she had her teeth in me, spoken by jeff bezos whe he finally saw her for the gold digger she is, That tooth is fine for making something smooth, so Bezos finally woke up.
josi
my inability to come up with anything for this prompt is going to bite me in the ass.
ace
I love my teeth, they are loyal friends. I worry about their ugliness at times, but the love goes beyond aestheticism, I would be fucked without them.
teethman
GO IMPLIES TO ACT TO ACT IN A FORM OR NATURE OF DOING TO BE ABLE TO WONDER IN ACTION AND TO DO WHAT WE PLAN….IT SEEMS WONDER AND ACTING ARE RELATED SINCE WITHOUT WONDER THERE CAN BE NO ACTION.
stephen olson
i go to the dentist i don’t like it but hey help keep my teeth clean i was a always afraid to go but my mom makes me so i got over my fear
Jesse Martinez
Lo examinó atentamente y era innegable. El pedazo de carne que estaba mordiendo tenía un diente bien formado. Eso superaca con creces los cabellos que había encontrado, pero no lo preparó para el ojo que lo miraba fijamente desde el plato mientras terminaba su bocado.
It was an accident and I laughed it off to make it less awkward. I had never kissed anyone before, let alone another boy, but it gave me so much energy I could feel my heart pulse in my head. He looked at me sheepishly, “I didn’t know it was your first time. I should’ve slowed down.” I shake my head, “It’s fine. I didn’t know it wasn’t yours.” A silence encompasses us as we inch closer again. I close my eyes.
jenga
He opened his mouth as wide as he could, feeling the drill bump and grind against his back molar. It was the sound, it wasn’t the vibration, it was the smell. That smell of burnt blood and flesh, wafting into his nose. It took him back to 1991, where he was stuck in a HUMVEE, his buddy next to him, or the remains of his buddy, after the IED blew them from the road.
I think teeth are wonderful and amazing. I like to brush my teeth and use mouthwash to make them look pretty.But they are really expensive if you get them “professionally” done.
Peighton
there are tiny teeth and big teeth humans have many teeth some have yellow teeth some have white teeth.
KJ
ugh teeth on no they inspire anxiety and dread in me. dreams of teeth falling out, visceral and bloody, I usually gaze into a mirror or look down at the blood pooling in my hands. all i have to do to stop the pain is crack my neck oh boy I hope I don’t start to hyperfocus on this again.
Seal Vee
She saw a flash of teeth and felt a pang and then there was nothing. Blackness. When she came to, she was staring up at a tin stamped ceiling. Strange. She felt the blood rush to her toes, up through her leg, which was throbbing.
The soft brush ran over the thin enamel, so gentle she could hardly feel it. She pulled her lips taught and wide to avoid staining them. Her attendant, passed down from her mother, was trained and deft, unafraid of mistakes because she had learned better in her shaky youth. But it remained painstaking work, and art, and she almost felt bad for her lady’s comfort, her lips starting to tremble, surely going uncomfortably numb. Her eyebrow twitched. Almost.
When the brush finally lowered for good, the elegantly-clad woman did her best to relax her lips gracefully, but they snapped closed like an over-extended bow. Her attendant pretended not to notice and slipped her a mirror. Her eyebrows were almost completely gone, erasing her expressions. She sorely opened her mouth to darkness, her teeth black, erasing all imperfections of yellow or rot into uniform mystery. She leaned forward to return the mirror to her attendant, edging on the extent of her motion in her layers too many to count. Unmoving, emotionless, with black teeth set in a mouth as mysterious and quiet as the night.
Look at little Marty Moses sitting on the stool in the corner of the saloon, almost sixty years old, and with only ten teeth left. See him suckling away at his stout glass of root beer, lips pressed tightly against the straw before it gives out. Marty Moses likes to smile at the ladies when they pass by, and they all giggle ’cause he’s enduring, and the bubbles from his drink all burst between the gaps in his gaping mouth.
Belinda Roddie
Why would you smile at a time like this? The quicksand shifts beneath. The hourglass churns and churns. Below the sinking of our feet are the endless grins of untold skeletons.
More time dead than alive
Her teeth were as white as the full moon on a hot August summer night. She smiled often. When she did, no matter where she was or with whom she was, her smile lit up the room. She knew that her teeth were an asset, and she used them well. Not only were they dazzling, they were picture-perfect straight and beautifully formed. Then one night it happened …
He smiled in her direction, white teeth dazzling. He looked like a movie star auditioning for his next role. Anna lifted her hand to wave, the enthusiasm of her smile not quite matching his; blind dates were the bane of her existence and she’d been dreading this night for weeks.
she had her teeth in me, spoken by jeff bezos whe he finally saw her for the gold digger she is, That tooth is fine for making something smooth, so Bezos finally woke up.
my inability to come up with anything for this prompt is going to bite me in the ass.
