I lost both of my eyeteeth yesterday. My gums ache and burn. My teeth throb off and on and they flash hot and cold. My fangs are coming in. I've never had fangs before today but I know they are growing. All of the symptoms are there. It says so in my Vampire book.
I'd feel excited if I wasn't so knee knocking scared. The warning list is longer than the symptoms. Don't let them cut your lips. Don't let them puncture your cheek. Don't let them stay down around humans, etc. etc. etc. For three whole pages. This is a change I did not want. A change I did not expect to happen so soon.
With a searing hot flash of pain my fangs push through my gums. They slide slowly past my teeth and grow double in length. I watch the whole thing in the mirror. With a gasp they stop and the pain fades away. No more ache, burn, throb or heat. I turn this way and that way. They gleam in the light. A chuckle bubbles up from my chest and I smile fully smile. I've got fangs. Glorious, beautiful, sharp fangs.
By: Cassie M Shiels
Where I share my Microfiction. aka Really really short stories
I just wanted a way to practice and share my writing in a super fun but short way. Yes they will often become narrative poetry but that is. only because I like rhythm and rhyme.