The Tooth Fairy is a Thief

The Tooth Fairy visits your house in the middle of the night, only she isn’t just taking your children’s teeth. What is she stealing from your house and how do you attempt to stop her?

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  1. whitefire25

    I heard the creeping at night

    solely in the abscence of the light

    I woke up and my favorite was gone

    The toy I loved my very best one

    Even though I am past twenty-one

    I search all over all through the house

    Finding not anything not even a mouse

    I search under beds and in between

    All the spaces I could find

    Even the ones inside my mind

    I didn’t remember putting it away

    Where did I put it why didn’t it stay?

    I fall asleep late at night

    feeling that my heart was light

    missing one central piece

    feeling that it might cease

    I hear it then at the edge

    of my sleep and conciousness

    pit-a-pat, tit-a-tat

    Who was there what was that?

    I sit straight up and see in the night

    A winged fae framed in the light

    He looked at me, a tooth in hand

    From little boys and girls a band

    around his throat was filled with teeth

    around his neck was a wreath

    He looked at me and grinned a smirk

    His lips they gave a mighty quirk

    He disappeared with a toy in hand

    my second favorite a small toy land

    I screamed after his image fades

    Don’t take that it’s mine you crazy fae

    I sleep on and toss and turn

    waiting for him to come back and take my urn

    it was my third favorite thing

    the little cat with nothing inside

    The little feline with nothing to hide.

    I kept her in between my arms

    hoping he wouldn’t use any charms

    he didn’t come back until the next night

    he woke me up I had a terrible fright.

    I jumped on him and bore him down

    All the way down to the ground

    I asked him what he wanted from me

    He told me these things three

    One he told me he loved me

    Two he told me he couldn’t have me

    Three he said he would take me

    if only if only I would concede

    I looked him over, up and down

    He wore a teeth wreath and a crown

    Are you a prince or a king?

    Yes and I’ll give you a toothy ring

    I looked into his eyes as they plead

    And then I decide that it’s all I’d need

    My life could wait for a little while

    I’d go with him and every mile

    would take me away from my misery

    my mother brother and sisters three

    I wish to take the littlest with me

    but he tells me it’s not free

    I have to vow to love him forever

    I have to promise to leave him never.

    it’s better than here I informed

    It has to be I hoped and he warned

    it’s dangerous and treacherous

    backstabbers everywhere

    I’ll protect you but I’ll not always be there

    I say I do and he whisks me away

    sending for the littlest of my family

    finally slipping that ring on me.

  2. catbr

    “Stop right there loser.” I knew I had heard a noise in the hallway but I sure wasn’t prepared for what stood in front of me. The person looked like a man dressed in a pink sparkly fairy suit. What kind of thief was this.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
    “Yeah I guess not. Most robbers don’t wan’t to be caught. Just drop the bag you’re holding and kick it over to me.” I didn’t want the weirdo to grab me or anything.
    “Looks like your teeth grew in nicely.” His eyes looked so kind and friendly.
    “Nevermind my teeth. Hey, who the hell are you anyway?” It was just strange that earlier that day my daughter had lost her tooth and we put 5 dollars under her pillow after she had fallen asleep.
    “You’re not going to believe it, but I’m the tooth fairy.”
    “I believe the fairy part, with the pretty sparkly suit and all, but cut the crap about being the tooth fairy.”
    “I knew you wouldn’ t believe me. Please just take a look in the bag. That will explain things.”
    I reluctantly opened the bag. There in tiny plastic bags were dozens of children’s teeth. But there were other things in the bag as well. I couldn’t make them out.
    “Okay I see the teeth. But what are these other things?”
    “Those are the fears of the children. When I collect a tooth from a child I have to take away one of their fears so they can grow up and have a better life.“
    “Mommy, look what the tooth fairy left me. Five whole dollars. I found it in the middle of the night and I wasn`t even afraid of the dark anymore like before.“ Sally“s messy hair in the morning just made her look even more adorable. I kissed her cheek and gave her a big hug.
    “That“s really nice sweety.“ I could have sworn the tooth fairy thing was just a dream as my daughter had just awoken me. But why was she mentioning that she wasn`t afraid of the dark anymore.

  3. crazy77


    ‘’Are you sure the tooth fairy is going to come tonight?” my little sister asked Mom. ‘’I know she will!” Mom said. Every time we lose teeth, more than teeth go missing. Last time my Ipod was taken. I was ready this time though. I was dressed in black and had my best flyswatter! After everyone fell asleep, I snuck out of bed and hid in my sister’s closet. After an hour when my eyelids were heavier than bricks, I saw a little sparkle next to my sister’s bed. Then it headed to my new laptop! I speed out to chase it away when it turned to me. It zapped me with a sparkly ray of light and I was zipped away! I was in this room full of all of my lost stuff, including my phone. Then I saw a large red button. I ran over and pressed it and was zoomed away back home. The fairy was next to me and SPALT! Sorry kids for next time you lose a tooth.

  4. cmwiggin

    I awoke abruptly to the sound of tears and footsteps entering my room. “Mom, the tooth fairy came and took my tooth, but didn’t leave me anything for it!”
    I had expected Daniel to be excited over the dollar that had been placed under his pillow. It must have fallen into the crack of his bed while he was asleep. “I’m sure that the tooth fairy left you something. Let’s go take a closer look.” His impatience grew quickly as I struggled to slide my feet into fuzzy slippers and tie the matching robe around my waist. There seemed to be a chill in the air that morning.
    “I looked under my pillow, Mom. She didn’t leave me anything! Not even a quarter!” In his room, I pulled back the comforter and removed the pillow carefully looking for the crisp green bill. After stripping the bed and flipping the mattress we confirmed that the dollar was indeed not there. That is so strange. I was sure I had placed the bill under his pillow when taking his tooth.
    “Well Buddy, sometimes the tooth fairy has to leave in a hurry. Maybe you started to wake up and she didn’t have time to get the dollar under your pillow. I bet she’ll be back tonight to put the dollar under your pillow.” Daniel sniffled along behind me as I walked down stairs to start the coffee. “If you’re that upset I will loan you the dollar until she comes back, okay?”
    I flipped the downstairs light on to see a masked man staring back at me. He was dressed all in black and wore a Halloween mask to cover his face, though shock of being caught shone in his eyes through the slits. Daniel wrapped his arms around my leg making it impossible for us to retreat back up the stairs. As my panic began to sink in, the masked man turned and crashed through sliding glass doors. Maybe he hadn’t noticed they were closed when he went running that direction. At any rate, my husband came barreling down the stairs to see the intruder knocked out flat.
    It didn’t take long for the police to arrive. The paramedics had taken the man’s vitals, placed him on a stretcher and loaded him into the back of an ambulance. Lights from emergency vehicles and cameras were flashing as I sat recalling the events of that morning to the detective. Just then one of the paramedics approached carrying the black shirt that had been cut off of the intruder. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a crisp one dollar bill and a stack of my son’s baseball cards. The realization quickly hit that this man had been in my son’s room while Daniel slept. His hand was under my son’s head while he stole that dollar. Why a dollar from a child? How did he know it was there?
    “He’s coding! Get back here!”

  5. cmwiggins

    I awoke abruptly to the sound of tears and footsteps entering my room. “Mom, the tooth fairy came and took my tooth, but didn’t leave me anything for it!”
    I had expected Daniel to be excited over the dollar that had been placed under his pillow. It must have fallen into the crack of his bed while he was asleep. “I’m sure that the tooth fairy left you something. Let’s go take a closer look.” His impatience grew quickly as I struggled to slide my feet into fuzzy slippers and tie the matching robe around my waist. There seemed to be a chill in the air that morning.
    “I looked under my pillow, Mom. She didn’t leave me anything! Not even a quarter!” In his room, I pulled back the comforter and removed the pillow carefully looking for the crisp green bill. After stripping the bed and flipping the mattress we confirmed that the dollar was indeed not there. That is so strange. I was sure I had placed the bill under his pillow when taking his tooth.
    “Well Buddy, sometimes the tooth fairy has to leave in a hurry. Maybe you started to wake up and she didn’t have time to get the dollar under your pillow. I bet she’ll be back tonight to put the dollar under your pillow.” Daniel sniffled along behind me as I walked down stairs to start the coffee. “If you’re that upset I will loan you the dollar until she comes back, okay?”
    I flipped the downstairs light on to see a masked man staring back at me. He was dressed all in black and wore a Halloween mask to cover his face, though shock of being caught shone in his eyes through the slits. Daniel wrapped his arms around my leg making it impossible for us to retreat back up the stairs. As my panic began to sink in, the masked man turned and crashed through sliding glass doors. Maybe he hadn’t noticed they were closed when he went running that direction. At any rate, my husband came barreling down the stairs to see the intruder knocked out flat.
    It didn’t take long for the police to arrive. The paramedics had taken the man’s vitals, placed him on a stretcher and loaded him into the back of an ambulance. Lights from emergency vehicles and cameras were flashing as I sat recalling the events of that morning to the detective. Just then one of the paramedics approached carrying the black shirt that had been cut off of the intruder. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a crisp one dollar bill and a stack of my son’s baseball cards. The realization quickly hit that this man had been in my son’s room while Daniel slept. His hand was under my son’s head while he stole that dollar. Why a dollar from a child? How did he know it was there?
    “He’s coding! Get back here!”

  6. elclipo

    Getting home after an afternoon at the dentist is always a welcomed relief. My daughter Shelly gets a a baby tooth removed and the assistant gives her a lollipop. I get a temporary crown and a shot of Novocaine and the assistant gives me a bill.

    That night Shelly wore her princess pajamas, tiara included, as she did when she expected a visit from the Tooth Fairy. When I put her to bed, she put her tiara on the bedpost and the tooth under her pillow. I gave her a kiss, turned off the light, and left the room.

    The next morning I woke up to Shelly tugging my arm.

    “Come on Dad!” she said, “My ring is missing!”

    “What?” I said as I followed her down the hall.

    Shelly showed me to her jewelry box. The box was open and her two rings were missing from it.

    “Where are your rings?” I asked her.

    “I don’t know where the red one is,” she replied, “but the blue one is under here.”

    She picked up her pillow, uncovering the blue ring and a neatly folded one dollar bill. I started looking around for the missing ring but Shelly stopped me.

    “There’s no use Dad. I think the Tooth Fairy took it.” she said.

    A couple of days later I went back to the dentist to get my temporary crown replaced with a permanent one. As the dentist and her assistant made the preparations I told them how Shelly thought the Tooth Fairy took her ring. They were both touched by the story and continued to talk about it as they turned my mouth into a construction site. When they took the temporary crown out I noticed how much it looked like a real tooth and asked them if I could take it home with me.

    That night I had Shelly put the fake tooth under her pillow. I went into the closet and sat comfortably among the stuffed animals and the Barbie dolls. I closed the door and waited for the Tooth Fairy.

    Hours later I was woken up by a small luminous creature hovering above Shelly’s bed. The fairy went straight for the jewelry box and opened it. As she looked through the box I sneaked out of the closet and hid at the foot of the bed. She gave up looking through the box once she realized there was nothing of interest.

    She hopped over to the bed and worked her way under the pillow. A few seconds later she came out with the tooth, then reached back under the pillow. She pulled something out and put it on her head. The fairy took a serious look at the tooth and her luminescence all but disappeared when she realized the tooth was fake. That’s when she saw me.

    With the face of a small child that has been caught red handed, the fairy came over and hovered in from of my face. She reached up to her head, took off Shelly’s ring, and offered to me. As I reached for it I asked her why she took it.

    “I wanted to feel like a princess, like Shelly.” she said. “I tried many things but nothing fits! I though a ring would work, but it keeps falling off.”

    I smiled at her and raised my index finger. “Hold that thought.” I said.

    I went to the closet and browsed through the Barbie dolls. At last I found the right one, a Barbie with a full Princess ensemble. I took the little tiara off her head and went over to the Tooth Fairy. I showed it to her and her face lit up with a smile. She bowed her head slightly and I carefully placed the tiara on her head.

    “A perfect fit.” I said.

    “Thank you!” she said with a smile, then disappeared in a burst of light.

    I have not seen the Tooth Fairy since that night. I don’t think Shelly ever believed that I had given her the tiara, either. But, Ever since then, there are two one dollar bills under Shelly’s pillow after the Tooth Fairy pays her a visit.

