I'm writing a novella! Kinda. I'm more so just throwing some words on the page, but I can't do that without attention. Also calling this flash fiction is a little misleading. Sure some days I might only write two paragraphs, but generally you can expect a little more than that. And yes, they will be (by and large) unedited.
Tune back every weekday in February to see how this tale turns out. It'll be dumb, I'm sure. Feel free to throw suggestions at me anytime to get mentioned at the end of each chapter (if I use your idea). Enjoy!
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Terrence's feet dangled below him as he grasped the bridge's bottom rail, unaware of the crackling fire that was slowly consuming the poor, unsuspecting teddy bear display. He tried to pull himself up but found the task to challenging without something to push off of. He looked to his right and saw the wall couldn't be more than fifteen feet away. Too nervous to fully sway his way over, Terrence scooted his hands across, unintentionally cleaning the rail. Dust fell into his face, which he tried to shake off, but before long he was wildly sneezing. His body shook wildly as he struggled to clinch the rail without covering his face.
"Juuuuummp!" a voice shouted from below. Terrence composed himself and saw two women on the floor below him.
"Daryl, he's gonna break his fucking neck if he does that. Besides, how is he gonna jump if his feet aren't even on the ground," her friend commented. "I know. Do a somersault!"
"What is he, the Boy Wonder?" Daryl joked.
"Nerd."
"Whatever, Hanna. We both wanna see him fall." Daryl picked up a flyer from the display wall and attempted to fling it at Terrence, but it unfolded three feet in front of her.
Hanna followed suit but with a magazine two rows down. "Like this." Her attempt was more successful, missing Terrence's foot by the distance he had managed to move since the two women noticed him.
Terrence wanted to assume they were from the TSA line, but he hated the thought of anyone - especially women - being taller than him. With attention divided, a section of particularly dusty rail gave him the slip and his right hand fell to his side. By now, Hanna and Daryl had found pens and increased their accuracy. He could fell small objects drumming the small of his back and butt, unsure of how much longer he could hold out.
Without warning, Penny's mini-cart exploded and shook the bridge and hurled Terrence off. His reaction time improving, he curled into a ball to prepare for impact when he noticed a blue feather fall in front of him. Next he felt something yank at his shirt collar, forcing him to unfurl as he choked.
As his mysterious but questionable savior carried him down the hall, he heard Daryl shout, "Shit. He's fuckin Birdman."
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Prompt contributor(s):
Nobody - I needed to figure out my own direction
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