Slavyan Yorgakiev's Blog
September 25, 2017
From my short story "Sharp teeth"
SHARP TEETH
The hall is crowded. The annual Nobel Prizes are being presented. The Nobel Prize for Medicine is awarded to professor Keen from San Francisco Research Institute in California. He has made a revolutionary discovery in the field of Dentistry. Professor Keen has invented a serum, which being injected into the muscles restores all teeth. The special thing about that serum is that for each tooth a particular solution must be injected.
At the same time a patient escaped from San Francisco Psychiatric Clinic. The efforts of the police to find him have been in vain. The runaway is a miner, having suffered a bad accident after a huge landslide in a coalmine and because of this he got mentally diseased. His fellows died in front of his eyes. He himself has survived quite unexpectedly. During the landslide his front teeth have been beaten out.
The laboratory of professor Keen. A dark shadow crept towards the building and quickly squeezed through the open door, from which а policeman went out, disturbed by the dog’s barking. The shadow was that of a stout man who was walking stealthily. He took off the key from the board, unlocked the steel door and came into the laboratory, locking himself up from within. He grew quiet. A few minutes later the policeman came back; the dog barked once more and hushed up.
The man in the laboratory lighted a torch and directed his steps towards a glass-case in which several small bottles could be seen arranged side by side. The sign “New teeth” above them made this man shiver though he looked healthy. He took one of the bottles, drew up with a syringe from the serum and injected himself seven times. The effect was instantaneous. He felt that new teeth grew up at the empty space and when he touched them with his fingers they were as big and sharp as canine teeth. He had not noticed the sign on the bottle saying “Canine teeth”. The pleasure of having teeth again made him smile. Without losing time he turned towards the windows, opened one of them and jumped out.
The dog started barking. In a moment it ceased. The policeman went out quickly and anxiously called its name “Buck!” The dog did not answer. He saw it lying by the fence, got nearer came nearer lighting it up with the flashlight and noticed that the dog’s throat was gnawed through. It was quiet around. The policeman looked around anxiously and loaded his pistol. Suddenly the stout body of a man threw upon him, knocked him down on the ground and gnawed his throat.
* * * *
The next day early in the morning the telephone ring woke up inspector Brayan Kirk. He picked up the receiver, listened to the information and said, ‘I’m leaving right now!’
When he arrived at the Medical Institute, there he saw an ambulance and two police cars. At the scene of the accident he examined the victims:
‘Did you look over the laboratory, sergeant?’, angrily shouted the inspector.
‘Everything seems intact but a slightly closed window’, answered the sergeant. ‘We’ll get the results from the fingerprints’ test in few minutes.
‘Call professor Keen!Let him examine the laboratory!’, ordered inspector Kirk.
The inspector was carefully examining the footprints around the two corpses when they reported him that the prints from the window had been deleted. Half an hour later professor Keen came and after having a look around he found that two bottles of serum were missing. Inspector Kirk asked him how he spent the night and the professor answered he had been with his family. Inspector Kirk ordered his subordinates to question the professor’s assistants how they spent the night too. At the same moment the journalists were eagerly taking photos with their cameras. In one of the rooms of the Institute inspector Kirk was analyzing the facts when the doctor who had made the autopsy of the policeman and the dog came in.
‘I examined carefully the wounds of the victims’, said the doctor. ‘They are both like each other. As if some kind of animal with very sharp teeth has gnawed through their throats. The policeman has a bruise in the back of his head and the dog’s neck has been broken.
‘OK, thank you Phil’, said the inspector.
If you want more interesting stories look at my short book "" How I got into my wife's dream" on Amazon my novel "The Living Treasure"Novel "Skedesa Spartacus's sister"" and my poetry book "Poems in eternity""
The hall is crowded. The annual Nobel Prizes are being presented. The Nobel Prize for Medicine is awarded to professor Keen from San Francisco Research Institute in California. He has made a revolutionary discovery in the field of Dentistry. Professor Keen has invented a serum, which being injected into the muscles restores all teeth. The special thing about that serum is that for each tooth a particular solution must be injected.