  7. TimeChaser

    What Comes Around Goes Around
    I was fast asleep when I was roused by a tingling sensation in my lower jaw. I twitched and rolled over, cracked my eyelid just enough to notice some movement. In my delirium I closed my eyes again defiantly and tried to sleep. A moment later I felt a dull pain in one of my bottom molars. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I was born with extra sensitive teeth it probably wouldn’t have awakened me. I’ve always been that way, even when I had my baby teeth. Never could bite into ice cream or chew an ice cube — yow! Even ice-water could set my teeth on edge. I opened my eyes again. This time I meant to find out the source of the pain. I was more groggy than usual. I wasn’t quite sure why, but I noticed. Then I saw her dart behind the foot of my bed — just barely did catch a glimpse, but I saw her. My wife hadn’t budged.
    “Alright,” I said, “come on out.”
    I noticed a faint green light reflected on the floor from around the end of the bed. It went in and out of focus and moved from side to side.
    “I already seen you so you might as well come on out,” I repeated.
    I tugged at the bedspread to signal my impatience. A tiny glowing head peeked around the corner momentarily and then darted back behind the bed.
    “Come on,” I said.
    She eased around the corner of the bed timidly, then darted back and forth a few times like an angry hummingbird.
    “Alright, who are you and what do you want?”
    I was pretty sure who she was already. My daughter Jen had lost a tooth that afternoon, and by her appearance this was obviously a fairy.
    She reappeared, this time coming full into the open. She hovered there about six inches above the floor.
    “Aren’t you supposed to be in Jen’s room?” I asked. “What are you doing poking around in my mouth?”
    Just then my tooth gave out a sharp pain that made me wince. I put my hand on my jaw and closed my eyes for a moment to counter it.
    She made for the window.
    “Ehemmm,” I cleared my throat. “Uh, Toothy? This could be bad for business if it got out, don’t you think?”
    She paused, hovering over the windowsill.
    “You popped my gold filling.”
    She looked at me, part shame, part desperation, then looked out the window with a pout.
    “I think maybe we should have a little talk,” I said. “Don’t you?”
    She hung her head and looked up at me, defeated. She wanted to run, I could see it. But she knew she’d been caught. She looked at me with resignation. She pointed to my wife, who was still sleeping, and then to the living room, imploring me with her eyes.
    “Alright,” I said. “After you.”
    I followed her into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me.
    “Ok I said, what’s this all about? You call yourself the Tooth Fairy? You’re supposed to be purchasing teeth and you go and pop my nugget. Why?”
    She fluttered around the room nervously, squeezing her wand with both hands like she was ringing out a wet dishrag.
    “Look, Toothy. You sneak into my room, hit me with pixie dust, pop my gold filling, and think you’re just going to escape back into Never-Never Land without a hitch? My patience is wearing thin. Spill it!”
    “Alright,” she said. “Alright! I’m in trouble, ok? I’m in trouble.”
    “Go on.”
    “The Never-Never Labor goons are leaning on me, but hard. The teeth aren’t coming and I’m not making my quota. I’ve got loan fairies hitting me up night and day, my tree is in foreclosure, and I’ve got these Labor goons threatening to clip my wings if I don’t come up with some sort of payment.”
    “Alright, slow down, slow down. You better start making some sense, Toothy, or I’m gonna clip your wings myself. Now start from the beginning.”
    “Okay, listen…uh. Have you got any scotch?”
    “Two fingers. If you don’t mind. I need to steady my nerves.”
    “Better make it three.”
    ”I don’t believe this,” I said as I went to the kitchen and fumbled around for some glasses. “Scotch.”
    A moment later I clanked down two iced glasses on the coffee table and poured. “Start talking, Toothy. You’ve got five minutes.”
    She took a drink. “That’s good,” she said. “Good.”
    “Okay, okay. In Never-Never the labor union is like the mafia. Kinda like here, out East, you know? They can take anything they want. I buy my teeth here for twenty-five cents a tooth and sell them back home for fifty — same as always.”
    “Well, lately there’s a real construction boom on, and the LG’s…”
    “The, uh, LG’s?”
    “The Labor goons.”
    “Oh, yes. Go on.”
    “The LG’s have been on me to produce more teeth — with all this advanced dentistry and super-duper tooth pastes they don’t rot out anymore, you know. You have to wait for them to fall out. It’s getting sos you can’t make a buck,” she said, sloshing her drink.
    “Keep going.”
    “Oh, yes. Well, the LG’s have been on me to produce more teeth. They don’t understand that they just don’t come as fast as they used to.”
    “Hold on. What does the Labor Union want with teeth?”
    “They use teeth in construction in Never-Never, didn’t you know? They make homes from them.”
    “Homes from teeth? First of all, I thought you guys lived in trees and toadstools and things. And why teeth?”
    “Oh, they, uh, they use them, like bricks, I guess. And they grind them into powder to use as mortar as well. There’s a shortage of rock in Never-Never, and well, we don’t really have bones. It’s really very cutting edge. I live in a tree myself, but the conservationists these days…”
    “Okay, okay, I get the idea. So, you’re short on teeth. You make houses from them. That’s great. What’s that got to do with you yanking my gold filling?” Unbelievable, I thought. It’s three am and I’m drinking scotch with the Tooth Fairy and discussing organized crime in Never-Never Land.
    “Yes, well as I was saying, the unions can’t continue construction if there are no materials. Understand? They paid me a visit several years ago and told me I had to sell my teeth to them — only them. But since I haven’t been able to fill my quotas they’ve been leaning on me, threatening me day and night. Finally, they send over this big knuckle-cruncher who tells me I’m going to pay for their losses one way or another. Are you following me? Uh, hit me again, Jimmy.”
    “The name’s Carl.” I splashed a little more scotch in her glass.
    “So, you’re lifting gold teeth to pay off the mafia?”
    “That’s about the size of it, Jim.”
    “Oh, yes. Look, Carl, if I don’t pay them something they’ll clip my wings and I’ll be out of business permanently. And it doesn’t look like the teeth are going to pick up, so what would you do in my situation, I ask you?”
    “Hmm. Interesting. Interesting problem you’ve got there.”
    I lit up a Marlboro and offered one to Toothy. We sat, sipping our scotch for a moment, both of us trying to figure out what to do.
    “So, you can see the situation I’m in, Jim.”
    “Yes, but I’m more interested in my situation.”
    “What’s that, Jim?”
    “Hu? Oh, uh, nothing, nothing. Hey, uh, have some more scotch there, Toothy old girl. You know, I’m really beginning to like you. Say, that’s a pretty good wand you’ve got there. And this little pouch here.”
    “Oh, that’s nothing.”
    “Isn’t it? That looks like a loot bag to me, Tooth. Yeah.”
    “It’s my tooth pouch, yes.”
    “Got quite a few gold teeth in there too I’ll bet, in our loot bag.”
    “Now just what are you getting at, Jim?”
    “What I’m getting at, Toothy old girl, is that you’re going to be getting squeezed from both ends now. Understand? From now on, you give me twenty percent of your gold score or I’ll rat you all over Reality, see? There won’t be a kid in the free world who’ll sell to you. That’ll put a damper on business, too. So, you’re into the mob, and now you’re into me. Or you’ll be robbing animal skulls in the pet cemetery. Got it?”
    Tooth got the idea. She finished her glass and rationed out twenty percent of her night’s score, including the filling she copped from me. Not bad for a night’s work I thought. I let her out the front door with the instructions for the drop-offs. That was the most profitable tooth Jen ever lost I thought. A nice little deal for me, the wife none the wiser. I finished my scotch and crawled back into bed, my tooth still aching. I rolled over and put my arm around Susan. She roused a little.
    “Goodnight, darling,” I said, thinking of what I would do with the extra money I’d lucked into.
    She put her hand on mine. “Goodnight, Jim.”

  8. cb0825

    “Frank, wake up! I heard something! Go check it out, but please be careful!” Caroline was always sensitive to noise at night, this wasn’t the first time she had made Frank get up, in fact, it wasn’t the first time this week.

    Frank rolled his 250 pound body off the side of the bed. He slipped on his slippers and started out of the room. When his feet hit the hallway leading to the kids’ room, he heard his young daughter scream. At that moment, Frank was fully awake. His heart told him to run as fast as possible, his head told him to be as quiet as possible. He went toward the room as fast as he could but as stealthy as he could, but his weight on the creaky old wood floor made sneak attacks impossible. After what felt like an eternity, he reached the room, he turned the door knob, not knowing what lay on the other side.

    As the door opened, Amanda and Julia’s laughter echoed throughout the house. Frank was grateful to hear this but, boy oh boy, let the scolding begin. Those kids scared him to death. Frank peeked in the room, but was not ready for what he saw. Amanda was decked out in all her princess gear, jumping on the bed. Julia was examining the wig of an old man, sitting at her vanity.

    “What is going on here? Who the hell are you? The cops are on their way, get your sick ass out of here!” Frank screamed at the man.

    Amanda had never heard her dad use those words. “Daddy, you are being mean. This is Roger, he is the tooth fairy!” Amanda was totally convinced.

    Frank looked at the confused Amanda, he turned toward the innocent look of Julia.

    “Daddy, you said you met the tooth fairy a lot of times. Why don’t you know Roger?” Amanda asked eagerly looking for an explanation.

    “Roger, let’s go have a little talk. Amanda and Julia, please go back to bed. We will talk about this in the morning.” The two men walked out of the room.

    As they started down the stairs, Roger waved his wand. Suddenly, Frank was feeling very calm.

    “Frank, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake them up. I came to get Amanda’s tooth and I left the money, but you should know, I’m going through something difficult. I have started losing my hair. To make my wigs I have been taking just a strand of hair from every child. It’s going fairly well, and making beautiful wigs. Please don’t tell anyone, this is so embarrassing. I will just be on my way now. Thanks for understanding.”

    Before Frank could even process what Roger, “the tooth fairy” could even say, he was gone. Frank returned to his bed.

    “What was all that?” Caroline asked.

    “Just the tooth fairy,” Frank replied.

  9. Rufina

    I know that I’m over the word count by 215 words but if I ended it at the exact word count I would have left it hanging in mid-air and I never do that with my stories. I really enjoyed writing this. There is one truth in this story though my son actually DOES has ADHD so his growth is slowed and he is still losing teeth at the age of 12.

    Drew had been in bed for about two hours so I knew he was asleep. I started down the stairs as I heard the dryer go off, I had to go down to open the door as it didn’t stop on its own anymore.
    My hubby wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours from his fun league hockey game but I thought I heard a noise coming from upstairs. I took the stairs two at a time. There was no one on the main floor so I headed up to our bedrooms. I peaked into Drew’s bedroom but no one was there. That’s when I heard someone fumbling around in the dryer. I ran down the two flights of stairs and that’s when I saw her.
    She was about 3 inches tall, had dazzling deep blue eyes that you could get lost in and was wearing a light blue Cinderella dress. She was also wearing light blue ballerina slippers and a tiara and carried a wand. She didn’t notice me standing in the doorway of the laundry room watching her as she was pulling forcefully at one of my Happy Bunny socks.
    “That’s why my socks end up with no pairs sometimes. I never realized that it was on nights that Drew had lost a tooth.”
    “I don’t mean any harm.”
    “Those are my favorite socks!”
    “I’m sorry, I really am and I LOVE the sayings on them too.”
    “I caught you red-handed and I should report you to the Fairy Board. I’m sure you aren’t suppose to be stealing from the houses you visit.”
    “We aren’t but, please don’t report me. I love the saying on your socks and they are just the perfect size for my blankets.”
    “I won’t report you on one condition.”
    “Anything, just name it.”
    “You have to stop stealing my socks from the dryer. After awhile my Happy Bunny socks shrink so much that I can’t wear them anyways. From now on, all you have to do is come down to the laundry room and check on top of the dryer for the socks, what do you say? Do we have a deal?”
    “You betcha we do! Thanks so much!”
    “Now, just hand me the sock so I can try it on and see if you can take it with you.”
    She handed me the sock and I tried it on. They were suppose to be ankle socks but it just barely came to my ankle which meant once I put on my shoes to go outside, it would slide down over my heel and it would be like I wasn’t wearing any socks at all.
    “Here you go, Miss Fairy. It won’t fit once I put on a pair of shoes so you can take it.”
    “Actually, my name is Kenna. Thank you. I’ll see you next time your son loses a tooth. I guess it won’t be much longer and I won’t be seeing you at all though.”
    “Yeah, my little boy is growing up. He’s almost ten and almost has all his adult teeth. Don’t let that stop you though. I’ll still be buying Happy Bunny socks so if you are flying by my laundry room window and just happen to see some Happy Bunny socks on top of them, you can always pop in for a visit even after Drew has all his adult teeth.”
    “Okay but I’ll have to do that at the end of my shift which is pretty close to daybreak. That’ll be okay. I get up with the birds and then we could have a little chat. I’ll even have some coffee ready for you.”
    “It’ll be like old friends but for now see you at Drew’s next tooth-loss.”
    “Night, Kenna. Enjoy my sock and I hope it keeps you warm.”
    And with that Kenna was gone until my son’s next tooth came out. We became good friends through the years. My son didn’t stop lossing his teeth until he was about 13 as he has ADHD and his meds slows down everything about him even puberty. I loved Kenna’s little visits and by the time she came by, my socks that had shrink and weren’t the size for me anymore weren’t even socks anymore. I had already made them into blankets for her bed by then.

