This week's terrible mind's flashfiction challenge was to use profanity in your story. I added profanity to a previous challenge story. This was one of my favorite flash fiction writings and I wondered what a liberal sprinkling of the word Fuck would do to it.
Meticulous tie fling Ranger from the now dry swamp who suffers from nosebleeds
+profanity
You wouldn't know it from my current location of standing on the sidewalk looking up at fucking skyscrapers, but I am from the dry swamp land. The swamp was long gone years before I existed, but a fossil of a sea creature I found in the desert fucking waste land is always in my pocket. My hand clasped the shape and touch the spiral curve moving my finger along its bumps. Wherever I fucking wander, this bit of my home is in my pocket.
A small creature at my left shoulder says, "Tie fling, you can't fucking stand here. Everyone can see that you’re a tie fling.”
"What the fuck, man. There are..."
"Fuck, must I explain. Your height! You’re a least a half a head taller than every fucking one around you? And, your stillness. No normal human is still, at least not in the city. Come this fucking way before there is danger." His nose twitched with every syllable. By his stature and twitching, I guessed he is a mole halfling who, I was once told, rarely come out in the day and prefer the city sewers.
"Fuck, no. I’m not going with you. If you are so fucking observant, you'd know I am a sky pirate ranger waiting to join my ship." I sniff at the beginnings of another fucking bloody nose. Whenever I am the least bit agitated, I get one and this creature is fucking agitating.
"Damn. A girl, a fucking girl ranger. Never heard of such a thing," he walked around me looking at every inch of my 6 foot 8 inch frame. I was taller than the human men around me and my meticulously tailored ranger uniform didn't fit the dress on the city streets. I was standing out while standing fucking too still.
"Girl, you’re catching the eye of everyone who passes. You know, in the city of Vusilla, creatures are not allowed on the streets between 8 in the morning and 8 at night."
"Then, fucking get away from me, creature, and go back into your fucking hole," I pulled out my hanky and placed it under my nose. In a pinched nasal tone, I continued. "You’re fucking attracting attention by circling me. Fuck off."
"Come, you must come with me." He stopped circling and looked at me pleadingly.
"No," I hissed wishing the ladder would drop and I would be rid of this creature. I tilted my head to let the blood drain down my throat instead of into my now soaked hanky. "Fuck, its 11, where's the fucking ladder."
The ladder appeared as the mole halfling yanked on my coat. I shoved him with the hand not pinching the bridge of my nose and with the same hand grabbed the ladder. The ship's bow was peaking through the cloud bank towards the top of the skyscrapers. I placed the one bloodless corner of my hanky in my mouth hoping that this placement would catch any blood before it hit my clean shirt and started to climb. The sky ship also rose taking me further from the ground, the mole, and the world of men.
“I command you! Don’t fucking leave," shouted the mole halfling. He jumped and grabbed the last rung of the ladder. I shook the ladder, and I hoped he would drop.
The blood would gush if I tilted my head down, so I kept my head up trying not to be covered with blood, again. The mole climbed below me as he puffed a breath with each rung he ascended. When I reached the bow of the ship, Rasnalph waited with a clean wad of cloth.
I grabbed the cloth as I swung on the ship.
“Fuck, Rasnalph.” I spit out the bloody hanky and put the fresh one to my nose. “There’s a fucking mole on the ladder. Where's the fucking captain?”
The mole halfling hoisted himself on my ship.
Before he answered, the captain greated the mole halfling.
"Glad you're aboard, Bissbort," said the captain shaking the mole halfling's hand. I stopped myself from asking the questions crossing my mind when Bissbort looked at me. He gave a barely perceptible shake of his head and implored me with his eyes not say a thing about what happened on the ground.
Yaldit was at his post watching the ground through the brass telescope, "The land of men is oblivious to what's really going on as usually. Well, at least in the city, they are. We almost tangled with men picking up Samige in the farmland."
"Good to have you back on board, Areanne. Who's the shorty?" asked Rasnalph.
The captain announced, "This new crew member is Bissbort and he will be directing our mission to and through the land of fog. His commands are my commands."
Fucking, no way, I thought
Bissbort hooked his thumb through his faded green vest, puffed out his chest, and announced, "The mission is of utmost importance and this crew was specifically chosen for this task. That is... except for Areanne." He pointed his stubby finger at me. "You will get back on the ladder and descend. We hover over the building of Rock and Cross for your immediate departure."
I stood staring at Bissbort not believing what I was hearing. Rasnalph, my friend of fucking 9 years, shoved me towards the ladder. Without a word, I climb back on the ladder, descended, and kept my head tilted back.
