Fangs. Couldn’t the people who made this site been a little more creative for halloween? In a way, fangs kind of creep me out, there is just something really abnormal about them, especially when you see in like films or something, the fangs coming out in the persons mouth. a;dgj;g just makes me get goosebumps.
Teeps
ouu so scary! reminds me of true blood…but its very fitting seeing how it’s Halloween! it’d be so hot to be a vampire i think! imagine living forever….i wanna be 24 forever! it just sounds amazing! if the world were to end what would happen to vampires?
I watched as the blood painted my arms, a liquid velvet sensation caressing a path from my neck. Soon I gave way to the darkness swirling at the edges of my eyelids, the cold taste of metal heavy on my tongue.
Sie sah die riesigen Fangzaehne. Sie schimmerten in dem weissen Licht, das sie beide umgab. Keiner der beiden versuchte es, sich zu ruehren. Sie war geschockt, doch die Gestallt gegenueber ihr war fasziniert. Fasziniert von ihr selbst. Es sah sie an.
Alex
Halloween has become such a strange holiday. I suppose I like the freedom of expresion that has come to be associated with it, but yet I get frustrated at the lack of emphasis on the historical aspects of the day. I would find much more enjoyment out of it if there was some connection to the past that I simply don’t feel currently exists.
Matt
He had fangs because he was a vampire, but not that horrible new age crap. He was Nosferatu and he wasn’t ashamed. Despite his ugliness and general bad manners, he was an efficient manager with excellent people skills who handled the Magical Creatures taskforce quite well. No other could rival him and as a result, he had had his current position for centuries.
Drea Heiserman
Rawr. Twilight. Growling, snarling, opening up to bite. Foggy mist. Sparkles. Stephanie Meyer’s bullshit creation. Garlic, forbidden romance, Dracula nibbling on the dark beautiful women’s neck. Feasting. Thanksgiving with flesh. Disgusting in a way, but somehow human.
Nadia
I wish I came with more of a bite sometimes. Perhaps if I had a bit more malice in my I could take that big chunk out of the world I want. I want to eat the world.
Fangs are cool. I don’t feel cool. I feel like I can’t even write.
Today is Halloween and I really don’t understand. Vampires, werewolves, where did it all come from? Of course, imagination is the key, right? But where in the world did we find fangs appropriate? Has anyone ever really spotted a vampire? Or does one make up this stuff for shits and giggles? Either way, it’s Halloween. Be safe and have fun. Oh yeah, don’t get bitten!
Fangs. I smirked at the concept of having a pair. Nicole had always said she liked all those vamp stories, but this was pushing the bar a bit. I wanted to pull up her lip and check, but that would be stupid…and then there was the whole ‘skin’ issue with me. The best I could do was laugh…and then I thought about it. Could I tell her my own secret?
Today is Halloween. When I think of fangs I think of Vampires and I think of True Blood and I think of you. I remember that time we were playing Never Have I Ever and Kevin looked right at me and said “Never have I ever masturbated to True Blood.” I hadn’t. I remember masturbating to equally unorthodox shows when I was younger though.
Everything in her mouth tingles. She wishe to pierce the flesh of her victim but knows her limits. She is poising as a human afterall and needs to behave as such. But humans like the tingles of the bite, right? They like the surge of energy, of power of weakness. They want to give into the temptation. Do they know how easy it is to do it? Maybe too easy…
Kit Kat
We always used to joke you had fangs and I guess I made fun of you for it but really I thought all of you was beautiful. You smiled and your lips stretched over your teeth and it’s been a few years but I still smile when I think about your smile. I thought I saw you yesterday for the first time since you left. I clawed at the door trying to get to you and I broke all my fingernails and then by the time I got it open you had gone again. I woke up this morning with mangled hands and an empty space next to me where I’d hoped you’d be today.
Geen idee wat Fangs is. Klinkt als een naam van een bende in Los Angeles. De fangs hebben weer toegeslagen. Fangs hebben een drive by gedaan op een paar crips.