  10. SamiPQ

    I waited impatiently, staring vacantly into space as I listened for my little boy’s whistling snore to filter through the baby monitor. This was my first time playing “tooth fairy”, and I was determined to get it right.
    Finally hearing the little chirp through the speaker, I crept down the hall, feeling vaguely like the hippo ballerinas in Fantasia.

    I inched the door open, holding my breath and scowling at the squeak of the hinges, before peaking around the door. Good! He was still asleep. I crept closer, watching him carefully.

    A siren sounded, and I jumped, cussing under my breath and tempted almost past bearing to hurl the offending toy across the room. Surprisingly, he snored on, and I made quick work of shoving the truck into his hamper before the noise started filtering through his subconscious.

    I looked around and saw no more toys; relieved, I returned to the task at hand. Five feet… four feet… almost there… then I heard a baritone howl coming from the door.

    “BEAUREGARD!” I hissed at the basset hound.

    Ignoring my protest, he scampered past me and pounced on a moonbeam. “Please don’t eat me!” a quavering little voice whimpered.

    I hopped on one foot as I scurried that way while removing my slipper. I was shocked to spy a diminutive man in a pinstriped suit carrying a rucksack.

    “YOU’RE no tooth fairy; you’re not even a girl!” I whispered in shock.

    “We members of Tooth Fairies Union 103 are big on equal rights and equal pay for all. This job is no longer for women only!” I saw his eyes shift even as I pulled the dog away. “And where do you keep your chocolate?”

    “You’re here for my chocolate? I thought you were a tooth fairy?” I glared suspiciously at him.

    “It’s our initiative,” he admitted miserably, “In an effort to reduce the number of rotten teeth we collect, we are supposed to make the candy disappear along with lost teeth.”

    I thought this over, and decided I didn’t want my son dealing with cavities like I had as a kid. “You leave my Godiva, and I’ll tell you where his candy is. Deal?” Eyeballing my shoe in trepidation, he nodded. “Deal… er… if you wouldn’t mind putting that back on?”

    Nodding, I returned the shoe to my icy foot. I pointed him to the bottom drawer of my son’s dresser, and with a relieved sigh, he twiddled his fingers, simultaneously levitating the pillow off my son’s bed and swapping a golden dollar for the tooth . His fingers wiggled again and the drawer opened, candy floating into his satchel. With a parting gesture, he rose into the night sky.

    Then I noticed that he’d left the drawer open. It shut with a loud squawk. My little boy jumped up, rubbed his eyes, and said, “Mommy, why are you here? You’ll scare off the tooth fairy!”

  11. RedHeadedViking

    My son, Liam, lost his first tooth earlier today. He was so excited about the impending visit of the tooth faerie that he bathed and went to bed early – without argument. It was nothing short of a miracle. To be honest, I was excited too. Tonight, I would earn another notch on my tool belt of parenthood – the role of Tooth Faerie.

    I waited until the sound of Liam’s faint snores drifted down the hall. I entered his darkened room, a crisp dollar bill clasped in my hand and paused to give my eyes time to adjust. No need to spoil everything by tripping over toys in the dark.

    A small sound caught my attention and I turned to find myself looking at the Tooth Faerie. The real Tooth Faerie. She was small, not much bigger than Liam, and dressed in glittering white with enough tulle to outfit an entire ballet troupe. Her ensemble was accessorized with wings and a crystal wand, complete with a star on the end. Of course. What else would the Tooth Faerie wear – combat boots and body armor? However, it wasn’t her outfit that concerned me. “What are you doing? Unhand that cat!” I hissed in a stage whisper.

    The faerie paused in the act of stuffing my newest foster kitten into the bag at her waist. Her green eyes locked onto mine. “Being the Tooth Faerie is a lonely job. Everyone I see is asleep. I just want someone to keep me company. I didn’t think you would notice – you have so many others.” Much to my surprise, glistening tears ran slowly down her cheeks.

    Now, I’m very picky about who adopts my foster kitties and I don’t know anything about this faerie. However, my gaze fell on the kitten, a small grey girl who had settled into the pixie’s arms and begun purring loudly; she gazed at me with half-lidded eyes the exact same shade as the faerie’s. Over the years, I’ve learned to trust an animal’s instincts when it comes to the true nature of people; I could only hope that this insight also applied to the world of the fae, because this cat was telling me that she trusted the faerie. In a moment of what I can only call temporary insanity, I said “Take her, love her. Give her a name; she doesn’t have one yet.”

    Flash forward six months. Liam ‘s second tooth came out today. I sat on the floor in his dark room waiting on the Tooth Faerie. Just as I was about to give up, she appeared, a small grey cat in her arms. The cat leaped to the floor and scampered around playfully as the faerie made the tooth swap. Job finished, the kitten jumped back into her owner’s arms. Just before they left, the faerie turned and smiled at me. “Her name is Evangeline.”

  12. joanieww

    I knew it. I’ve been keeping track. Each time Ali loses a tooth, she places it under her pillow waking to discover a crisp $5 bill in its place. That’s the way it should be. How it’s always been, except for the five dollar bill. I only got a quarter. However, lately, each time the Tooth Fairy visits, it seems some of my Ben & Jerry’s ice cream is missing. I know. You think I’m crazy. I’m sure you consider my Chubby Hubby or Cherry Garcia merely food. You couldn’t be more wrong. Ben & Jerry, “the boys”, have been first on my birthday list ever since my divorce. They hang out in my freezer, available at all times in the event of an emergency. They are my friends, my companions. All I need is my spoon, the plastic one I keep hidden in my mother’s old harvest gold Tupperware container, and I’m in heaven. I count on my treat being there for me. I’d know if I’d finished a pint, if I needed to shop for more. I keep track of these things. And today, half of my pint was missing.
    No, ice cream doesn’t evaporate. Chocolate chips don’t just disintegrate on their own. And I’m definitely not sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night, consuming ice cream in my sleep. Someone is stealing my stash and it must be the Tooth Fairy.
    I’ve got a plan. Since Ali’s been wiggling that incisor all day, I know it’s ready to drop. After she goes off to bed I sneak into the kitchen, open the freezer, reach behind the bags of frozen broccoli and brussels sprouts and pull out my new container of New York Super Fudge Chunk. I pop the container in the microwave for 30 seconds to soften it up just right, then carefully slide my spoon around the top layer to make sure this pint tastes as good as I remember. It does. After a few more bites, just to make sure I was correct, I carefully mark the container with a Sharpie noting how much is left, like my mother marked her liquor bottles before going out when I was a teenager. Now all I need to do is go to sleep and see if there is any missing in the morning. What a good plan. Especially since you can’t refill the missing ice cream with water like I did to my mother’s scotch.
    “Mommy, look at what the Tooth Fairy left me!” Ali says waving yet another crisp five dollar bill. This kid is making out like a bandit.
    After the school bus whisks my daughter away, I march into the kitchen. I knew it! She’s been here! Half of my container is missing. Before deciding if I’m more proud of myself for being right or angry that my stash has been discovered, I find a tiny note on the container. “This is my favorite house. xoxo, TF”. She gets me.

    1. annefreemanimages

      I really like the ending wih the note. How cute! I enjoyed the opening paragraph, your descriptions about loving icecream, but I felt that it went on a bit too long considering the shortness of the story. I got the idea and was ready to move on into the story after the statement you couldn’t have been more wrong. I like the idea of marking the icecream container with a sharpie to test your theory. But again, a lot of time was spent leading up to marking the container that could have been used by putting the daughter to bed, or someother activities to make the story flow in time. The ending came pretty abruptly because you had no words left to transition to the morning after. Just my thoughts. Enjoyed your idea.

  13. ahblack57

    Derek slowly stirred awake. His laptop was open and throwing its cold blue light out into the night’s fuzzy dark. Had he forgotten to shut the damn thing down? He rolled away and pulled the covers up over his shoulders which had grown cold. The clock informed him that it was 3:17 AM. He had no intent of getting out of bed, so he closed his eyes heavy with the weight of fatigue. He needed his sleep, he had a big presentation in the morning.

    The soft snickity-snack of the keyboard dropped into his left ear and his eyes popped open. Derek continued to lay there with his back to the computer listening intently to see if he had imagined the sound.

    There it was again.

    He slowly and silently rolled over, squinting towards the desk where his laptop sat. The Apple icon on the back of the open hinged screen glowed back at him. He couldn’t see anyone accessing his computer. He must be losing it. Snick-snickity-snackity-snick. What the hell was going on? That was definitely not his imagination. Someone or something was typing on his computer. Derek carefully swung his feet to the floor without a sound. He froze when he heard a tiny voice.

    “Come on, come on, come on already,” the voice was urging in a whisper. Derek crouched so that his approach was shielded by the screen of the laptop. When he got to the desk he raised up inch by inch to find out who his intruder was.

    “What the?…” Derek’s exclamation rang out harshly in the quiet morning dark as he jumped back startled at the sight.

    “Crap! Busted,” came the reply. There was a small little man with bandy legs and a potbelly. A tiny cigar stub fell from his mouth and rolled a few inches across the desk leaving an arc of gray ash behind. The winged sprite was no more than four inches tall, wore a leather vest, had what appeared to be about a three-day growth of beard, and sported a mouthful of pointed, razor-sharp teeth.

    “Who the hell are you? Or maybe ‘what’ is a better word.”

    “Norman G. Krakenbush. Tooth Fairy is my title. I’m a Region Three fairy. New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania.” New York was said ‘New Yawk’ in a stereotypical New Jersey accent.

    “You’re the Tooth Fairy?”

    “Not THE Tooth Fairy, Bozo, A tooth fairy. There’s thousands of us.”

    Derek scratched his head in confusion, “I haven’t lost any teeth in over 20 years.”

    “A huge misconception. We don’t collect teeth, that’s pure myth. You’re parents did that ,ya nimrod, and leave a quarter in it’s place.” The word quarter sounded like “kwatuh.” “We’re called tooth fairies because of our prolific dental display.” He smiled widely.

    “Well if you’re not here for my teeth, what brings you here?”

    He held up a flash drive and said, “Identity theft,” as he flew out the window.

  14. honjiunw

    “Now hold it there, young lady” Rose ordered, thrusting her index finger at the retreating figure at the doorway, who immediately stopped in its’ tracks.

    Lowering down her arm, she sighed audibly and sank down in her chair while keeping a wary eye on the hidden figure. Even in the darkness, the back of the figure fluttered and twitched as the feathery wings flitted nervously. Despite the figure hovering a few inches off the ground, it’s long coat softly brushed the hardwood floors every now and then.

    “Please, take a seat,” Rose suggested, brushing her hair with her fingers.

    “Are you sure you want to see me?” a gruff voice answered, it’s deep tone resonating throughout the living room.

    “Please, what can be scary about a tooth fairy?” she answered sarcastically, drawing images of fairy princesses and women who looked like eight despite being a million years older into her mind.

    “You’re not meant to see me.” It replied, the wings twitching even more.

    “Well, you’re not exactly meant to be stealing furniture or electronics either. I didn’t realize they changed your job description.” Rose retorted back.

    Rose’s keen eyes immediately caught how the tooth fairy’s figure and coat sank to the ground again before rising up again. It apparently had given up on trying to put up on a fight with Rose, just like her ex-husband and the many lawyers she fought on a daily basis. The tooth fairy emerged from the shadows, the pearly white crown appearing first before it was followed by the face of a weathered, bearded old man whose body was clothed by a bright purple coat.

    “Obviously you didn’t realize it. You think you humans are so attentive but you all are so blithely unaware of this other world that’s just at your fingertips.” He scorned, taking a seat across from her.

    “Well, I definitely noticed you taking more than my daughter’s teeth,” she answered glaring before fully taking in what he had said, “Wait. You mean that now tooth fairies across the world also steal family?”

    “What, you think that only humans are in a financial recession? We have bills to pay, these white crowns don’t pay themselves you know.” he answered, eyebrows raised high.

    “So what, you steal our belongings to save costs? Or wait, better, you steal to somehow turn them into gold with a magical chant and the wave of a hand.”

    “Ha-ha. I am dying from laughter. We merely sell it to trolls for their gold. They’re stupid and rich. What else can they do?”

    “Well thanks. I am television-less, without a computer and a dining table. It would be great to receive some sort of compensation.”

    “Don’t get your panties in a twist. It’s coming but we’re just in the process of evaluating it’s worth which believe me, is worth more in our world than what you paid for it.” the tooth fairy replied bluntly, getting off the chair taking with it, the seat’s cushion pillows.

    “Wait. Really? I am getting money for my furniture soon?” Rose asked in disbelief.

