Toothless As A Human Novels & Stories

Ahanu took off back to shore before I could catch him. "It’s a shame, he really deserved to be held under for that one." Dakota stated unamused. "You know, Dakota, maybe he's not wrong" I started to think. "Tyee, you know that's impossible. She's human" I know he's right, but when I'm watching her, there's something I can't put my finger on. Splash. Ahanu threw a rock towards us. "Come on Tyee, you're going to be late for your future HUMAN mate". He started to blow kisses towards me.

He looked like a biker even though he wore a thousand-dollar suit. I ran my tongue over my flat teeth. Shit! I squeezed my jaw, trying to make them drop. I peeked at the table of Council members remembering Kaniji saying I didn't even know how to retract my teeth. Remembering pissed me off, and Tony was doing something behind my back pissed me off more. That did it! My teeth dropped. I ran my tongue over them happily.

I call my best friend who this time comes with a tweezers in his hands. “what do you need more? A tooth or a nail? ...” he asks the man, then he sees me amused and comments tousling his hair “Dark, what is more important a nail or a tooth?...” I see the man who looks at me with contempt and I comment “A tooth…” Claus smiles broadly and replies

And the more I continue to look at him, the more I get scared. “And maybe little pinches to those pebbled nipples. Oh how I’ve missed this.” A rough groan follows the toothless man’s words. My stomach churns from utter disgust and fear of what might befall me. This men don’t mean well. They look starved of food, sunlight and every human contact. Who are these? “Where am I?” It is when the toothless man starts to laugh out loud in a croaky way that I realize I had said that out loud.

I couldn’t breathe. Two more came running then. Their leering faces came into view. One of them, a male with several missing teeth, rubbed his hands together. “Knock her out quickly, then. But don’t kill her! We have to bring her back alive.” “I’m trying, but the bitch is putting up a fight!” “Here. Let me.” The toothless rogue kicked his cohort out of the way. I sputtered, gasping for air, and rolled onto my belly, reaching for the knife. But he grabbed me before I could and dragged me back, flipping me back up to face him.

I replied. "Evidently," he replied. "I hope you're having a great time?" "I came to talk to you, and not indulge in this." "Whatever you want to say, you can say it here. I'm all ears," Gold Tooth said. "Work with me. You'll have a prospect of doing better if you work with me," I proposed. Gold Tooth laughed me to scorn, along with his companions. It was as he laughed that I realized why they called him Gold Tooth; one of his canines was a golden tooth.

She held the thing in her palm in a daze and showed it to Caesar, "My tooth has undressed." Caesar: "Idiot, you've chipped a tooth!" Having chipped about 2mm of her tooth, Lola didn't cry or make a fuss. She seemed to think this game was fun, completely unaware that her tooth had suffered irreversible damage. After sending the doctor away, Caesar lay on the bed. He was racking his brains on how to educate Lola not to eat randomly. It was winter now, and he needed to keep an eye on her when they left later, to prevent her from enthusiastically licking the iron railings outside...

He chuckled to himself. "My dramatic wife." * * * Anderson felt his back hard against the earth. As he whined, he turned this way and that. Then, he felt a cold drop of liquid on his forehead. Just that one drop caused him to open his eyes, quickly. A dreadlock-shaded face hung over Andy's head, and bulky eyes ripped off whiteness. He had a smile on, ear to ear, exhibiting a rusty old, incomplete teeth set, and a significant, artificial tooth. In between this artificial tooth and another tooth hung a crump from a vegetable meal.

But as they turned, the illusion shattered. It wasn’t a man. It was a woman. Homeless, maybe, or just choosing to wear the filth of the streets like armour. Her skin was ashen, lips cracked, but her eyes… they were wrong. Hollow and too wide. Too aware. Then she grinned at me—a crooked, terrible smile. Her teeth were blackened, some missing entirely, jagged edges catching the sunlight like broken shards of bone. It was the kind of smile that should never exist on a human face.

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.