Here's where I'll put some short stories I've written. You can let me know what you think in my guestbook :-)
Once I went to the dentist.
At once I was lying back in a mechanized chair, but I navigated through the gaps of my head at the same time, my tired feet pricked endlessly by dewy grass. I was surrounded by hazy forestry that glowed a blueness brought on by the fog in my brain. My body felt cold and numbed with local anesthesia, and the air smelled damp. I could reach my hands up into it and bring them back down with a sheen of condensation. The trees grew thicker and more leafy as I walked on blush red soles; my hair was pulled taut from my scalp as I pushed through the dense thicket. Eventually, though, it thinned out, and I found that I was being followed by a massive dark creature. Two gleaming, jaundiced eyes watched me carefully toe my way through the underbrush.
"Are you here to hurt me?" I questioned it, my voice wavering.
"No." It never opened its mouth in the response, but merely gazed through me. It broke eye contact and padded forward, leading me to a small clearing.
We sat there together, conversing back and forth for what seemed to be hours. It's pitch fur was dappled with golden sunlight shining through the leaves; it's posture was relaxed, paws crossed neatly on front of it. Despite the disarming imagery before me, the air between the massive beast and I was tense.
"And if I were in danger?"
"I'd bite the hand that dares harm you," it rumbled knowingly. It's yawn showed off glittering teeth that caught brightly in the light. It's gums were speckled with brown spots. "I would tear the knife from his fingers, I'd lap the blood from his hands," it continued. It never raised its deep voice; Its calmness was unnerving.
"Would you ever hurt me?"
Its eyes slowly rolled towards me. It's head lowered, and it curled it's lips into something between a smile and a grimace as it answered:
"Would you ever hurt yourself?"
I woke up in the dentist's office with cotton in my mouth.