It has been years since my fangs were removed–a punishment of going against my race. I don’t think I have ever really been a good werewolf; perhaps I was born for something else…
Gripping into the neck of the young girl as she fell to the floor and the life flew out of her the demon took over.
Pete
He hissed at me! That dratted vampire, running away from me as I attempted to chase him down, turned around while perched on a tree branch, bared his fangs, and hissed at me before transforming into a bat and flying away. Until then, my chase had just been about the bounty on his head. Now, it was about honor.
I saw the bright crimson of fresh blood against crisp snow, and knelt, watching the man’s blood flowing freely from freshly opened wounds, seeping into the snow, turning it pink and then crimson. I did not inflict these wounds but I might as well have, I would do nothing to stop the blood that the man’s heart kept pumping onto the freshly fallen snow. I had arrived just after the two opposing armies withdrew, the air was thick with energy, hatred, pain, fear, I drank it all in like a refreshing glass of water on a searing hot day, but better, much better to have this. I lapped up the blood on the snow next to the wounded man. When I lifted my gaze and saw there were hundreds more like this one, I smiled, and my teeth, white as the snow, glinted in the light. I flashed my fangs, not caring who saw.
iamme
She couldn’t believe what she saw. This weird creature was showing his fangs…
She started to scream, she ran away. Far, far away.
I let my fangs be seen last night. My friend and I hammered out our differences in a a way that would’ve made Leonitis proud, and I gotta say, it felt good to finally bring em out from hiding. Fangs, bearing your teeth, personifying your anger and letting it be shown is a rush… but it’s all about followthrough.
He sunk his fangs into the side of the young girl’s neck, devouring her sweet lifeblood. With each swallow, he heard her heart pound within his skull, the intoxicating beat, nearly as delicious as the blood itself.
Ashley
I have fangs and I’m not afraid to use them….!!!!! :-) by Count Chocula.
Peaceable
He has no idea how much I love his stupid wonky teeth, and it is not because of how popular those stupid vampire books are. I just love the way the busies look after
Angie
He stood in from of me with his fangs showing asking me if I felt like dying. I couldn’t think of a response so I just stood and watched as he came closer to me. How could I be attracted to someone trying to kill me? All I know is I never wanted to move.
Danielle
I sometimes think my dog has fangs she does not know about. Not yet a fully grown dog, she will bite playfully, prancing around and waiting to pull a piece of rope from my hands. She will accidentally bite too hard, and when I say, “Ouch!”, she backs away and stops playing, looking sad, then will lick my hand to take away the pain. Her tail will only wag when I take her in my arms to show she is forgiven.
When his fangs sunk into my grey flesh, I was already dead. I felt the crimson trickle down my back and my eyes yellowed as the life drew from them; finally, I had been released.
fangs… bites from the vampires mouth.
fangs like a dog, saliva dripping off its long red tongue.
fangs like that of the tiniest spider. too small to sink into human flesh but contain the most deadly of venoms….
fangs like so much pointed glass sticking out through a broken window. like a beaten wife… her teeth like a broken picket fence. all because she burned his food. he sinks his fangs into her neck as she flees this broken home. all she dreams of is escape… all he dreams of is revenge. revenge for his job, his life, revenge for his ever-widening beer gut.
fangs… like that of the night dwellers sinking into my arms. so many bites and no where to run. i try to escape but i find myself sitting with my folded hands in my lap. there is a knock at the door. it is the police they have heard HIS screams but the nights i cried out they were deaf to my pleas. fangs… i feel them as they bite into my flesh cold hard metal fangs of justice all amiss.
violentej
When his fangs sunk into my grey flesh, I was already dead. I felt the crimson trickle down my back and my eyes yellowed as the life drew from them; finally, I had been released.
Matt J
Elliot Saul noticed that T.E.R.R.A. had fangs the moment he’d met her; watched the click and whir as she attempted a human smile. They took food temperature, he assumed – as androids got more and more human looking, their features seemed to get more and more absurd – she even had a steak preference – “medium rare.”