    “Yes. We’re not thieves, I resent the implication. But if you don’t want the money, that’s fine. I’ll just say you believed in charity.” the tooth fairy said, opening the window and shrinking to a few inches.

    As the tooth fairy flew back to his kingdom, he smiled to himself as he thought about how that greedy woman had knelt to her knees and begged with wide eyed eyes of innocence that demanded pity and her compensation. He chuckled as he thought about the story he had fed her, humans were not called gullible in the fairy world for no reason.

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    1. annefreemanimages

      Hi MBFI enjoyed you descritions of the fairy. I could see it in my mind’s eye. I like the idea of a recession in fairyland. The transition from the dialogue to the summary paragraph was a big jump, most likely the fault of only 500 words. I didn’t quite make the transition from Rose being in a state of disbelief to begging in innoc: ense. She seemed a savvy, hard-edged lawyer who would be neither wide-eyed nor innocent. Just my response.


      1. honjiunw

        Thanks so much for the comment, Anne. 🙂 Yeah, I was slightly puzzled as to how to end it, my first thought was for her to receive a huge paycheck in the mail the next day. I did go above 500 words but who’s counting? 🙂 I appreciate your comment, it is very helpful. Do check out the wordpress link if you have the time.

        – Hon Jiun

  15. iluv2write13

    I was dreaming about softball, and I was in the middle of a game, score 5-5, bases loaded, count 2-3. I wound up and whoosh! The ball flew out of my hand just as….
    Clunk! I jolted awake. What was that? I slowly turned around to face the rest of my room. One of the drawers on my desk was open and a rustling sound escaped. What is it? A mouse? Ughhh… bugs? I grabbed my hard copy of Pride and Prejudice I had been reading and slowly walked over to it. I raised the book over my head ready to strike when I noticed a small woman, digging through my bowl of candy.
    “Uhhhh… what… what are you?” I murmured not sure I wasn’t dreaming.
    “Well don’t you know? I’m the Tooth Fairy for heaven’s sake! Kids these days! Wouldn’t notice a snake if it bit them in the nose! Hmph!” she exclaimed, annoyed. She dug some more and grunted contentedly as she pulled out a snickers and started munching on it.
    “But I didn’t lose any teeth,” I questioned.
    “I know that! Don’t you think I know that! But don’t you think I deserve a little candy now and then, hmmm? No! All I do is take your worthless teeth when you’re little and exchange it for money, my money!” she took a huge bite of the candy bar. “But you can’t spare a little candy! Ha!” she shouted angrily.
    “How did you know I have candy? My mom doesn’t even know I have it!” I said.
    “Oh, I’ve known since I took your first tooth. I would always take some candy. MMmmm, snickers, Reeses, you name it! Oh, and compared to the many other children I have, I think your stash is the best.”
    “So that’s where my candy would go! I always thought it was my sisters!”
    “Yep. That’s where they went. Oooh, starbursts! I love starbursts!” she exclaimed as she fetched them out and started to open them.
    “Wait, wait, wait! You can’t eat those, they’re my favorite!”
    “What! Now that is unfair! Starbursts are my favorite and I think I deserve them,” she added selfishly.
    “Nope. The starbursts are mine,” I said decidedly.
    “Alright,” she finally consented. I turned around and looked at my alarm clock. Ten o’clock! I turned back around to find the Tooth Fairy, armed with my starbursts and all my snickers climbing out the window.
    “Wait! Those are mine!”

  16. jhennigan

    I woke up in the middle of the night and found my jaw in a dozen jagged, bloody pieces. Bits of tooth clung to gums, roots jutting out, scattered on my sheets; my pillow case; my dingy, jaundiced gym shirt.
    I wasn’t as upset as I would have expected to be. I picked a shirt up off the floor and laid it across the bed. I gathered the pieces of my jaw and tried to lay them out on the shirt in order, but there was one piece in the middle missing. I looked around on the floor, the nightstand, under the bed and in the closet and didn’t find the missing piece. I shook the books on the shelf and replaced them. I opened the body of the clock radio. The numbers from the clock and books were out of order. The tooth was nowhere to be found.
    I opened the bedroom door and saw that hallway had been stripped off all of its pictures and lights. There were no doorways. I started walking and could feel a presence behind me. I turned around and saw my bedroom door. I opened it and my room was the way I had left it–my teeth on the shirt on the bed arranged more or less correctly, the clock in disarray, books askew. I close the door and turned back around, and the hallway was still empty and white, and seemed to endless.
    I started walking and heard the steps again, so I turned back around and opened my door. I stepped in and was in my son’s room, which was fortunate because that is where I had hoped to end up. He was sound asleep. I checked under his pillow. The tooth we had put under his pillow for the tooth fairy was gone, and the quarter I had put there was there.
    “Josh?” I tried to say. “Josh!”
    He didn’t stir and I put my head on his chest. He was breathing normally. I pulled his eyelids back and there was just skin. I felt a breeze through the window and saw a figure heading away from the house.
    It was too high to jump so I ran through the door and into the hallway. By the time I got down the stairs and through the door the sun was out. I caught up with the figure at the harbor. It turned around and held out a canvas bag tied with a string. I reached for it, and when I touched it we both fell into the harbor.
    We sank together, grappling over the bag. I flailed madly at the figure and finally wrested the bag free. He looked at me and I felt sorry for him as he sank into the dark.
    I climbed back on shore and said that I was sorry. Then I walked back home and saw my son eating cereal in front of the television, and I threw my arms around him.

  17. Nahaul Winchester

    When I was little I never believed in good things, like the Easter Bunny or el Ratoncito Pérez (The Tooth Mouse, Spainish equivelint to the Tooth Fairy). I looked at the more creepy things, like the “Santa” who stole naughty little children and ate them, or the Boogieman. I wasn’t that old when I stopped leaving teeth for el Ratoncito Pérez, instead I went to my dad and handed him the tooth and said, “Ok I went though the pain and suffering, give me my five bucks.”, because my dad gave us bills (he was that cool).
    I only have one nephew who turned four on January third, he’s like his aunt, uncles, and his father, he does not believe in el Ratoncito Pérez or Easter Bunny, just money and the monsters in his closet. But he (like his father) wanted to keep in the spirit of the myth and puts his teeth in a cup of water.
    I was baby sitting him one night, the same day he’d pulled out a tooth (literally pulled, like yanked it out). It was around midnight the little spaz (I had dubbed him Impulse {Bart Allan II for all those DC comic dorks out there}, after my second favorite Flash sidekick after Kid Flash, Wally West) finally dropped. I dragged him back to his room before heading to mine and reading a Young Justice (the ’90s Young Justice, not that I don’t like the new ones, just love Impulse) with music blaring when I heard a loud crash in the living room, figuring it was one of the dogs running into something I went out to investigate.
    Well instead of a dog I found a large black mouse in the middle of the living room, drinking the cup of water my nephew’s tooth had been in. When he saw me he held a finger to his mouth, walking over to me and putting a $100 bill in my pajama pants pocket, then returned to the kitchen, placeing what looked like a $10 in the now empty glass. I turned, ready to walk back to my nephew’s room, pull him into mine, lock the door and clutch onto the handle of a large knife until morning, but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a mass of red hair.
    Sitting on the black leather couch was the more realistic version of Wally West, wearing a Flash t-shirt over a black long sleeved shirt. That’s when I fainted.
    Next thing I know I’m in my room, a Young Justice comic (the new ones) on my side and an episode playing on my TV. “Thank Hades, it was only a dream,” I mumbled before I stumbled downstairs to the living room, hearing my nephew jumping around all exicted. I felt something crinkling in my pocket, I pulled out a crisp $100 bill half happy as hell, the other half ready to faint again.
    My nephew ran up to me, hugging my legs, “Thank you Aunt Nahuel.” Kid still couldn’t pronouce my name.
    I looked down at him, confused, “What are you talking about.” It was then I noticed he was wearing a yellow Kid Flash t-shirt that I know he didn’t have before, holding a $10 bill.
    “Yeah, your friend said you left it for me,” Kelesy told me.
    I ran into the kitchen panicking, to find Wally West sitting at the island eatting some left over pizza. “Hey, you ok?” He asked me. I nodded slightly. “By the way, my name’s Wally West.”
    Yeah to sum it all up, I now believe in el Ratoncito Pérez, and am dating a superhero. Lucky me.

    1. annefreemanimages

      Hi Nahaul. I am not familiar with any of the superheros in this story, so I found the references and descriptions a bit distracting and made it difficult to follow the story line, because I don’t understand the meaning of it all. That would probably not be the case for readers who do know those characters. That is a decision to make, do you want to risk leaving readers out of the joke who don’t know or understand the references, or target those readers who are on the inside? Just some food for thought.


  18. Bry

    It should have been a normal night, the expected end to an expected day. Only it wasn’t.
    My brother had lost his tooth, which again should have been normal for an eight year old boy. But what wasn’t normal is what came to get it.
    The story is that the tooth fairy comes to get the tooth.
    But what came didn’t look anything like a fairy to me. It came at exactly midnight. The alarms weren’t set off. That wasn’t why I had been woken up.
    It was the terrible screech of my brother that woke me up. I ran to his room, as did the rest of my family.
    What we saw made us freeze. We were frozen in fear.
    The creature that should have been the tooth fairy was a monster. It was creature that hid in the depths of your nightmares. It was something that didn’t exist except in the darkest hours of the night.
    And it was stealing something more from my brother than his teeth.

    He was never the same.

    1. annefreemanimages

      Very dark interpretation of the prompt, not the garden variety tooth fairy. And, variety is the spice of life! You had over 300 more words you could have used to bring more information to this story. For instance, I would have liked to know what happened after you discovered the tooth monster? How did you get rid of it? What do you think your brother and you all saw it? etc. I would have liked to have learned more.


  19. annefreemanimages

    Tooth Fairy Tail
    A Rett Bonneville Short Story
    By Anne M. Freeman

    My tooth fairy was a rat. The morning I lost my third tooth, my Spanish teacher taught us about tooth fairies from other countries since my entire class had gapped-tooth smiles. Along with our tooth fairy, Mrs. Quinlan told us about a Spanish tooth mouse that left prizes under kid’s pillows. After reviewing all the facts, I determined that my tooth fairy was a rogue Scottish white fairy rat. Instead of giving kid’s money like in Scotland, my fairy rat stole my teeth, my money, and my candy from my bed stand. I vowed that it wasn’t going to happen again tonight.

    At dinner that evening, I explained my problem to my family. My two brothers laughed themselves silly and started chanting, “Fairy rat! Fairy rat!” Instead of coming to my immediate defense, my parents covered their mouths and stared at their plates. I was insulted and hurt and began to cry. Only then did Mother assured me that we had a tooth fairy and she would visit me tonight, and father told the boys to stop laughing and stop calling me “Gappy Ratty!” Dinner ended and I knew I was on my own to stop the tooth rat.

    After surreptitiously gathering supplies, I headed up to my room, taking one last peek before shutting my bedroom door. My first line of defense was a long string I’d soaked brown in the coffee grinds from dinner so it would be hard to see in the dark, which I tied to my closet door, stretched across my room, and tied to my desk.

    Next, I emptied the wooden blocks from the container I’d absconded from my brothers’ toy closet and built a high wall near my bed: defense number two. Then I set the final trap: if the tooth rat reached my pillow, and I laughed at the silliness of that idea, he’d be trapped by the mouse glue trap I’d carefully placed under my pillow, with my tooth stuck to it. Fully armed, I turned off my bedside lamp, careful not to put my head on side of the pillow with the trap, and waited for the rat.

    The slowly creaking bedroom door woke me. The tooth rat! I snickered at first, until I heard a thump and a curse. No more fun and games. It moved again, quietly, then my wall tumbled! I froze in fear. The tooth rat must be huge! Then, I heard it: a scurrying sound under my pillow – the tooth rat was by my head! It was going to bite me! I screamed!

    There was a crash and my parents burst into my room yelling, “What’s going on here!” There laid my oldest brother, crying, tangled with string, laying on a pile of blocks, a glue trap stuck to his fingers. He got a good spanking; I got an apology from my parents and found $5.00 from real tooth fairy the next morning. Best of all, the tooth rat was gone for good!

    Love your feedback …

    1. rob akers

      I love my weekly Rett fix. I like the insight into her as a younger child. She seems to be the same creative, entergetic girl. Good job keeping her personality consistant. I like the family banter at the begining and the Gappy Ratty comment. I would have liked the brother’s punishment be more creative than a spanking but when I am mad at my kids, I am usually lacking in creativity. Nice Job.

      1. annefreemanimages

        Thanks, Rob. I like your comment about the brother’s punishment, Rob. I’m developing a longer version of the story that will posted on my blog, and it will contain more detail that this. I’ll have to give your suggestion some thought. Thanks!

