Eternal Gardens of Living Teeth

[unseentangerine]

This is a response to Everyone know it's your Parents by MonsieurMoustache

Around his neck is a gruesome wreath; unfolding his robes spill tinkling teeth.
Black bog ground and a creeping newt, in necrotic gardens the teeth take root.
As the Ferryman floats between his banks, one by one the dead join their ranks.
A misty morning, clouds in the sky. Without warning Charon walks by.
Castings his shadow, swinging his scythe, he holds out his hand to gather his tithe.
A man too poor to pay his toll, will give all he has to save his soul.
Piercing, unseen eyes choose one row; he exacts his price in one smashing blow.

[MonsieurMoustache]

That was genuinely chilling! Thanks for responding to that challenge. I love this idea of a garden of teeth, although my question only grows more urgent - what does he do with the teeth now that he's got a crop of them? For another time, I'm sure, because the mystery is proving a very enjoyable source of drabbles.

Great work, Tangerine.

[Penman Bland]

Well, I was going to have a try. I think I'm better off having a lie-down instead.

...with knees drawn up under chin, whimpering just audibly.

[unseentangerine]

Well, I was going to have a try. I think I'm better off having a lie-down instead.

...with knees drawn up under chin, whimpering just audibly.

Don't do that! How can anyone become a better writer without keeping on writing!? What if, to make it easier, we all promise to take into consideration your Canadianship when we review your work? And maybe you should know too, if you don't already, I totally ripped off the Black Sabbath song. I think you should rip off whoever you need too to make a better story than mine.

[Horrorshow]

Really, really enjoyed this one, unseentangerine. Excellent stuff.

[Caustic Reverie]

I love the imagery in this one. Smashing drabble!