A group of six men in black suits surrounded me when I jumped to the ground. My mind blanked. I leveled my head and held the rag Rasnalph had handed to my nose. It soaked through with blood before I could pinch my nose in hopes of stopping the bleeding.
"This way," was the last sound in my ears before blackness took over my vision.
Fuck, I hit the ground.Flash Fiction for terrible minds flash-fiction-challenge-who-the-f***-is-my-dd-character
Meticulous tie fling Ranger from the now dry swamp who suffers from nosebleeds
You wouldn't know it from my current location of standing on the sidewalk looking up at skyscrapers, but I am from the dry swamp land. The swamp was long gone years before I existed, but a fossil of a sea creature I found in the desert waste lands is always in my pocket. My hand clasped the shape and touch the spiral curve moving my finger along its bumps. Wherever I wander, this bit of my home is in my pocket.
"You can't stand here. Everyone can see that you are a tie fling," says a small creature at my left shoulder.
"What do you mean? Because I'm not in a suit? There are..."
"Your height! Don't you see that you are a least a half a head taller than everyone around you? And, your stillness. No normal human is still, at least not in the city. Follow me before you attract danger." His nose twitched with every syllable. By his stature and twitching, I guessed he is a mole halfling who, I was once told, rarely come out in the day and prefer the city sewers.
"I won't go with you. If you are so observant, you'd know I am a sky pirate ranger waiting to join my ship." I sniff at the beginnings of another nosebleed. Whenever I am the least bit agitated, I get one and this creature is agitating.
"A girl, a girl ranger on a sky ship. Never heard of such a thing," he walked around me looking at every inch of my 6 foot 8 inch frame. I was taller than the human men around me and my meticulously tailored ranger uniform didn't fit the dress on the city streets. I was standing out while standing still.
"You are already catching the eye of everyone who passes. You know, in the city of Vusilla, creatures are not allowed on the streets between 8 and 7."
"If that is the case, what are you doing here, near me," I pulled out my hanky and placed it under my nose. In a pinched nasal tone, I continued. "You are attracting way more attention by circling me. Stop it."
"Come, you must come with me."
"No," I hissed wishing the ladder would drop and I would be rid of this creature. I tilted my head to let the blood drain down my throat instead of into my now soaked hanky. "Come on, its 11, where's the ladder."
The ladder appeared as the mole halfling yanked on my coat. I shoved him with the hand not pinching the bridge of my nose and with the same hand grabbed the ladder. The ship's bow was peaking through the cloud bank towards the top of the skyscrapers. I placed the one bloodless corner of my hanky in my mouth hoping that this placement would catch the blood before it hit my clean shirt and started to climb. The sky ship also rose taking me further from the ground and the mole, and the world of men.
"You can not leave," shouted the mole halfling. He jumped and grabbed the last rung of the ladder. The tug and jolt of the ladder told me he clasped a rung. Shaking the ladder, I hoped he would drop.
The blood would gush if I tilted my head down, so I kept my head up trying not to be covered with blood, again. The mole climbed below me as he puffed a breath with each rung he ascended. When I reached the bow of the ship, Rasnalph was waiting with a clean wad of cloth.
I grabbed the cloth as I swung on the ship. On board, I spit out the bloody hanky and put the fresh one to my nose. The mole halfling hoisted himself on my ship.
"Where's the captain?" I asked Rasnalph, but before he answered, the captain was greeting the mole halfling.
"Glad you're aboard, Bissbort," said the captain while shaking the mole halfling's hand. I stop myself from asking the questions crossing my mind when Bissbort looked at me. He gave a barely perceptible no shake of his head and implored me with his eyes not say a thing about what had happened on the ground.
Yaldit was at his post watching the ground through the brass telescope, "The land of men is oblivious to what's really going on as usually. Well, at least the men in the city are. We almost tangled with men picking up Samige in the farmland."
"Good to have you back on board, Areanne. Who's the shorty?" asked Rasnalph.
The captain announced, "This is new crew member is Bissbort and he will be directing our mission to and through the land of fog. His commands are my commands."
Bissbort hooked his thumb through his faded green vest, puffed out his chest, and announced, "The mission is of utmost importance and this crew was specifically chosen for this task. That is... except for Areanne." He pointed his stubby finger at me. "You will get back on the ladder and descend. We are hovering over the building of Rock and Cross for your immediate departure."
I stood staring at Bissbort not believing what I was hearing. Rasnalph, my friend of 9 years, shoved me towards the ladder. Without a word, I climb back on the ladder, descended, and kept my head tilted back.
A group of six men in black suits surrounded me when I jumped to the ground. My mind was blank. The rag Rasnalph had handed me was soak through with blood the moment I leveled my head and held it to my nose.
"This way," was the last sound in my ears before blackness over took my vision, and I slumped to the ground.
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