    2. lunamaria413

      Nice! I REALLY like the first paragraph, how it sets up so much back story for the character in so few words. Definitely shows how sincere children are about their fears of tales they hear. I like the suspense of the gluey rat trap under the pillow. Great story 🙂

      1. annefreemanimages

        Thanks, Lumamaira. I’m glad to hear that the first paragraph worked for you. Getting the backgound in such a short story is certainly a challenge. I had a friend when I was that age who was terrific at telling really scary tales, and I would literally go to bed in fear! I think this story was my way of taking control of some of those old childhood fears. You really tapped into that. Thanks again for taking the time to comment.

          1. jmiff328

            I like the story. It has a YA feel to it. I know this is one of a series. I have been to your blog and read most. I think you have a good character to move forward with a novel, if thats what you choose to do.

  20. rob akers

    Fred staggered towards the bed for the third time since he fell asleep. Banging his toe on a newly positioned nightstand, he exhaled an audible grunt followed by a mumbled string of expletives. Hopping on one foot, he returned to the bathroom and closed the door. Standing alone in the dark, he allowed himself a moment to absorb the pain that was streaking up his leg. Sure that his pinkie toe was displaced, he mistakenly reached for the light switch. The searing brightness burned through his eye lids and deep into his retina.

    Slowly he recovered from his wounds and stared at his left tow. It was still in place and if not for the pain, he would not be able to see the self-inflicted trauma. Fred wasn’t the type of man who admired his toes and this moment was no different. He saw the ugly appendage complete with an overgrown, yellow toe nail and four stray hairs growing out of the one that went wee, wee all the way home. His gaze moved from the toe to his reflection in the mirror. The glow from the new energy efficient florescent light bulbs was less than flattering.

    His once dark thick hair was all but gone and the gray that remained was tangled like a single string of Christmas lights. His stubble on his pale face was begging for a razor that was still hours away. His short fat neck once supported a head that attracted the ladies but now attracted the wrath of comedians. When he was in high school he was called Freddie, Ferdinand, and his favorite Fred the Head. The last 25 years he was known as Fred. Beholding his reflection, he saw hair protruding from his nostrils. Quickly grabbing the hand held mirror, he turned his body around and his back looked like he was wearing a sweater. Peering into his ears, he saw the hair growing there too. Sighing, he realized that he still had the hair of his youth; it had just migrated to a different location.

    Looking at the counter, he saw the five dollar bill his wife had left out for him. His youngest daughter had just lost another tooth and she dutifully placed it under her pillow. The simple thought brought a smile to his coffee stained teeth. He knew that although the Age Fairy had taken the best of his vanity it had left him with the gift that keeps giving; the perfect Love of his daughter.

    Comments Welcome

    1. annefreemanimages

      He was so, so sad! I liked the ending, and would have enjoyed some time in the story of him playing the tooth fairy, slipping the money under the pillow of his daughter, maybe stroking her hair, kissing her forhead, saying something to her, in her sleep, that daddy toothfairy love you. that would have been a great counterpoint to the regret of aging you detailed so well. Just an idea, Rob. Nice take on the prompt.

      1. rob akers

        It started off to be a comedy but changed in the middle because I didnt think it was funny, I didnt like the ending and I have been trying to focus on getting better with my descriptions of people. The character was a guy I saw at Wal-Mart. I had all of the things you suggested in the new ending but cut it becuase I have been reading about allowing the reader the opportunity to make connections and create their own ending in their mind. Just some explainations of how it turned out this way. I am a work in progress, thanks again for your comments.

  21. LTContessa

    If you are over the age of eight, you probably believe that the tooth fairy does not exist. You believe as I do that there is no old crone with a sack full of baby teeth in one hand and a leather pouch becoming lighter, one quarter at a time, in the other. There is no cute, six-inch pixie with gossamer wings and a magic wand, transforming castaway canines and bicuspids into shiny new coins. Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, these tooth fairies are just myths.

    When my son Johnny lost his first tooth, I comforted him, by telling him a fantastic tale about a lovely tooth fairy who comes in the dark, steals teeth from under pillows, and replaces them with quarters. I figured that when Johnny was old enough to guess the truth (or to catch me in the act of swapping teeth for coins), we would have a good laugh together, a little innocence would be lost, and the tooth fairy would be retired. Johnny and I would find new developmental hurdles to jump.

    That is the way things worked for my parents and me. However, the rules must have changed after Johnny was born. Johnny never lost his innocence. He never guessed the tooth fairy was a fabrication, and he never caught me doing my parental duty. No. Instead, Johnny caught the tooth fairy.

    Johnny was a month away from turning six. He had just lost a tooth, the second one in two weeks. The quarter he’d received the last time was cool, but he decided it wasn’t enough. He was going to negotiate for a bigger payout. Johnny knew that a glass of wine made Mommy sleepy. Surely, it would do the same for the tooth fairy. He figured–get her sleepy, and she would be willing to hang around awhile and make a deal. Johnny waited until I was asleep, retrieved the leftover wine from the kitchen, and placed it on the rug next to his bed.

    At 3:00 a.m., I awoke to the sound of voices from Johnny’s room and groggily made my way down the hall to investigate. There was no mistaking the being standing on Johnny’s rug, holding the wine bottle. The tooth fairy’s white undershirt glowed faintly, an oversized belly peeked out from under the shirt’s bottom edge, and gossamer wings protruded from slits in the back of the shirt. His midnight blue boxing shorts were bedecked with hundreds of dancing teeth. He had spent most of the night, trudging from home to home, retrieving children’s teeth. He looked pretty tired, but he seemed to be enjoying his conversation with Johnny. He gave a small start when I entered the room, winked at me, then turned back to Johnny. Johnny handed him his tooth, and the tooth fairy dropped two shiny quarters onto Johnny’s palm. Then, the tooth fairy, still holding the bottle of wine, shimmered and disappeared, taking my innocence with him.

  22. asia_moon

    She was a wretched looking thing with red eyes and a mess of frizzy silver hair. Her dingy grey dress was tattered, as if she’d crawled through a thorn bush and little fang like teeth glistened menacingly as she hissed at me when she became aware of my presence. She was crouched over Iris, who slept soundly, as if drugged.
    Iris lost her first tooth today while we were at the park, she cried, silly thing. I told her tonight the Tooth Fairy would visit and exchange her tooth for a silver coin, maybe even a dollar, she works like Santa, I said, the less naughty you are the better the present. The Tooth Fairy would slide past the window on a colourful magic dust rainbow and her hair was like sunshine, her eyes like the summer sky and her dress was of the finest spider spun silk. The impish creature with long gnarled fingers and black ragged nails that looked back at me in the night light glow was not anything close to my idea of the Tooth Fairy.
    She clutched something in her hand. It was the colour of the lingering moon rays at dawn. She looked at Iris, and then she looked at me, her eyes full of mischief. She began to cackle. Her voice was like fingernails on a blackboard, screechingly vulgar. The horrible sound filled the room, yet Iris did not wake. “What have you done to her?” I asked angrily. The Tooth Fairy continued to laugh. She climbed off the bed with swift, lizard like movements. She was about the size of a garden gnome. She pointed at me with a mossy twig that was stuck in her cracked leather belt. I lunged forward and kicked her wraith like form. She fell against the wardrobe with a slight thud. “What have you done to her?” I asked again. She screamed in anger. “She’s mine now!” she replied cackling again. She shoved the moon rays in a little leather sack attached to a leather cord around her neck and ran towards the window and threw herself out. I ran after her and peered out into the yard but she was nowhere in sight. Heart racing, I hurried to Iris’ bed and shook her, but she would not wake.
    “Wake up! Wake up!” I screamed.The light flicked on and Dorian stood at the doorway. “What’s going on?” he asked frantically. I looked up at him through tear filled eyes, in my arms I cradled a damp, mossy log, where Iris was supposed to be.

  23. Writer_Girl

    My son had been singing “All I Want for Christmas is to Lose My Two Front Teeth”, discovering that he was one of the few in his class yet to be toothless.
    Come Christmas, my husband and I had given him the next-best thing to a dental extraction: A twenty-four pack of Hot Wheels. He still wanted his teeth out. On the twenty-sixth, he got his Christmas miracle—his teeth separated from his gum with blood and tears aplenty. Still, he rushed to bed, with high hopes of a visit from the legendary tooth fairy.
    Later that night, I thought I heard grunts. My eyelids snapped apart. The tooth fairy. It had to be. No, I dismissed the thought. She doesn’t exist. I heard the scraping of plastic car tires on tile. “Austin,” I called, “It’s nighttime, honey. Go back to sleep.” I paused for a few seconds, but the scraping didn’t cease. “Aus-tin,” I warned. I heard no reply, and stood to usher him to bed.
    A two-inch tall lady greeted me nonchalantly. I wasn’t buying it. “What are you doing with my son’s car?” I demanded.
    The tooth fairy smiled. “Ah, yes. Young Austin Jacobs. Anxious to lose those teeth, wasn’t he?” she said.
    “You didn’t answer my question.” I snarled.
    “I don’t plan to.” The orange-streaked car was hovering above me, accompanied by it’s new master. Quicker than I could process what I was seeing, the car zipped downstairs.
    “Hey!” I called, bounding down marble steps. My mind raced. Austin would be heartbroken if he found his car missing. I had to stop her. How, I had no idea. Then it hit me. Christmas had been good to Austin, showering him with candy. I dove into the kitchen. I frantically fished through drawers, grabbing all the sugar I could hold.
    Five…four…three…two…lunging from the kitchen, I hurled all the fun-sized candy bars, now unwrapped, at the flying car. It toppled to the floor. “Eat that!” I chuckled.
    “What the–?” muttered the tooth fairy, struggling to lift the Milky Way from her chest. “How did you know I hate sugar? And this caramel—oh–do you know what that can do to braces?”
    “I figured you were like dentists.” I flashed her my best I’m-thirty-seven-and-only-have-three-cavities smile. “Now,” I said, raising a bottle of chocolate syrup, “What are you doing with Austin’s car?”
    “I need a ride,” she sputtered. “I know I can fly, but my wings get tired sometimes…Austin’s car seemed perfect.” she cowered in fear.
    My face softened. “You can’t keep the car,” I said gently.“But here,” I said, handing her a few bills. “Take these to Wal-Mart. That should be enough for one.” It was odd how motherly I could be with someone dozens of times my age.
    “Thank you.” she whispered.
    “I owed you.” I said, lifting her Milky Way restraint.
    “Goodbye, Sherri.” she waved.
    “See you in a few months.” I lifted the Milky Way to my lips.
    “Don’t even think about it.”

    1. tangerine

      Clever and entertaining! Only one thing jumped out at me: the line where the eyelids “snapped apart”. This created quite a picture for me, one of pieces of eyelids like broken plastic, or something. I don’t think that’s what you meant, is it? Loved the line “Milky Way restraint”. Good job!

  24. tmarsden68

    At first I blamed my teenage son. Kids sometimes “borrow” from their parents without permission. But the frequency of money disappearing from my wallet concerned me. Was he in trouble? On drugs? I needed evidence before confronting him, so hid a camera in the office.

    Several weeks later, I discovered twenty dollars missing from my wallet. I reviewed the video, and stared in disbelief. The Tooth Fairy!? When did she go crooked? Was she in trouble? On drugs?

    Our daughter Jenny lost a tooth the previous day. She was thrilled to find four shiny quarters under her pillow, but we still had a NET loss of nineteen dollars. With three kids under eight and dozens of baby teeth still intact, I’d be bankrupt soon at this rate. I had to get to the bottom of this.

    Six weeks later, our other daughter Mable lost a canine to an unripe pear. It was time to catch this Bicuspid Bandit. That evening , I booby trapped my wallet with fish net, Cheese Whiz and bottle caps- just like I had seen on MacGyver. I hid behind a chair armed with a baseball mitt, fly swatter and silly string.

    Around midnight, I heard the sound of tiny fluttering wings. Then came the crash of fish net and bottle caps followed by a tiny shriek. I caught her! I caught the tooth fairy! I quickly swept her up in my mitt as she struggled in the netting.

    I rushed her to the basement for fear the commotion would wake the kids. I could only imagine the looks of horror if they found me holding the Tooth Fairy hostage. Why daddy? Why? Who’s next? Santa? The Easter Bunny? Ryan Seacrest?

    In the basement, I prepared to interrogate the frantic creature.

    “What exactly are you doing…Miss…Fairy…Tooth Fairy?” I asked.
    “Denise. Call me Denise.” A tiny voice with a thick Jersey accent replied.
    “Toothy Fairy is something you humans made up, and I’m not crazy about it.” “Now let me go! I have eight thousand more teeth to collect tonight!” She demanded.
    “Not until you explain why you’re stealing from me!” I responded. “Are you in trouble? Are you on drugs?”
    “You think I need drugs? I can fly, for Pete’s sake. Drugs. Please.” She snapped. After a long pause, she sighed. “Listen. You wanna know why I’m stealing? I’ll tell you why. Being the Tooth Fairy isn’t what it used to be. Times are tough. Mind if I smoke?” She pulled out a cigarette no bigger than an eyelash.”
    “I guess not…” The Toothy Fairy smoked. Who knew?

