Rot: Part 1 - Origin of the Feces

By Aidan J. Reid

Ray Jones isn't like other tooth fairies.

He curses too much. Enjoys snorting fairy dust. And recently, he's been tearing teeth out of kids' mouths for profit.

He'll tell you it's because of The Rot.

Then again, he'll tell you anything to avoid walking the plank.

(Part 1 of the Rot Collection)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aidan J. Reid
• Release date: Feb 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370495955

Aidan J. Reid

AIDAN J. REID is a writer originally from Cloughmills, Northern Ireland.He has written four novels:PATHFINDERS - (sci-fi)The Tom Regan thrillers, SIGIL and YAGERAISING LAZARUS - (suspense)He has also written several short stories and is most proud of the ROT collection, which tells the story of a rogue tooth fairy who pulls teeth out of the mouths of kids for a tidy profit.You can find out more on aidanjreid.com, follow him @aidanjreid or get a bunch of free goodies by following his newsletter - http://eepurl.com/c7ffO9

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Part 1: Origin of the Feces

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Part 1: Origin of the Feces

by Aidan J. Reid

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Part 1: Origin of the Feces

Given the option again, I would have had my nuts crushed.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m obviously grateful that everything still jangled as I walked the plank. Staring down into the bubbling hot pit far below, I felt the boys nudge a reminder they were still attached before they scurried inside me for cover. Cowards.

Now I’m not great with heights at the best of times. Norm’ly I don’t like to admit that. But seein’ as how the fat lady is clearing her throat, I’m gonna tell a few home truths. Norm’ly I wouldn’t be sayin’ such things. ‘Specially in my line of work. Sign of weakness. Any clue and they’ll move you to another location. No hesitation whatsoever.

Bunk beds. Christ. Don’t get me started. Try getting up and down them when you see dawn breaking on the curtains. ‘Spose, looking back, I was lucky I didn’t get too many of those gigs. No sirree. Sixteen – no -