I love my teeth, they are loyal friends. I worry about their ugliness at times, but the love goes beyond aestheticism, I would be fucked without them.
GO IMPLIES TO ACT TO ACT IN A FORM OR NATURE OF DOING TO BE ABLE TO WONDER IN ACTION AND TO DO WHAT WE PLAN….IT SEEMS WONDER AND ACTING ARE RELATED SINCE WITHOUT WONDER THERE CAN BE NO ACTION.
i go to the dentist i don’t like it but hey help keep my teeth clean i was a always afraid to go but my mom makes me so i got over my fear
Lo examinó atentamente y era innegable. El pedazo de carne que estaba mordiendo tenía un diente bien formado. Eso superaca con creces los cabellos que había encontrado, pero no lo preparó para el ojo que lo miraba fijamente desde el plato mientras terminaba su bocado.
The first time we did it, our teeth clashed.
It was an accident and I laughed it off to make it less awkward. I had never kissed anyone before, let alone another boy, but it gave me so much energy I could feel my heart pulse in my head. He looked at me sheepishly, “I didn’t know it was your first time. I should’ve slowed down.” I shake my head, “It’s fine. I didn’t know it wasn’t yours.” A silence encompasses us as we inch closer again. I close my eyes.
He opened his mouth as wide as he could, feeling the drill bump and grind against his back molar. It was the sound, it wasn’t the vibration, it was the smell. That smell of burnt blood and flesh, wafting into his nose. It took him back to 1991, where he was stuck in a HUMVEE, his buddy next to him, or the remains of his buddy, after the IED blew them from the road.
I think teeth are wonderful and amazing. I like to brush my teeth and use mouthwash to make them look pretty.But they are really expensive if you get them “professionally” done.
there are tiny teeth and big teeth humans have many teeth some have yellow teeth some have white teeth.
ugh teeth on no they inspire anxiety and dread in me. dreams of teeth falling out, visceral and bloody, I usually gaze into a mirror or look down at the blood pooling in my hands. all i have to do to stop the pain is crack my neck oh boy I hope I don’t start to hyperfocus on this again.
She saw a flash of teeth and felt a pang and then there was nothing. Blackness. When she came to, she was staring up at a tin stamped ceiling. Strange. She felt the blood rush to her toes, up through her leg, which was throbbing.
The soft brush ran over the thin enamel, so gentle she could hardly feel it. She pulled her lips taught and wide to avoid staining them. Her attendant, passed down from her mother, was trained and deft, unafraid of mistakes because she had learned better in her shaky youth. But it remained painstaking work, and art, and she almost felt bad for her lady’s comfort, her lips starting to tremble, surely going uncomfortably numb. Her eyebrow twitched. Almost.
When the brush finally lowered for good, the elegantly-clad woman did her best to relax her lips gracefully, but they snapped closed like an over-extended bow. Her attendant pretended not to notice and slipped her a mirror. Her eyebrows were almost completely gone, erasing her expressions. She sorely opened her mouth to darkness, her teeth black, erasing all imperfections of yellow or rot into uniform mystery. She leaned forward to return the mirror to her attendant, edging on the extent of her motion in her layers too many to count. Unmoving, emotionless, with black teeth set in a mouth as mysterious and quiet as the night.
Look at little Marty Moses sitting on the stool in the corner of the saloon, almost sixty years old, and with only ten teeth left. See him suckling away at his stout glass of root beer, lips pressed tightly against the straw before it gives out. Marty Moses likes to smile at the ladies when they pass by, and they all giggle ’cause he’s enduring, and the bubbles from his drink all burst between the gaps in his gaping mouth.
Why would you smile at a time like this? The quicksand shifts beneath. The hourglass churns and churns. Below the sinking of our feet are the endless grins of untold skeletons.
Her teeth were as white as the full moon on a hot August summer night. She smiled often. When she did, no matter where she was or with whom she was, her smile lit up the room. She knew that her teeth were an asset, and she used them well. Not only were they dazzling, they were picture-perfect straight and beautifully formed. Then one night it happened …
He smiled in her direction, white teeth dazzling. He looked like a movie star auditioning for his next role. Anna lifted her hand to wave, the enthusiasm of her smile not quite matching his; blind dates were the bane of her existence and she’d been dreading this night for weeks.
Oh, well. Might as well get it over with.