    “Back in the day, I collected teeth and sold them to Giants for fifty cents. They needed the teeth to grind into flour for their bread. I gave the kids twenty five cents, and kept the rest to cover operating expenses.”
    “Giants?” I asked in disbelief.
    “Yeah, Giants. They exist. Thousands of them. The problem is they’ve all reduced their carb intake and don’t eat much bread anymore. Atkins is killing me. Turns out they don’t like being Giants. Go figure.” She continued. “This presents two problems. First, I can’t sell as many teeth to them, so revenue is way down. And second, I need to dispose of excess teeth, and it ain’t free! Extracted teeth are considered a biohazard and it costs $2.00 per tooth between disposal fees, permits, kick backs and such.“

    She took a drag from her tiny cigarette and continued. “Then there’s the liability insurance. My premiums are through the roof, especially after the lawsuit. I accidently dumped a sack of teeth on an architectural boat tour in Chicago last year. Fourteen angry tourists covered in molars. Costing me thousands.”

    “I know this is shocking. But you need to understand-I do this for the kids. I could quit, and work for that prima donna Tinkerbell. But the joy of an young child’s eyes lighting up over a few quarters. The pure innocence. The sincere gratitude. It keeps me going. It’s worth a little larceny in my humble opinion. But do what you must”

    I held my head in shame. How could I rat out the Tooth Fairy? “Take the money, Tooth…Denise. Please. Your secret is safe with me.”

    I freed her from the netting. She fluttered to my cheek and gave me a tiny kiss. That was the last time I saw her. But with each lost tooth, I leave extra money in my wallet and a note thanking her.

  25. lunamaria413

    The bedroom was quiet, the moonlight pouring in through the window. Molly slept soundly on the blow up mattress her parents drug down from the attic. It had only been since earlier that day that her bed got broken, but she already hated that smelly old blow up mattress. Stupid lumpy, bumpy mattress she thought. Mom and dad promised her a new bed by next week, but Ben needed braces-expensive braces-so who knew how long it would be before Molly would get her new bed? “My stupid brother gets to jump on MY bed and bust it in half, and I’m the one that has to suffer”, she grumbled into her covers. Molly squeezed her fingers into her palms and yanked the blankets up over her face, banging her mouth accidentally in the process. “Youch!”, she yelped. She had forgotten that during lunch that day she bit into her apple and a tooth came loose. She reached in and wiggled it, the taste of blood coppery on her tongue. One, two,-yank! Molly was so excited that she didn’t even feel the pain oozing from the hole where her tooth had been. She quickly cleaned it in the bathroom sink and gently slid it under her pillow. I bet I’ll get five, no, ten dollars! Maybe enough to by my own bed!, she thought. She looked in the mirror, grinning proudly, when she saw a flicker of light from the window behind her. Molly slowly crept into the stream of moonlight that fell onto her floor. She bent down, dipping her fingers into a shiny substance that peppered the hard wood. Crash! Molly whipped around startled by the mysterious noise. “Buster? Is that you boy? You’re supposed to be outside! I told mom to get a stronger collar! Buster!” Molly slowly opened the sliding door, instantly wishing she hadn’t. A fluttering, shining thing flew out at her, brushing her cheek as it went. It banged against the walls, leaving glittery dents behind, and finally crashing onto the blow up mattress. An eerie pulsing glow came from under the blankets. Molly stepped towards it but pulled back as it moved. She grabbed the hockey stick Uncle Bud got for her birthday and poked at the glowing thing. It stopped moving. Molly lifted the blanket with the stick and was confused by what she saw. A small, fragile creature, wearing what looked like a dress that had gone through the wash with a mace, was peering up at her. It looked so timid and helpless. “Poor thing,” she whispered. She pulled the blankets back carefully, and saw that the creature was holding a tiny bag. It had spilled open onto the mattress revealing its contents. Molly pulled the blanket back all the way and saw her mother’s pearl earrings lying there, and her father’s gold watch. She gently lifted the bag from the creature’s hand, and dumped out the rest. The silver kettle from the kitchen, her trophy from the swim meet, and the set of gold candlesticks clanked onto the floor. Molly held the bag, staring at the creature in awe. “What are you?” she said. She scooted the valuables across the floor with her foot, making room for her to get closer. Just then she felt something else in the bag. She turned it over once more, catching the objects in her hand. It was a full set of teeth. It can’t be, she gasped. The creature stirred, sitting up and trying to move it’s wings. A cloud of glitter suddenly filled the air, and a flash of light lit up the room. There was something like a sonic boom that knocked Molly to her backside, and as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Molly grabbed the door knob to steady herself, looking for the tiny creature, but it had vanished. She walked towards the window and stepped on something hard. It was her tooth.

    Molly checked under her pillow when she woke the next morning. No money, no tooth, just a shiny substance and a not that read “Sucker!”.

    1. annefreemanimages

      Wow! Didn’t expect that ending! I like the sonic boom idea. One thought that came to me – the beginning of the story – the setup about the blow-up bed, the braces, etc. – didn’t play at all into the second part of the story, the interaction with the fairy. Maybe there is some way to tie the two together, or leave out the beginning and spend more time on their interactions? I like how you portrayed the actions of the tooth fairy, and would have like them to maybe converse a little? Then you could have set up the “Sucker” note better – that the fairy convinced the girl to save her or something like that. I would have enjoyed a conversation between these two characters. just a thought.

  26. Bensusan

    I sat for hours
    I shuffled my feet
    I bounced the pen on the table

    I pulled up my sleeves
    I chewed a nail
    I just seemed completely unable

    To find that slant
    To find that view
    Which would keep me in my chair

    Writing with ease
    And filling a page
    With beauty, grace, and flair

    I needed a topic
    I needed a story
    I needed a place to start

    For surely once
    I found a beginning
    I could pick apart

    The flood of ideas
    The bounty of thought
    Which would help me on my way

    To creating a work
    Like none ever seen
    The most respected of the day

    A tiny spark
    A wee little flicker
    Just something to get me going

    I’m sure that I
    With a good decent try
    Would find the ideas flowing

    But here I still sit –

    Oh. Sorry. Hang on a sec.

    “Hey there, Tooth Fairy. What’s up?”


    “He’s at a friends house. Can you come back later?”


    “Great. Thanks.”

    Sorry about that. Where was I …

    But here I still sit
    Searching and waiting
    For something to arrive

    Idea, event
    Person or place
    Into which I can dive

    And pour out my heart
    And bare my soul
    And unite with all humankind

    But until that day comes
    I will sit in my chair

    And wait

  27. bmadsen

    Mellow were her breaths, her nerves had subsided and the rush of adrenaline had begun to slow down; the beating of her heart was now only a soft drum waltzing to the beat of her lungs. She smiled once, her frown returned for just seconds after a hesitant step was heard but she smiled again after silence returned –it was all over.

    Quietly, she looked at her trembling hands, she had done something wrong and she loved it. It was all about innocence, why take it away? Why turn this into criminal? She paced slowly up and down the hall, knowing that she had little time before anyone realized. Let’s run away, she thought, let’s hide forever, she spoke to the jewels in her hand: the prize after this weary chase.

    No, she whispered to herself thoughts of restraint. She had to stand proud of what she had, of what she had become. How many days had passed? When had this hunt started? Not long ago, she remembered. The tooth placed underneath the pillow; with a delicate hand a bill would be slipped in exchange, with such an ease, no one would detect it. That did happen, not only that. Still, twenty dollars is just enough to put a smile on innocence, or so it seemed.

    Then what? The toaster: enticing. The laptop on the desk was certainly worth a couple of hundreds. The jewels left behind on the kitchen counter after a weary day, they were ideal. How couldn’t she have noticed before?

    She rested on the chair. Innocence vanished. Happiness disappeared with a blunt, deafening explosion. But a proud smile was on face, grinning, shining against the piercing rays of moonlight. Her husband almost stumbled as he rushed down the stairs and turned on the light. Her heart should’ve stopped, her breaths should’ve quickened; at the very least, she should’ve pleaded for innocence but nothing, not a single faint expression except success.

    “Honey! What the…? What the hell happened?” His voice cracked as he saw the shotgun resting on her hand. His misty, confused eyes locked upon her gaze, one confident, satisfied gaze. He mumbled past the point of comprehension.

    “I finally caught the little bitch,” she exhaled and snorted humorously, ran her hands up her sweaty face and across her piercing red hair stuck on her forehead, “using my son’s growth to steal from us?”

    She tapped the tiny blue dress with the shotgun’s muzzle then lifted the wings on her back ever so gently. The sirens coming from afar broke the ghastly silence around them.


    1. tangerine

      Interesting, good description and dialogue. Only one thing I didn’t get: the wings that she lifted on her back-is “she” lifting the remains of the tooth fairy, or are the wings her own? (the wife’s) some of it was a little cloudy for me.

      1. bmadsen

        Thanks, Tangerine. In fact, I was talking about the fairy’s dress. If I’d had it back, I’d edit out a few parts, it was written in haste and under the betraying effects of boredom at work, so didn’t have a chance to re-read it. 😛

  28. Bensusan

    A sleepless night and I think of the woodpile. Gray … yellow from this fall. It’s all ragged from the uneven lengths., and I guess I don’t care. Fits in the stove. Some folks must think that wood all cut and stacked just right burns warmer, but makes no difference to me. Probably makes no difference to that chipmunk either, and if it does, he’s more than welcome to make his home somewhere else and I won’t miss him. He’s a rat without the rough and tumble, a mouse without the cute. Just a hyper little jumping bean lucky to travel more than a foot in a straight line. God must have had some flesh left over and didn’t know what to do with it. Made on a Monday, maybe. But who wasn’t … With all this feeding of the big Black Dog, I’m not no prime cut neither.

    Probably have got two years worth out there. I was planning on sawing up some of those trees to work on the porch, but it’s still holding me now and I suppose I’d rather be warm inside than sitting out there. Give the chipmunk something to laugh about if I cracked on through. With any luck, I’ll land on him as he’s passing underneath and squish him flat. Made on a Monday, squished on a Wednesday. Welcome to the world, you overgrown spastic peanut. Good to know you.

    Move, dog. Bed’s big enough for both of us. Be even more room if you’d sleep lengthways. As far as I know, there is no universal God-mandated doggie rule that requires you to sleep across the bed instead of head to foot like the rest of us. I’ve got some words for the mutt who made that fashionable. I’m sure the whole pack mentality approach came in handy at some point, but this bed isn’t exactly the frozen wasteland. A little independent thinking on your part would be nice. If you don’t mind. Damn parasite.

    I try not to take more than my share, and do what’s right along the way. Making room for you has become just a waste of my damn time. Gave a little, you took some more. A bit of wayward thinking and you take root and run for the hills. Pacify the ogre … doesn’t work that way, does it …

    But I know you now. Strike in the dark. I can’t see you. I can’t hear you. But I do know you. I know you. Fed on my family, feeding on me. Take and take, grabbing and yanking, snarling and hissing …

    Bring a tunnel this time, you black-hearted crow?! Ripe for the picking, am I? Get! Get!

    I am not ready.

  29. markfaith

    The light from the TV cast a white and blue glow in my living room as I surfed the channels. I landed on FOX 5. One of my favorite shows, Americas Most Wanted was on so I settled in. John Walsh’ familiar voice was narrating a story about a wanted man known as the “Tooth Fairy” who was robbing houses while the occupants slept. He entered the domiciles dressed up in tights, glittery shoes and tiara and brandishing a sparkly wand. He searched for anything worth taking from prescription drugs, to cash and jewelry He’d leave a note under a child’s pillow, abscond with his booty and quietly disappear undetected into the night. There was a sizable reward to any one who could provide information that led to an arrest.
    “That’s crazy!” I muttered. I patrolled the house, checking all the doors and windows before and setting the alarm system. There was no way any robbing fairy was breaking into our house. Not on my watch!
    I checked in on my five-year old daughter, Alyssa, who was sleeping peacefully in bed, nestled with her stuffed toy dog. Thirty minutes later I was in bed asleep.
    Around two a.m. I woke to the sound of footsteps not far from my bedroom door. I quietly woke my wife and whispered that someone was in the house. Somehow, they had disarmed the alarm. Smart, they knew what they were doing!
    I called the police and grabbed a baseball bat that I kept in the bedroom closet and crept out into the darkness. My heart raced and my throat went dry. I heard a rustling sound directly ahead of me. I slowly reached for the light switch and flipped it on.
    Standing close enough to touch was the ugliest tooth fairy you could imagine. His physical features, as best as I remember them, came to light as he stepped forward and extended his hand. Unladylike, yet somewhat virginal, the fairy projected a lumpish appearance. He had a bad case of five o’clock facial stubble on a manly square jaw. He was stoop-shouldered and beer-bellied atop stubby legs. He had a deliberative, candid manner as he shook my hand.
    “My name is Knox, Hardy Knox. My friends call me Hard. You are probably wondering why I’m standing in your living room at this odd hour. Well to tell you the truth the thought occurred to me that you could use some financial house cleaning.” he said in a spirited fashion.
    “You have too much useless stuff and I’m here to free you up from it. Sort of a goodwill mission.”
    “Goodwill?” I said. Yea, goodwill for who!
    “Yes, take from the rich and give to the poor. That’s my mission!”
    I saw he was slowly reaching for something behind him. Probably a knife or a gun. I raised the bat and down it came “CLUNK” on his head. He collapsed like a drunk onto the couch. In his hand was a glittery wand with a razor sharp tip. I thanked God that he hadn’t harmed me.
    The police arrived just minutes later and took Mr. Knox to the hospital and then to jail. He was eventually convicted and received a twenty year sentence. I gave the reward money to a local homeless shelter. Every time I drive by it I’m reminded of those people who suffer in life going through the school of Hard Knocks.

