Cutting Teeth Novels & Stories

"Why?" "I needed a change." Out of everything, after you left, I was a wreck, and cutting my hair in the middle of the night seemed like the right thing to do. It wasn't, I didn't do a good job, but after a good cry and going to the hair salon to fix my mess, it turned out to be a good thing. "A change from what?" "Everything." He makes a humming sound but nothing more, at least not in the following minutes.

Samir repeated, already leading the way. “And if you don’t brush your teeth, they’ll fall out,” Dev added solemnly. Both boys gasped, hands flying to their mouths. “WHAT?!” “Our teeth are falling out?!” Ashwin blinked. “…They are five, Ishaan.” Ishaan just smirked as the twins panicked in his arms. “If you don’t brush them, yeah. Say goodbye to ice cream forever.” “NOOOO!” As their devastated cries echoed down the hall, Ashwin turned to Dev and Samir, exasperated. “Really?”

With a sigh I gave her an apologetic look before she flashed her teeth at me as if trying to threaten to bite me again. That warm feeling inside me flickered again and I found myself with enough energy to smile fully. Hope looked at me confused before a slight smile of her own hesitantly creeped up, showcasing her sharp canine tooth. Suddenly, I had an idea. I leaned down to her plastic ties again and started to gnaw at it with my teeth. I found it easier if I used my canine tooth to dig into it and even when it hurt, I still continued. After a long time passed to which my gums were cracked and bleeding on both sides, I finally felt the plastic give way and snap.

“Bones, for your teeth?” “No.” Then he remembered who my guest had been. “Should I?” “Evidently.” “Should the children?” “No, not until they hit puberty in case they splinter their teeth instead of cleaning them.” “Good to know.” I nodded. Zane’s humorous deadpan made me feel a little less ridiculous. Melissa could talk all she wanted about uniting wolves, but I knew all dental the benefits of chomping raw chicken bones.

Chelsey was at a loss, finding it challenging to wean him. Once Cole had his fill, he smiled at Chelsey. At that point, he had already grown four teeth—two on top and two on the bottom. When he cracked up, he resembled a cute bunny. Cole loved to laugh. He would laugh heartily, especially after a satisfying meal. Cole was in the teething phase, so he would drool whenever he giggled. Chelsey had to return to school for a class meeting that evening. Before leaving, she fed Cole some baby food.

I repeated the words mum used to tell me when I was Stella’s age. “I am already five and I even have one big girl’ teeth…” she said, touching her teeth with her tongue, “You see, Angel! It’s almost growing!” she told me, showing the little piece of tooth coming down her gums. “I am not convinced. Let’s make a deal: when you have eight big girls’ teeth, you can help me. Okay?” I asked as I started working on the toasts and getting some eggs from the fridge. “Okay!” Stella nodded energetically.

They murmur . I roll my eyes . They think I don't know that? They actually have a pretty decent length reaching halfway at the position of the lower teeth . I can choose to get it surgically shortened if I wanted to but i like my canines long , it'll be easier to feed that way . I open the cap of the bag ; more like rip it open. Some of the blood spills over my hands and drips on the floor . I am so glad a carpet isn't placed here or we would have alot of explaining to do to the hotel owner .

A baby ? " C'mon open your mouth. Not much time left.", he says and grabs my chin. Then he forces open my mouth and literally starts running the brush at high speed through my lower row of teeth that my gums hurt. " Ahh..stop ! Wh..what are you doing ! ", I scream and yank away the brush from his hands. " Oh ! Sorry. Did I hurt you ?", he asks. " No..but g..get out. ", I say. He pouts at me making me feel bad. But I look away and proceeds with brushing my teeth.

“Mommy doesn’t let me eat anything sweet if we’re at home. I’m not afraid of rotten teeth, Mommy is!” Arianne’s lips twitched. “Stop trying to make me look like some torturous stepmother. Your teeth are probably only going to start changing when you’re seven or eight years old. After that, you’re going to have to use them for a few years. If they all go rotten, you’re only going to be able to eat porridge everyday, do you believe that? When that happens, don’t come crying and calling Mommy when it hurts.” Smore hid himself within Mary’s embraces angrily, refusing to bother with Arianne.

I head to my drawer and open the first cabinet. There they are, my babies, shining and ready for use. I run my fingers on the body of each and every single blade, wondering which of them would get rid of a man’s tongue quicker. I need a fast and clean cut. I don’t want him screaming too much before I get the job done. My right fingers scratch the right side of my head while I’m lost in thought. Perhaps I should use scissors? My silly phone picks that exact time to ring. I reach for it in my side pocket.