She crossed the street and walked down the steps into the basement candy store. She had a nickel to spend and in a tiny voice that could barely be heard ordered her prizes. The shopkeeper, Mr. Ed, reached into the glass case behind the red monies and the bubble gum and pulled out her treasures, plopping them into a small brown bag that she clutched to her chest, running back across the street with her lips and fangs that would transform her.
Nancy O'Neill
He sank his teeth in me many years ago but sometimes I still feel a ghost of the pressure on my neck. I think last night was one of those nights because I heard his name and tried to follow him even though it’s been so long since i’ve been welcome to follow him anywhere. He smiled in my head and exhaled smoke from his lips and I remembered and I guess that’s where I went wrong; because my memories are not how things are anymore.
She imagined them to be dripping with gore as she stared at his face. Those two little teeth sticking out from his mouth. They seemed so small, compared to what she’d let herself imagine. And she realized that, if he wanted to kill her, he had had so many opportunities to do so earlier.
Em
SHe was ready. Halloween was tonight and it was time to make a move. His fangs glistened in the deep light of the party and she nearly lost any nerve she had. “Just talk to him” she muttered to herself.
It wasn’t until after Airavarri had gone and sacrificed himself to Bedlam that Phee had bared her fangs for the first time to the Realms. She snarled at Bohis, screamed after the bois that had appeared. She screamed, cried, and snarled at so many that night…it was also the first night that Phee realized people knew who she was.
The kitten’s fang caught on her sock. He was fiesty, only 6 months old. She kicked him off, careful to not injured the tabby. Then she scooped him up and said, “If only you were a black cat, that would be perfect for today.”
Today Is halloween. I….it is not going to be fun. idk. last night there was a huge party at the college behind my house. I can;t believe i didn’t go. No lifer. Instead i stayed home and talked on the phoen with alek.
Fangs. Couldn’t the people who made this site been a little more creative for halloween? In a way, fangs kind of creep me out, there is just something really abnormal about them, especially when you see in like films or something, the fangs coming out in the persons mouth. a;dgj;g just makes me get goosebumps.
ouu so scary! reminds me of true blood…but its very fitting seeing how it’s Halloween! it’d be so hot to be a vampire i think! imagine living forever….i wanna be 24 forever! it just sounds amazing! if the world were to end what would happen to vampires?
superior man sneeered-as if showing his fangs-then off he flew…right into the heart of the volcano
I watched as the blood painted my arms, a liquid velvet sensation caressing a path from my neck. Soon I gave way to the darkness swirling at the edges of my eyelids, the cold taste of metal heavy on my tongue.
Sie sah die riesigen Fangzaehne. Sie schimmerten in dem weissen Licht, das sie beide umgab. Keiner der beiden versuchte es, sich zu ruehren. Sie war geschockt, doch die Gestallt gegenueber ihr war fasziniert. Fasziniert von ihr selbst. Es sah sie an.
Halloween has become such a strange holiday. I suppose I like the freedom of expresion that has come to be associated with it, but yet I get frustrated at the lack of emphasis on the historical aspects of the day. I would find much more enjoyment out of it if there was some connection to the past that I simply don’t feel currently exists.
He had fangs because he was a vampire, but not that horrible new age crap. He was Nosferatu and he wasn’t ashamed. Despite his ugliness and general bad manners, he was an efficient manager with excellent people skills who handled the Magical Creatures taskforce quite well. No other could rival him and as a result, he had had his current position for centuries.
Rawr. Twilight. Growling, snarling, opening up to bite. Foggy mist. Sparkles. Stephanie Meyer’s bullshit creation. Garlic, forbidden romance, Dracula nibbling on the dark beautiful women’s neck. Feasting. Thanksgiving with flesh. Disgusting in a way, but somehow human.