At the same time a patient escaped from San Francisco Psychiatric Clinic. The efforts of the police to find him have been in vain. The runaway is a miner, having suffered a bad accident after a huge landslide in a coalmine and because of this he got mentally diseased. His fellows died in front of his eyes. He himself has survived quite unexpectedly. During the landslide his front teeth have been beaten out.
The laboratory of professor Keen. A dark shadow crept towards the building and quickly squeezed through the open door, from which а policeman went out, disturbed by the dog’s barking. The shadow was that of a stout man who was walking stealthily. He took off the key from the board, unlocked the steel door and came into the laboratory, locking himself up from within. He grew quiet. A few minutes later the policeman came back; the dog barked once more and hushed up.
The man in the laboratory lighted a torch and directed his steps towards a glass-case in which several small bottles could be seen arranged side by side. The sign “New teeth” above them made this man shiver though he looked healthy. He took one of the bottles, drew up with a syringe from the serum and injected himself seven times. The effect was instantaneous. He felt that new teeth grew up at the empty space and when he touched them with his fingers they were as big and sharp as canine teeth. He had not noticed the sign on the bottle saying “Canine teeth”. The pleasure of having teeth again made him smile. Without losing time he turned towards the windows, opened one of them and jumped out.
The dog started barking. In a moment it ceased. The policeman went out quickly and anxiously called its name “Buck!” The dog did not answer. He saw it lying by the fence, got nearer came nearer lighting it up with the flashlight and noticed that the dog’s throat was gnawed through. It was quiet around. The policeman looked around anxiously and loaded his pistol. Suddenly the stout body of a man threw upon him, knocked him down on the ground and gnawed his throat.
* * * *
The next day early in the morning the telephone ring woke up inspector Brayan Kirk. He picked up the receiver, listened to the information and said, ‘I’m leaving right now!’
When he arrived at the Medical Institute, there he saw an ambulance and two police cars. At the scene of the accident he examined the victims:
‘Did you look over the laboratory, sergeant?’, angrily shouted the inspector.
‘Everything seems intact but a slightly closed window’, answered the sergeant. ‘We’ll get the results from the fingerprints’ test in few minutes.
‘Call professor Keen!Let him examine the laboratory!’, ordered inspector Kirk.
The inspector was carefully examining the footprints around the two corpses when they reported him that the prints from the window had been deleted. Half an hour later professor Keen came and after having a look around he found that two bottles of serum were missing. Inspector Kirk asked him how he spent the night and the professor answered he had been with his family. Inspector Kirk ordered his subordinates to question the professor’s assistants how they spent the night too. At the same moment the journalists were eagerly taking photos with their cameras. In one of the rooms of the Institute inspector Kirk was analyzing the facts when the doctor who had made the autopsy of the policeman and the dog came in.
‘I examined carefully the wounds of the victims’, said the doctor. ‘They are both like each other. As if some kind of animal with very sharp teeth has gnawed through their throats. The policeman has a bruise in the back of his head and the dog’s neck has been broken.
‘OK, thank you Phil’, said the inspector.
If you want more interesting stories look at my short book "" How I got into my wife's dream" on Amazon my novel "The Living Treasure"Novel "Skedesa Spartacus's sister"" and my poetry book "Poems in eternity""
February 25, 2014
POEMS IN ETERNITY
This is from my poetry book " Poems in Eternity"
I’M YOUR SPIRITUAL TWIN
I don’t love you
just because of your eyes,
gentler than the summer rays.
I don’t love you
just because of your hair
that fondles my dreams.
I don’t love you
just because of your body
a masterpiece of the divine hand!
I love you best
because of your heart
at the moment after sunrise
on that sunny beach.
When you kissed me
and whispered,
‘I’m your spiritual twin!’"
https://payhip.com/b/VswL
I’M YOUR SPIRITUAL TWIN
I don’t love you
just because of your eyes,
gentler than the summer rays.
I don’t love you
just because of your hair
that fondles my dreams.
I don’t love you
just because of your body
a masterpiece of the divine hand!
I love you best
because of your heart
at the moment after sunrise
on that sunny beach.
When you kissed me
and whispered,
‘I’m your spiritual twin!’"
https://payhip.com/b/VswL
