It’s day 3, today’s word is: Teeth.
Spittle dripped from it’s jaws. The salivating creature let out a growl from the bottom of it’s throat; stalactites of saliva trembled in response. It snapped it’s mouth several times, its teeth clapping. Curved canines, stained with plaque and the remnants of the creatures previous meal, created an ominous looking way to die. The thought of those incredibly rounded mounds in its gums piercing through my skin, made me gulp and shiver.
There was no where left to run, except forward, into the creatures jaws. They snapped again, the last time with nothing to grip on, until my arm replaced the dark gap between its jaws.