  30. Icabu

    Like a thief in the night, I tiptoed into my son’s bedroom. As he slept, I imagined hearing a slight whistle as he exhaled softly through the gap where a baby tooth no longer wiggled. He appeared bigger now, even in his Superman PJs .

    My throat constricted as I remembered him standing soldierly in front of the open closet door, a string tied to his dangly loose tooth and the doorknob.

    “Close your eyes and I’ll count to three,” my husband had instructed.

    On ‘one’ he shoved the door closed and my baby’s tooth sailed out, tethered to the doorknob. Banished to the kitchen under the strict ‘cross-your-heart’ promise not to interfere in this manly rite of passage, I cringed more than the participants did.

    As the Tooth Fairy, I eased my hand under my son’s pillow, fishing for the wad of tissue. Extracting carefully, I held it to my breast. Tears stung my eyes, the mother inside gushing out. Blindly, I shoved the dollar bill clutched in my other hand under the pillow.

    I rushed out of the bedroom and my dear husband’s arms wrapped around me in the hallway. I cried into his chest. The Tooth Fairy had stolen my baby boy. In his place, I had a young man. Like all the other firsts – words, steps, day of school – I willingly participated, a coconspirator even. I was powerless to stop the march to manhood.

    The strong arms tightened around me and I appreciated it. I didn’t think he understood, though. This ache was a mother’s loss – a loss of innocence. Resting against his shoulder, I looked up and saw my strong-jawed husband’s misty eyes as he looked into our son’s room.

    Maybe he did understand after all.

  31. darkwinter09

    “Do you think the Tooth Fairy will really come, Daddy?” asked Candace.
    “She certainly will,” I said. “Now go to sleep or she will never leave five dollars under your pillow.”
    I leave the room and shut the lights leaving my daughter Candace to rest peacefully in the dark after a very interesting and unexpected day at school. She has lost her first tooth at the age of six. The rest of the house has descended into darkness and complete silence. I am about to retire to sleep myself when I hear something small crash in the kitchen.
    I enter the dark kitchen knowing that Candance cannot possibly be wandering out here at this time. I look around but cannot see where this fluttering noise is coming from. Probably another bug, like the dragonfly that got in the house last summer and nearly scared Candance to death.
    I turn on the kitchen light and to my complete surprise and amusement, I see a small creature prowling around one of the cabinets which immediately turns around in surprise as we make eye contact. The creature is a very small lady, approximately one foot in height wearing a small green suitable sized cloak. She has two sets of veined wings, much like those of a pixie.
    The Tooth Fairy.
    “Where is my wand?” asked the Tooth Fairy.
    I immediately turn around and sprint for my basement door. I can hear the flutter of the fairy wings chasing from behind. I nearly jump down the basement steps and push open the brick wall at the bottom. As I push the door shut from behind, the Tooth Fairy flies at top speed directly towards the door which I shut right into her before she can get through.
    I hit the light switch as my entire secret den lights up. Upon the table in the middle of the den is the wand of the Tooth Fairy which I have been examining for many years. The Tooth Fairy has finally traced it to this location.
    I raise the wand in my hand observing its unique designs of the fairy’s culture. You see, the Tooth Fairies are really called the K’Sai, a species from the Forest of Vanity. Their power is a variant of alchemy. They have served their masters by converting inanimate objects into gold or any currency. In this world, the only inanimate object the K’Sai find of interest are the lost teeth of young children.
    Now that the wand is mine, I have the power of the K’Sai. Lost teeth shall be money, large boulders shall be my tanks, birds shall be my fighter jets, curtains shall be my flags flown at every street corner, and the world shall be one under my name.
    All from the power of this wand.

    1. annefreemanimages

      A very interesting tale. Because the story is so short, having to leave the first person narrative and move into providing information about the power of the wand and where fairies come from felt a little awkward. It left me wanting to learn more about the legend, and why he wanted this power of the wand. I sense that you have a much bigger story here. That’s the challenge of 500 words: you have to pick one small segment of the story and stick with it.

      1. jhennigan

        I’m with Anne. You have the bones of a great tale here, and 500 words isn’t enough. I love “large boulders shall be my tanks, birds shall be my fighter jets.” But I didn’t understand why the main character knew he already had the wand but didn’t seem interested in it until its original owner came to claim it. Nicely done, and thanks for posting.

  32. jmiff328

    The house stood away from the street and was sitting on about an acre of flat land with few trees. It was a quaint A frame with dark brick and white siding. The house was picked because no one could get in or out without Max seeing. Max was positioned across the street at the neighbors house. He was staring out at the scenery from an upstairs bedroom window. He needed to take a leak but knew that she would show up soon. She was small and quick and if you blinked, you could miss her. They had motion sensitive traps inside the house across the street and the owners had been removed and stuck in the Marriott for the night.

    They were terrified when a black SUV pulled in front of their home and started making demands. When Max showed up he calmly talked the owners down and gave them the money for the hotel. The boy had been the hardest to convince. He was not yet six years old and stubborn as hell. He had lost a tooth that day and wanted to see the Tooth Fairy. Max talked the boy down just as he had with the parents. He paid the boy for the tooth, and everyone got to work.

    Max’s phone vibrated once to let him know it was midnight. A miniature glow was spotted by the snipers on the roof, coming from the eastern sky. Max also saw it and knew she had arrived. It moved quickly but not in a straight line. It looked like a fly with a sparkler attached to its butt. The drunk flier made it to the chimney and disappeared.

    “Move Move Move!” Max yelled.

    They made it to the house in time to see the Tooth Fairy trying feverishly to break away from the trap they had set. She was swinging upside down from a cord attached to the ceiling. When she noticed Max enter the room she became frantic. “

    “Let me go Max, I’ll destroy you when I get down from here.”

    Max calmly walked over to the swinging fairy. “Listen Tooth, we got to take you in. You been stealing more than just teeth.”

    The fairy replied “It’s not my fault Max, you gotta believe me. It’s Tinker Bell’s fault. She got me hooked on that stupid Pixy Dust.”

    Max shook his head and motioned for the officers to put her in the van. Max began to walk away knowing this wasn’t the last time he would hear from a fairy hooked on the dust.

    1. tangerine

      This was well paced, descriptive, and interesting-the last line was perfect! Only one suggestion: maybe a few more detail/comparison phrases to really fill out this description? Good job!

  33. bobp

    My five year old doctor was excited; she just lost her first tooth. It was loose for a week. She kept wiggling it, until if finally came out. What a scream. “My tooth came out. My tooth came out. I’ll look ugly for the rest of my life.”
    “Oh darling you will not look ugly, a new better tooth will grow in to replace it.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Can I stick the old one back in so I’ll be pretty until the new one grows in?”
    “No that would be yucky”
    “Then what am I going to do with it?”
    “Put it under you pillow, of course.”
    “Under my pillow?”
    “Yes, under your pillow, then the Tooth Fairy will come and replace it with some money.”
    “Oh goody, I like money. How much will he give me?”
    “When I was a little girl, it was a dime, now I’m not sure but I think it might be a dollar or more. Now put the tooth under your pillow and go to sleep. OK?”

    “I thought she’d never fall asleep. Better get a buck from my purse, for her tooth.”
    “Who are you? What are you doing in my purse? Help thief, get out of here before I call the police.”
    “Take it easy lady, I’m the Tooth Fairy.”
    “Right, and I’m the Easter Bunny. Now get out of here.”
    “Seriously, I’m the Tooth Fairy.”
    “If you’re the Tooth Fairy, what are you doing in my purse?”
    “Collecting money, where do you thing I get all that cash that I put under the kids pillows? It doesn’t grow on trees you know.”
    “So you steal it? That doesn’t sound right to me. Isn’t there a fairy bank or something where you get money for the kids teeth, and by the way what do you do with all those teeth anyway.”
    “Nope, I got to get the funds myself, now let me get to work. Here’s your purse. Where does you daughter sleep. I need those teeth to keep the pearly gates fresh.”

    “What dope, I got off with her purse, and all I had to do was leave a dime under her little girls pillow.”

  34. Leond

    Author’s Note: I took some pretty serious liberties with the exact wording of the prompt, but it still basically fits, so I hope it’s okay.

    I breathed heavily. Then I quickly turned the flashlight on my Mickey Mouse watch. It was 11:59. The tooth fairy was coming soon. She had to come soon, because there was a tooth under my pillow. But she wasn’t going to get me. Unlike George, I was prepared to fight back.
    And then, I heard footsteps. At least, I thought they were footsteps. They seemed so soft that I could barely imagine any weight was on them. And then, out of the corners of my eyes, which I kept as closed as possible, I saw a thin hand approach my pillow and the tooth underneath. It was time.
    I had been practicing this ever since I first realized my tooth was loose. All in one motion, I clamped down on the hand, shot up, and shone the flashlight in her eyes. Underneath the flashlight gleamed the blade of the knife I had duct-taped to it. The perfect weapon, I had thought.
    “Got you!” I cried.
    And then, I saw the tooth fairy. She wasn’t what I was expecting. I had half been expecting some kind of monster. Instead, I was looking at a woman. But it wasn’t just any woman. At the time I didn’t know it, but I’ve since come across the word “ethereal”, which I think describes her pretty well. What I remember thinking was that, even though I wasn’t one of those weird kids who liked girls, there was something nice about this one.
    Still, I kept my resolve, and held on to her hand.
    She looked at me and smiled, making no effort to pull out. “So you have, my little one. What do you want with me?”
    “I want you to go,” I said, trying to sound menacing, which is not easy when your voice hasn’t dropped yet. “Leave me alone, and leave other kids alone too.”
    She continued smiling. “But why? I only wanted to make an exchange.”
    “No you don’t!” I replied. “You want my life!”
    “Your life? Why would I ever want that?”
    “You took George’s!”
    Two weeks ago, I had an older brother, George. He was always a little sickly, and I’ve since learned that it was a respiratory illness. But I didn’t know it then, because my parents didn’t want to talk about it. One day, George’s tooth had fallen out. He put it under his pillow and told me that the tooth fairy would come in the night to take it and he’d have a quarter when he woke up. But then, George didn’t wake up the next morning. Or ever. And yet, there was a quarter. As far as I was concerned then, it was proof that the Tooth Fairy had killed him. And so, when I found I had a loose tooth too, I prepared all of this, afraid that she would kill me too.
    “George’s life was taken,” the woman responded, the smile dropping. “But not by me. I never take. I only give.”
    Something in this woman made me believe her. But I didn’t understand her last sentence. “What do you mean? You take teeth.”
    She shook her head. “Not as you think. Do you want to know why I do what I do?” I nodded, and she continued. “I come here to help quell your fears.”
    “Tell me. Are you afraid of me?”
    I felt like I should say yes, but her whole being was so soothing I couldn’t. “No.”
    “But you, and other children, may well be afraid of losing teeth. What does losing your teeth mean? It means change. Something drops out, and there is blood. You are hurt. But when you lay it under your pillow, I come, and I turn it into something new. And similarly, your body will turn the empty space in your mouth into a better, stronger tooth. I am here to remind you that you need never be afraid of change and growth, even if with it you lose the old.”
    I suddenly started to feel uncontrollably tired. “But what about George?” I said, nearly yawning.
    She laughed. “Ah, my little one, someday you will come to understand that that too is merely change, and is not to be feared either.” I felt myself falling asleep against my will. “But I am not the one who will teach you that. Nor am I the one who taught George.”
    In the morning, I awoke to find a brand new quarter, just where my tooth had been.

