Tooth Fairy

By EDGARS AUZIŅŠ

I run into the study, rejoicing that I was able to beat this nonsense. But having seen the chair and a bunch of instruments around it, I understand that in vain I seem to have been in such a hurry to get into this torture … Sinisterly scratching ballpoint pen about a sheet of paper, threateningly playing on the sun guns of my forthcoming torments, and the clock on the wall with every tick read me the verdict… Again. And again. We have to run away from here! I turn to hide from the eye of my executioner's accomplice as soon as possible, but I am imprinted into something… wool. Slowly I raise my eyes and see before me that very joker who tried not to let me into the office before him. — She got caught — demonically shines with her black eyes, and a second later his chest laughter is heard, as in the real horror film…

• Language: English
• Publisher: EDGARS AUZINS
• Release date: Mar 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224578924

EDGARS AUZIŅŠ

Dzimis 1989. gada 22. decembrī. Absolvējis Rīgas Juridisko koledžu. Profesijā nav strādājis, bet apguvis programmēšanas prasmes un pašlaik ar to nodarbojas. Kopš 2022. gada ir personīgā uzņēmuma vadītājs, kas nodarbojas ar transporta pārvadājumiem, kā arī programmēšanu. Dzīvnieku, īpaši suņu, mīļotājs. Born 22 December 1989. Graduated from Riga College of Law. Has not worked in the profession, but has acquired programming skills and is currently working in it. Since 2022 he has been the CEO of his own company, which deals with transport transport as well as programming. Lover of animals, especially dogs.

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Table of Contents

Tooth Fairy | 1. Where to wash!?

2. 2. DELETE...

3. The Poisoning Doctor

4. That's all!

5. Cast Snow Maiden

6. Mamont County, Texas

7. Son of a Mummy's Girlfriend

8. One condition

9. Is that the one?

10. At a different angle

11. The Counselor

12. The continuation should be...

Tooth Fairy

1. Where to wash!?

Do you know what it's like to stand at the door of a torturer, while suffering from the torments that lie on her walls? Or maybe there's something even more terrible waiting for me? The unknown, remembered for probably exaggerated childhood memories, frightens up to colic in the abdomen. Although they don't beat the pain that seems to have been shooting at my head since last night.

Yes, I'm at the door of dentistry.

The last time I was here in elementary school, I didn't have any milk teeth, and the natives were already trying to show themselves to the world. As in a terrible nightmare, I remember terrible instruments in the hands of the attackers in white robes. And then, I remember exactly, there were several of them. A fat aunt with her nipples climbed into my mouth with some huge thorns. The second, younger, held my head and hands, with which I naturally tried to defend myself. But all would be nothing, but after all there was also a third — a thin aunt with a violin voice. This one, unlike the first two, set itself the goal of destroying me morally, walking around and saying, Such a grown-up and such an ogre! And how are you going to give birth?

I wasn't going to give birth when I was nine, and, thanks to that psychological support, I never returned to my current twenty-two, having found two phobias — dentistry and maternity.

And here I stand for fifteen minutes in the cold at the door of my first personal hell.

Why do I stand here so long, you ask. Yes, because since last night I have not closed my eyes, having tried all the folk recipes of pain relief besides the medication. Nothing helped much. Only for a while did he stop shooting at the brain, not forgetting to tear into parts of the gums. Tired of wandering aimlessly around the room, I gathered and fastened here half an hour before opening.

Then I will be the first, she calmed herself, dancing on the ice-covered sidewalk in front of the free clinic. — I will get the number and immediately to torture. Let's start faster, let's finish faster."

Well, how else to calm yourself?

In the glass hall someone's shadow flashed, and a couple of minutes later the doors opened from inside, appearing... oh no! The very aunt who threatened me with childbirth twelve years ago. Well, it can't be! Maybe just like that?

— Why are you standing here? Pass, once I have come, — the contrary violin voice dispels all doubts. — I'm not going to do it without bahils!

It is clear: in ten years the aunt went to raise - now she has been put to capture everyone who is going to halava to hap health. Why didn't I just go to the pay station? I would sit now... at home. And I was waiting for at least one of the private dental offices, which for some reason work in our city only from nine o'clock.

And I can't live till nine. Therefore, I enter the building on trembling, whether from cold or from fear, where my destiny will soon be decided.

2. 2. DELETE...

Surprisingly here isn't as scary as I imagined. A lot has changed here since my last visit. It is worth recognizing — for the best.

They just sleep vigilance, I answer to my own thoughts. — These peach walls and soft seats do not guarantee a pleasant stay in the rooms of this institution."

— Shpulko Yulia Sergeyevna — confirms my suspicions already from the morning tired voice of the employee of the registry. — When was the last visit? Do we have a card or are we going to make a card?

— I was at you in the third grade — confused mumbling in a small window big panoramic window.

— Schoolgirl? — raises a dissatisfied look at me from under the narrow computer glasses of the registrar and, failing to give an opportunity to answer, apparently, considering that she has already received the answer, having evaluated me with her contemptuous X-ray, continues: — passport of parents, children's numbers are issued today only from lunch...

— Wait, wait, I'm in a hurry to explain. — I have an adult number.

Irritatingly, having leaked the passport to the front page and having made sure the information received from me, the woman reluctantly gets out of the chair. At this point, I can hear whether the script or the sigh of relief that the chair releases, and I understand why the forms of the register below the line view in the window increase dramatically, which