Cutting Teeth Novels & Stories

I'm not falling for it. "How about I just get you a toothpick or some dental floss?" "A piece of wood or string isn't enough." He said with a frown. "A toothpick should work." I told him. "A toothpick is for teeth... I have goddamn canines." He grumbled, opening his mouth and baring his teeth at me. My mouth dropped open at what I saw. His teeth were sharp and his two upper canines were ten times bigger than his other teeth. Those were the teeth of a big cat, like a lion or tiger. They were not human teeth.

The minty flavor of the toothpaste invigorated my senses, making me feel refreshed and ready to take on the day ahead. Next, I reached for my razor, ready to shave my beard. I had grown it a little longer while I was away, but I knew that I had to keep myself presentable. I started shaving, taking care in every stroke, but unfortunately, I wound myself in the process. A small cut on my chin that I knew would take a few hours to heal. I sighed, a little disappointed in myself for not being more careful, but I pressed on, completing the rest of my shave.

I took a moment, looking at him, his eyes wide and expectant, before picking up my fork. “Mommy,” he piped up, his small brow furrowed in mock scolding, “you didn’t brush your teeth yet.” I froze mid-reach, realizing he was right. I had told him before that skipping brushing was a bad habit, and he hadn’t forgotten. “I know, sweetheart,” I said softly, smiling at his earnestness. “I’ll do it now. You keep eating, don’t let it get cold.” He nodded happily, digging back into his pancakes as I stood and headed for the bathroom. The cool morning light streamed through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the floor. I brushed my teeth quickly, the minty taste grounding me, washing away th

She swipes something out of her pocket, and in one swish, slices my stomach. The burning feeling is instant. I growl, lurching back as a familiar sting builds there. Silver. I can't see it, but I know it's a small cut. Still, even a silver pinprick can grow into something life-threatening if left untreated. And I don't think they plan to treat me. “Since she’s so powerful, let's pray she gets here to heal you on time, yes?” I snarl at her, wanting to use the strength I still have left to retaliate with silver of my own.

He walked to the stairs. Upstairs, in the kitchen, Dot's voice rang out: "Dad! The bread's ready!" In the kitchen, the bread was cooling on the rack. Dot stood on a stool, gripping a large knife with both hands, cutting the bread. The slices were crooked, one large, one small. She held the large piece up to him. "Dad, for you." He took it and bit into it. Sweet. She ate the small piece herself. Also sweet. She smiled, showing the gaps where her teeth hadn't fully grown in.

He rested his hands on Aeden’s shoulder as he bit onto his earlobe and shoulders. Crystal and Archie were going through their teething phase and it involved biting. A lot of biting. They bit onto anything they could get their hands on. The other day, it was Aeden’s glasses. Crystal had smeared her saliva all over it and when he wore them, his nose was covered in our daughter’s drool.

Chuckling, I nod my head and move the bowl from him. Setting up cutting boards and giving them safety knives, ones kids could use, I place fruit on my own cutting board ready to start. "Look at mama, you have to be careful okay. Cut like this." I show them how to do it. They watch closely and laugh when the knife hits the board and makes a little thud. They start on their own but I jump in a little to correct their form or show them exactly how to do it. With them being smart little boys they were cutting in no time. They were slow but calculated and that's all I cared about.

"I will have to take her to the dentist when we get back to Moscow next week. She's not having it if I try to pull it out. Why did you ask?" "Well, I think I can deal with that," Cassandra offered. It was then that Ruslan caught on and his mouth formed a big O. But the struggle to get one of the twin's teeth was as hard as...well pulling a tooth itself. The four-year-old girl screamed and ran around like somebody was trying to kill her. When brute strength didn't work out, they had to bribe the toddler with a promise of candy bars later. Cassandra tied a thread into a knot and put it around the loose tooth. Then with a tug, the tooth came off effortlessly.

They perked up immediately, their expressions a mix of curiosity and determination. I picked up a sharp knife, holding it carefully in my hand, and began explaining the basics. "First, you need to hold the knife like this," I demonstrated, guiding their hands to ensure they gripped it safely. "Always curl your fingers under, like a claw, so you don’t accidentally cut yourself." They watched closely, their eyes fixed on my every movement. I chopped a piece of bell pepper with deliberate precision, pausing to show them how to remove the unwanted seeds and stems. "See? Take out anything that’s not edible. Now you try."

He complained. "What do you expect me to do? It's so tight I can't even untie it with my hands, should I use my teeth to cut or something?" Jessica flared up. "Yes! Use your teeth. Do whatever you have to or I might wet myself!" He bellowed furiously. "My teeth? How can I…"