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

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

Theres A Monster Under My Bed Theres a monster under my bed, you know the one boys and girls. The one with really big eyes, big straight teeth smells like antiseptic and wears a white coat. Thats the one I'm talking about,the DENTIST!!! I'm not scared of the dark, or of heights, or of too many things, (ok, maybe crickets and spiders get to me a little) but the DENTIST, I've got a real issue with. I mean after all how natural is it to put sharp instruments in ones mouth and not only that to put sharp instruments that plug into a wall socket into ones mouth? In addition to that there is saliva in ones mouth, isn't that like in liquid form and you want to put a sharp wall socket electrical instrument into my liquid? Excuse me, but how cool does that sound to you? Now let me further elaborate on this by saying before they put these sharp instruments of torture into your mouth, they insert a syringe filled with something thats going to help with the pain. What about the embarassment as you sit in the chair and you've got drool running down your face? Got anything to help with that Doc? Or for the 5 hours later in the day that I have to face the general public with a mouth so numb that I have to wear a face shield as not to spray everyone with my spittle when I speak. Charming. Back to the needle. They're sneaky at the DENTIST'S office too. Have you noticed? I mean check out the way they approach you with this huge syringe. Always from the side like you aren't going to notice this huge thing in your peripheral vision. And then they pry your mouth open to dimensions which it isn't accustomed to going. A good example of that is the x-rays. They force your mouth open and insert these sharp rectangular pieces of cardboard back into spaces you didn't no existed and then want you to clamp down on them and hold that pose. And they don't take just one, no they have to take 20 and for what, one tooth? And it hurts, those damn pieces of cardboard aren't comfortable in the least. You leave with gashes in your gum lines. So now I've got one hurting tooth and 20 lacerations and you want to put more sharp things in there? Wall socket sharp things? Then to add insult to injury you're trying to sneak up on me with a syringe the size of a clarinet? And you want to do what with it? Well, if you can get through the procedure to this point, then guess what they are going to do next? They are going to get a pair of vice grips and they are going to tear out that tooth. Yeah I'm talking they are going to rip it from its roots. Now what if its my arm thats hurting, you just going to twist it out of its socket too? I've got many pieces of anatomy and I'm not ok with even one of them being torn from its natural habitat. And what are the DENTIST'S famous words? "You're going to feel a little pressure." This is a line I'm sure they must practice over and over and over in that big dental academy from hell. Because you are now lulled into a false sense of security and you can only nod your head in a passive way, while in the back of your head somewhere someone is screaming "No, don't let him do it, this is the part, the part you hate the most.Run, run while you still can. Hit him if you have to." But no, you've been hypnotized into this Gumby like state, endured many tortures and you've given up the fight. You're thinking of green meadows with beautiful green trees bending gracefully in the wind, when suddenly the breeze becomes a gale force wind and that beautiful tree is torn out by its very roots. You look up with tears in your eyes and the DENTIST says "It's over, SPIT". And I want to add just one more thing, in the off chance that you're all good with this, guess whats he's going to do next? He's going to charge you for it. He's actually going to charge you money for putting you through tortures like you have never seen in the best of horror flicks. I am personally not ok with this and would rather endure having to watch re-runs of the Partridge Family for the entirety of my life. So next time you see a monster under your bed, all I can say is don't scream, keep your mouth shut. Written by Katherine January 29, 2009