I wish I came with more of a bite sometimes. Perhaps if I had a bit more malice in my I could take that big chunk out of the world I want. I want to eat the world.
Fangs are cool. I don’t feel cool. I feel like I can’t even write.
Today is Halloween and I really don’t understand. Vampires, werewolves, where did it all come from? Of course, imagination is the key, right? But where in the world did we find fangs appropriate? Has anyone ever really spotted a vampire? Or does one make up this stuff for shits and giggles? Either way, it’s Halloween. Be safe and have fun. Oh yeah, don’t get bitten!
These fangs were made for eatin’!
Fangs. I smirked at the concept of having a pair. Nicole had always said she liked all those vamp stories, but this was pushing the bar a bit. I wanted to pull up her lip and check, but that would be stupid…and then there was the whole ‘skin’ issue with me. The best I could do was laugh…and then I thought about it. Could I tell her my own secret?
Today is Halloween. When I think of fangs I think of Vampires and I think of True Blood and I think of you. I remember that time we were playing Never Have I Ever and Kevin looked right at me and said “Never have I ever masturbated to True Blood.” I hadn’t. I remember masturbating to equally unorthodox shows when I was younger though.
Everything in her mouth tingles. She wishe to pierce the flesh of her victim but knows her limits. She is poising as a human afterall and needs to behave as such. But humans like the tingles of the bite, right? They like the surge of energy, of power of weakness. They want to give into the temptation. Do they know how easy it is to do it? Maybe too easy…
We always used to joke you had fangs and I guess I made fun of you for it but really I thought all of you was beautiful. You smiled and your lips stretched over your teeth and it’s been a few years but I still smile when I think about your smile. I thought I saw you yesterday for the first time since you left. I clawed at the door trying to get to you and I broke all my fingernails and then by the time I got it open you had gone again. I woke up this morning with mangled hands and an empty space next to me where I’d hoped you’d be today.
Geen idee wat Fangs is. Klinkt als een naam van een bende in Los Angeles. De fangs hebben weer toegeslagen. Fangs hebben een drive by gedaan op een paar crips.
It has been years since my fangs were removed–a punishment of going against my race. I don’t think I have ever really been a good werewolf; perhaps I was born for something else…
Gripping into the neck of the young girl as she fell to the floor and the life flew out of her the demon took over.
He hissed at me! That dratted vampire, running away from me as I attempted to chase him down, turned around while perched on a tree branch, bared his fangs, and hissed at me before transforming into a bat and flying away. Until then, my chase had just been about the bounty on his head. Now, it was about honor.
I saw the bright crimson of fresh blood against crisp snow, and knelt, watching the man’s blood flowing freely from freshly opened wounds, seeping into the snow, turning it pink and then crimson. I did not inflict these wounds but I might as well have, I would do nothing to stop the blood that the man’s heart kept pumping onto the freshly fallen snow. I had arrived just after the two opposing armies withdrew, the air was thick with energy, hatred, pain, fear, I drank it all in like a refreshing glass of water on a searing hot day, but better, much better to have this. I lapped up the blood on the snow next to the wounded man. When I lifted my gaze and saw there were hundreds more like this one, I smiled, and my teeth, white as the snow, glinted in the light. I flashed my fangs, not caring who saw.
She couldn’t believe what she saw. This weird creature was showing his fangs…
She started to scream, she ran away. Far, far away.
I let my fangs be seen last night. My friend and I hammered out our differences in a a way that would’ve made Leonitis proud, and I gotta say, it felt good to finally bring em out from hiding. Fangs, bearing your teeth, personifying your anger and letting it be shown is a rush… but it’s all about followthrough.
He sunk his fangs into the side of the young girl’s neck, devouring her sweet lifeblood. With each swallow, he heard her heart pound within his skull, the intoxicating beat, nearly as delicious as the blood itself.
I have fangs and I’m not afraid to use them….!!!!! :-) by Count Chocula.