  35. tangerine

    Friday nights at the Dolson house were Scrabble nights. “ Please, please, please lose that tooth, Sammy,“Bro-Brow whispered, itching with anticipation. Since being assigned to the Dolson family as their private tooth fairy, (they did have seven children, all under the age of ten) Bro-Brow especially looked forward to Scrabble nights. That was when she had first learned the word “Inkling”, when Meg Dolson placed her tiles on the board and scored twenty-four points.
    “Inkling.” The word rolled offBro-Brow’s tooth-fairy tongue the way gravy slides off a mountain of mashed potatoes. She tossed the word around the way other fairies tossed around their pixie dust. So now, standing before the Tooth Fairy Council, it was only appropriate that she should answer, with a wave of her delicate hand, “I haven’t an inkling what you’re talking about.”
    “Concourt, Alabama, Dolson family; that is your assignment, is it not, Bro-Brow?” Big “M” (Short for Molar), waited for an explanation, although none would explain the front page photos of the Dolson family in various poses of reckless and unabashed abandonment-the Dolson family secrets now plastered over the front page of the newspaper.
    There was the Mrs., slip-sliding across the hardwood floors as though she were a World Class figure skater. Her forty-five year old figure did give her away, not to mention the awkward attempt at a triple spin , and her daughter, Emma’s, tierra perched on her head .
    And who’d have thought that the man of the house, Mr. Dolson, highly renowned lawyer, had secret ambitions to be the next great Elvis?
    Finally, eight-year old Jacob, was photographed in a very unbecoming manner, with his finger shoved so high up his nose it looked as though it was permanently fixed. Ah… this was media fodder, and Big “M” hadn’t a clue how to remedy the situation. The Tooth Fairy Council had prided themselves in the secretive nature of their work. Not only were they experts on proper pillow lifting and tooth retrieval, they were also generous with their pay.Children as young as fiveyears old received four-dollars for one tooth. If it was an especially tramatic tooth-tugging event, they might even get five dollars, but only if the tooth was in top form.
    “Suggestions, anyone?” asked Big “M”.
    “I say we tie her up and throw her to the lions!” shouted an exuberant young recruit named Ponty.
    “Too risky,” muttered Big “M”.
    Bro-Brow was beginning to sweat. She clutched her small green satchel that held her collection of teeth and her camera.That camera was the cause of her troubles. Could it be….wasn’t there a one-time only removal option on this deluxe model? Bro-Brow pulled the camera out of the bag and handed it to Big “M”.
    “Here,” she said. “ The button on the left…push it. It’s a one-time fix, and I promise you, nothing of the sort will ever happen again. Tonight is Scrabble night. I plan on making it up to the Dolson’s, ” said Bro-Brow, pulling a twenty out of her green bag.

    1. jhennigan

      This is good, and could be great with a little polish. Obviously you were dealing with a 500 word limit, but I wasn’t clear on how the pictures found their way into the media. And is the media in the tooth fairy world only, or in the other world as well?

  36. patipaw

    That freaking fracking man stealing piece of enamel glitzy glamor useless piece of flying white trash.

    She comes back here, she’ll be needing those teeth alright.

    She stole my Joe. Didn’t think it possible. How the freaking fat firetruckin heck do you steal a Spirit Guide? Love to find the tiny fairy scissors she found for this job, cutting him out of my heart, my life. Didn’t think it could be done.

    I hate skinny shiny tiny fitches. All that glitter and giggling, like he can’t see through that crap??

    Joe…my Joe…met him in a Reiki session. He just popped in my mind, guiding me, showing me how to make the energy flow better, adding his. Tall Indian dude. I thanked him, asked him his name. He told me. At least fifteen syllables, all of them not to say while eating popcorn…I tried thanking him, saying his name. He laughed and said, “Just call me Joe.”

    We had a Toyota van. Joe would tell me, “You hear me say, “NOW” I want you to get on the floor. No questions.” Well, sheesh, how about you use your super duper powers, and we just not go there?

    Sure enough, one day, the Sheep and Wool Festival in Columbia, wasband is driving, I’m in the passenger seat, I hear “NOW”. I get down. Van turns over onto the roof, going seventy miles an hour.

    The policeman got choked up in the hospital, over and over, asking me “Did you have your seat belt on?” Sheesh, yeah, just been through all that, give me a ticket too, make the day complete.

    I don’t like to lie, but come on already! The nice man had tears in his eyes. He said, “I’m sorry, but if you had been in that seat, your head would be out the window and would have been crushed. You wouldn’t be here.”

    That’s Joe.

    He would visit me in my dreams, love me, tell me things that were happening. His laugh, you felt it in every molecule.

    Then the boys started losing their teeth. She would come. A little flitter of Light, checking in on the boys, she was fascinated with watching children grow. She never actually took the teeth or left quarters, but the ritual brought her in just to watch and kiss their heads with a tiny sparkle shower of Light.

    Joe laughed at her. “What’s with her?” “Beats me. I never thought I’d see the tooth fairy for real.” “Yeah, like that’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen.” “Well, there’s you for starts.” Oh, that laugh…like God dancing in your cells.

    Then I noticed he’d talk to her, fascinated, talk to me about the things she said. She liked oriental teeth. So?

    But then, both boys had lost molars…she came, she seemed different, flashier, her light had a lot of purple and bright pink. She whispered something to Joe and he just said, “Wow.” and he wouldn’t say anything to me.

    An hour later, I fell asleep. He came to me. Whispered, ‘Darling, I’ll be back. Might not be this life, but we’ll be back together soon. Take care.”

    I woke up, startled…”HUH???” And I saw her giggling, him following….and even in the fairy world you can’t trust the skinny ones. What the heck does she need with my guy with all those bicuspids in the world?

    I ask you…what??

    And now, I have to be a mom, get the mail, let the cat in, with leaking eyes and knees that won’t work.

    1. jhennigan

      The last line is great. I like the way you distribute little morsels of backstory. My only gripe: why would the cop have tears in his eyes?

      But yeah, overall it was great. Thanks for posting.

  37. Bensusan

    When I was a child, my parents always reminded me to leave my teeth under the pillow. “The Tooth Fairy will leave a quarter.” Smirk, smirk. The smirks were probably just the exchanges of knowing looks, the kind that loving parents give when collaboratively conspiring to mess with their kid’s fragile perceptions of reality, but still … My binky was my sole real world anchor in the tempestuous cauldron of childhood fears and anxieties, I had been blessed with quite an admirable dose of cynicism and paranoia, and here are my parents telling me of a creature that not only flies but has a functioning liver the size of a pea and can heft and carry a quarter. If she was really that clever, she’d save her back and start delivering dollar bills. And I could have used the money. For an imaginary being with relatively few marketable skills, you would think she would work a little harder to maintain her fan base.

    At least she’s cute. I’m using Tinker Bell as my reference. I assume they’re related.

    “Okay. A quarter … Wow. Love you.”

    Some years ago, I found the Tooth Fairy in the kitchen. So many questions! Could this be? Are you real? Being so teeny, do you get good gas mileage?

    “How are you?” I asked.

    “Peter, Peter!” she cried. “Clap your hands! Oh, wait. Wrong story.”

    Yup. I was right. Cute as a button and dumb as a brick. I congratulated myself on having been such a smart kid. Congratulations, self. You sure were a smart kid. Pretty good soccer player too. And that hair! You were adorable!

    Time to settle this. “Why are you here, Tooth Fairy?” I asked. “My son hasn’t lost a tooth, and there is no quarter. Come clean, you wicked Devil woman! … bug … thing.”

    It sure doesn’t take much to make a Tooth Fairy cry. You’d think that being on the road so much would toughen one up. I once drove all by myself to Key West just for the adventure of it, and by the time I got back my left forearm was bright red and tender. I dealt with it.

    “I don’t need teeth. I have enough teeth. Teeth here, teeth there, and so little variety! Doesn’t anybody ever lose a molar?”

    I tried to be understanding. “I usually scatter my spare molars around the kitchen. Did you check under the fridge?”

    “Oh, I’m not here for teeth. May I borrow your crock-pot?”

    “For a quarter.”

  38. Heather

    I had finally gotten Martin and Kim to sleep, which was becoming an increasingly challenging task given Martin’s recent ADHD diagnosis and Kim’s paralyzing fear of the dark. On top of that Kim had lost her first tooth and Martin had gone ahead and told her about the tooth fairy, a mythical creature she apparently could do without. I have to say I wasn’t shocked that the idea of a fairy offering money in exchange for cast off body parts didn’t amuse or delight her.
    It was about time for a nightcap. Sarah had been working late at the law firm and as usual being Mr. Mom had taken its toll on me. I had poured myself two fingers of scotch when I suddenly heard screams from upstairs.
    “Damn it,” I turned my back on my salvation and went upstairs.
    Kim was in the hallway dancing back and forth in her Sponge Bob footy pajamas.
    “Kim?” I asked gesturing towards the door. “What’s happening here?”
    “I heard a noise.”
    She rushed over to my leg, grabbed hold and sat down on my foot.
    I heaved her tiny body along with me as we limped into her bedroom, her grip got tighter and tighter with every step I took.
    “Can I get an idea of this noise?”
    “It sounded like a bug.”
    “What’s going on?” Martin walked in doing his big bad older brother routine.
    “A bug?” I responded to Kim. “Bed,” I pointed at the door for Martin.
    “A big bug. A flying bug.”
    “The tooth fairy!” Martin cried.
    “Bed,” I said again.
    Don’t get me wrong; I love my kids, but a man can tire of playtime. Sometimes he needs time with an adult, or better yet, time alone with a drink – preferably two fingers of scotch. Neat.
    Kim dismounted my foot and crept towards her bed. I followed along slowly and felt Martin peering in from the doorway behind me. Slowly with baited breath my tiny daughter lifted her pillow. Screaming immediately ensued.
    Shockingly enough her tiny tooth was missing in a bed of white sheets.
    I had never heard her voice reach such a pitch.
    “Is it?!” Martin looked at me in mock astonishment.
    Unlike Martin I knew the tooth had to be somewhere in Kim’s bed, I had learned early on that the trick with the tooth swap is to do it in the morning, right before your little angel wakes up.
    We looked for the misplaced tooth for a good thirty minutes before I convinced my youngest to wait for the light of day to launch a full-fledged investigation.
    Forty-five minutes and two chapters of Harry Potter later and I was making my way downstairs.
    I had to stop myself from screaming like my 6-year-old daughter. There was my tumbler sitting on our handcrafted bar… totally empty except for two quarters sitting at the bottom of the glass. I had been blindsided, there was no stopping that little lush.

    1. jhennigan

      Cute kids, nicely rendered. I especially like the little details like Martin being diagnosed with ADHD and telling his sister something that freaked her right out. Took me back to my own childhood. Well done.

    1. Leond

      Since you asked for it, I’ll throw this out there. Your meter is pretty irregular. It might make it easier to read aloud if you have more of a set form and syllable count. But the actual content is adorable.

  39. carey303

    Twas the night after tooth loss, it happened in gym class,
    I couldn’t believe it had come out at last.

    The tooth was under the pillow placed there with care,
    In hopes that the Tooth fairy soon would be there.

    My daughter was sleeping tucked into her bed,
    I was awake too much work in my head.

    I took a sleeping pill to bring on a dream,
    Then heard a strange noise, I started to scream.

    Under my bed much to my surprise
    Appeared a little lady with sparkling eyes.

    I jumped from my bed and yelled, Who’s that below?”
    She stared at me “Deary, you really don’t know.”

    I sprang up on my bed to see what I might find
    There was this small being that looked very kind.

    I jumped to the floor just like a flash,
    pulled on my robe and fastened the sash.

    The moon shone upon her and then I could see,
    A tiny fairy who didn’t reach to my knee.

    My eyes finally adjusted and then I knew for sure
    The tooth fairy had come sweet, honest and pure.

    She was dressed all in sparkles from her head to her feet,
    There was glitter and rhinestones and a pouch for the teeth.

    She looked so sad I asked her what was the wrong
    She said she was sick of the journey she was on.

    “This pouch of teeth is far from light,
    And what to do with all of them is becoming a plight.

    I thought I could do something else instead,
    Take something new and leave the teeth in the bed!”

    Her eyes-how they twinkled, her smile so cunning.
    I could not believe she was actually job-hunting.

    “Like what else can you do, I wondered out loud,
    A job is important and you need to be proud.”

    “I thought I could switch with somebody else,
    I could be a fairy godmother or an elf on the shelf.”

    I begged her to think of all the many little ones,
    who would look for their coins in the bright morning sun.

    There was a tear in her eye and in a soft little voice,
    she agreed that she did not have much choice.

    “I will think again about my decision,
    and until then I will do my job with precision.
    She flew out of my room in quite a rush.
    And said “Don’t forget, deary, always floss and brush.”


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