could be extreme illness, drug - induced hallucinations, or possession as seen in horror stories. These situations lead to the inclusion of vomit - related scenes as a way to show the extremity of the condition.
There was a child who vomited during a school play rehearsal. The other kids in the cast didn't make fun of him. Instead, they helped him get to the bathroom and then the director, who was also very kind, postponed the rehearsal a bit so the sick kid could rest. The support and understanding shown by everyone was really heart - warming.
In 'Trainspotting', there are scenes that might be considered in the realm of 'vomit fiction'. The main characters' drug - addled lives lead to some pretty disgusting situations, like when they overdose or have extreme reactions that involve vomiting. It's a gritty and unflinching look at the darker side of life.
My little cousin thought he could eat a whole jar of pickles in one sitting. Well, he couldn't. After about half the jar, he threw up all over the kitchen floor. The smell of pickles mixed with vomit was not pleasant, but seeing the half - digested pickles was quite a sight. He learned his lesson about overeating that day.
I went to a party where they had a lot of really rich and creamy desserts. One girl ate so many of them. Later, she started dancing really wild. All of a sudden, she threw up right on the dance floor. It was a mess of cream and cake bits. People quickly cleared the area, but it became a story that everyone told for weeks after the party.