He has no idea how much I love his stupid wonky teeth, and it is not because of how popular those stupid vampire books are. I just love the way the busies look after
He stood in from of me with his fangs showing asking me if I felt like dying. I couldn’t think of a response so I just stood and watched as he came closer to me. How could I be attracted to someone trying to kill me? All I know is I never wanted to move.
I sometimes think my dog has fangs she does not know about. Not yet a fully grown dog, she will bite playfully, prancing around and waiting to pull a piece of rope from my hands. She will accidentally bite too hard, and when I say, “Ouch!”, she backs away and stops playing, looking sad, then will lick my hand to take away the pain. Her tail will only wag when I take her in my arms to show she is forgiven.
When his fangs sunk into my grey flesh, I was already dead. I felt the crimson trickle down my back and my eyes yellowed as the life drew from them; finally, I had been released.
fangs… bites from the vampires mouth.
fangs like a dog, saliva dripping off its long red tongue.
fangs like that of the tiniest spider. too small to sink into human flesh but contain the most deadly of venoms….
fangs like so much pointed glass sticking out through a broken window. like a beaten wife… her teeth like a broken picket fence. all because she burned his food. he sinks his fangs into her neck as she flees this broken home. all she dreams of is escape… all he dreams of is revenge. revenge for his job, his life, revenge for his ever-widening beer gut.
fangs… like that of the night dwellers sinking into my arms. so many bites and no where to run. i try to escape but i find myself sitting with my folded hands in my lap. there is a knock at the door. it is the police they have heard HIS screams but the nights i cried out they were deaf to my pleas. fangs… i feel them as they bite into my flesh cold hard metal fangs of justice all amiss.
When his fangs sunk into my grey flesh, I was already dead. I felt the crimson trickle down my back and my eyes yellowed as the life drew from them; finally, I had been released.
Elliot Saul noticed that T.E.R.R.A. had fangs the moment he’d met her; watched the click and whir as she attempted a human smile. They took food temperature, he assumed – as androids got more and more human looking, their features seemed to get more and more absurd – she even had a steak preference – “medium rare.”
She crossed the street and walked down the steps into the basement candy store. She had a nickel to spend and in a tiny voice that could barely be heard ordered her prizes. The shopkeeper, Mr. Ed, reached into the glass case behind the red monies and the bubble gum and pulled out her treasures, plopping them into a small brown bag that she clutched to her chest, running back across the street with her lips and fangs that would transform her.
He sank his teeth in me many years ago but sometimes I still feel a ghost of the pressure on my neck. I think last night was one of those nights because I heard his name and tried to follow him even though it’s been so long since i’ve been welcome to follow him anywhere. He smiled in my head and exhaled smoke from his lips and I remembered and I guess that’s where I went wrong; because my memories are not how things are anymore.
She imagined them to be dripping with gore as she stared at his face. Those two little teeth sticking out from his mouth. They seemed so small, compared to what she’d let herself imagine. And she realized that, if he wanted to kill her, he had had so many opportunities to do so earlier.
SHe was ready. Halloween was tonight and it was time to make a move. His fangs glistened in the deep light of the party and she nearly lost any nerve she had. “Just talk to him” she muttered to herself.
how appropriate.
It wasn’t until after Airavarri had gone and sacrificed himself to Bedlam that Phee had bared her fangs for the first time to the Realms. She snarled at Bohis, screamed after the bois that had appeared. She screamed, cried, and snarled at so many that night…it was also the first night that Phee realized people knew who she was.
The kitten’s fang caught on her sock. He was fiesty, only 6 months old. She kicked him off, careful to not injured the tabby. Then she scooped him up and said, “If only you were a black cat, that would be perfect for today.”
Today Is halloween. I….it is not going to be fun. idk. last night there was a huge party at the college behind my house. I can;t believe i didn’t go. No lifer. Instead i stayed home and talked on the phoen with alek.
It’s difficult to watch T.V. in peace when you’ve got a bat making beady eyes and baring fangs at you while you try to explore the Dinosaur Train.