GuiltA Story by Mr. MisanthropeBig idea. Very little hope.
He turned around, and there, hovering in midair, was a gigantic grinning set of razor-sharp teeth. Pointy rows of pearly whites stuck together perfectly in a Glasgow smile that sent a chill through ___'s spine just looking at it.
It just floated there! And the individual teeth were so large and...shiny, and...the grin, it was...so...beautiful... Before he knew it, ___'s hand had approached the teeth ever closer, his fingers twitching uncontrollably but pressing on, wanting to touch the delightful set of teeth. And when it barely touched the tip of one of the sharp fangs, the mouth opened up with a large sigh, like a gaping black hole. There was no tongue inside it of which to speak of, nor a throat, for where would it have led, if not for some invisible body lurking in the air. And then the mouth clamped shut, the sound of metal clamps resounding throughout the area. They all fell back, their eyes still fixed on the stunningly large teeth...! But the mouth was gone! Just as it had appeared in a gust of smoke, so had it left, in the same manner as that of an extinguished candle. What was the mouth, they wondered? So beautiful and intriguing, yet ravenous, vicious...animal-like and yet friendly in its gaze? Could a mouth see, thought ___? Maybe. He didn't know... © 2014 Mr. MisanthropeAuthor's Note
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