I can't sleep or rest so I have a project for you! Write a short story...

Theres A Monster Under My Bed

Theres a monster under my bed,
you know the one boys and girls.
The one with really big eyes, big straight teeth
smells like antiseptic and wears a white coat.
Thats the one I'm talking about,the DENTIST!!!

I'm not scared of the dark, or of heights, or of too
many things, (ok, maybe crickets and spiders get to
me a little) but the DENTIST, I've got a real issue
with. I mean after all how natural is it to put sharp
instruments in ones mouth and not only that to put sharp
instruments that plug into a wall socket into ones mouth?
In addition to that there is saliva in ones mouth, isn't
that like in liquid form and you want to put a
sharp wall socket electrical instrument into my liquid?
Excuse me, but how cool does that sound to you?

Now let me further elaborate on this by saying
before they put these sharp instruments of torture
into your mouth, they insert a syringe filled with
something thats going to help with the pain.
What about the embarassment as you sit in the
chair and you've got drool running down your face?
Got anything to help with that Doc? Or for the 5
hours later in the day that I have to face the
general public with a mouth so numb that I have to
wear a face shield as not to spray everyone with
my spittle when I speak.
Charming.

Back to the needle. They're sneaky at the DENTIST'S
office too. Have you noticed? I mean check out the
way they approach you with this huge syringe.
Always from the side like you aren't going to notice
this huge thing in your peripheral vision. And then
they pry your mouth open to dimensions which it
isn't accustomed to going. A good example of that
is the x-rays. They force your mouth open and
insert these sharp rectangular pieces of cardboard
back into spaces you didn't no existed and then want
you to clamp down on them and hold that pose.
And they don't take just one, no they have to take
20 and for what, one tooth? And it hurts, those
damn pieces of cardboard aren't comfortable in the
least. You leave with gashes in your gum lines. So
now I've got one hurting tooth and 20 lacerations and
you want to put more sharp things in there? Wall socket
sharp things? Then to add insult to injury you're trying
to sneak up on me with a syringe the size of a
clarinet? And you want to do what with it?

Well, if you can get through the procedure to this point,
then guess what they are going to do next? They
are going to get a pair of vice grips and they are
going to tear out that tooth. Yeah I'm talking
they are going to rip it from its roots. Now what if
its my arm thats hurting, you just going to twist
it out of its socket too? I've got many pieces of
anatomy and I'm not ok with even one of them being
torn from its natural habitat.

And what are the DENTIST'S famous words?
"You're going to feel a little pressure." This is
a line I'm sure they must practice over and over
and over in that big dental academy from hell.
Because you are now lulled into a false sense of
security and you can only nod your head in a passive
way, while in the back of your head somewhere
someone is screaming "No, don't let him do it, this
is the part, the part you hate the most.Run, run
while you still can. Hit him if you have to." But no,
you've been hypnotized into this Gumby like state,
endured many tortures and you've given up the fight.
You're thinking of green meadows with beautiful green
trees bending gracefully in the wind, when suddenly
the breeze becomes a gale force wind and that beautiful
tree is torn out by its very roots. You look up with
tears in your eyes and the DENTIST says "It's over,
SPIT".

And I want to add just one more thing, in the
off chance that you're all good with this, guess
whats he's going to do next? He's going to charge
you for it. He's actually going to charge you money
for putting you through tortures like you have
never seen in the best of horror flicks. I am
personally not ok with this and would rather
endure having to watch re-runs of the Partridge
Family for the entirety of my life. So next
time you see a monster under your bed, all I can say
is don't scream, keep your mouth shut.

Written by Katherine January 29, 2009

Hello moondancer,,I have been trying to think for a few days about a story that I could write . Sorry I can't come up with anything. What little mind I have now days will not come up with anything to write about. Hope you get some sleep and rest.Bless you.