I've often heard of swear words being refereed to as "four letter words." Often times things like "some people don't like four letter words" or "you shouldn't use four letter words" will be said. Now, anyone who has read basically anything I've wrote on here knows I have no predilections about swearing, but every time I hear this I think about how difficult it would be to communicate without four letter words. So I'm going to try and write a story for you all with no four letter words.
Four Letter Words
Clerance awoke startled by the blare of his clock and rolled out of bed. He walked to the table covered by payments due and overdue. He sighed deeply not pleased by his situation or how he meant to fix it. He strode towards the cabinet in the corner and opened it slowly. There on the third shelf sat his piece. He got it as a bit of security since he was fully aware of the things people did in his neighborhood. Ideally of course, he wouldn't be living where he was, but things sadly did not often end up in their ideal fashion, as had so often happened to Clerance. He reached forth and wrapped his fingers one by one around the weapon. He brought it up looking along the sights for a moment before slipping it in the waistband of his pants and pulling his shirt out to attempt to conceal it. He stepped out of his house, peered at his lifeless grass, turned and walked to his old car, climbed in, and pulled out before driving off.
It was a quick drive to his destination. He sighed deeply as he looked at the building he'd arrived at. He checked to ensure he still had the gun at the ready and got out of his car. He caught the handle as the person behind him released it and stepped inside glancing around for a moment. He paused for a moment questioning if he had the conviction for the thing he was about to do. He moved quick, drawing the weapon and firing twice in the air to scare everyone present. He grabbed a nearby woman and placed the barrel against her temple. "Do as I say, or she'll be killed!" The woman froze in horror unable to think. Everyone was paying attention to Clerance now. "Empty all the registers! Now! Put the money in a bag!" He aimed the gun at one of the clerks, the weakest looking of the bunch. "You! Do it! Everyone but him, be still!" He promptly returned the gun to be aimed at his unfortunate hostage. Clerance glanced around constantly. Every passing second caused him further concern. The clerk seemed to be trying to complete his mission but he fumbled the bag a couple times and spilled the money meaning he had to pause and recollect all the bills. As the bag dropped again, hitting noisily against the floor, Clerance shouted in anger and fired at the clerk. The bullet struck his shoulder and he hit the floor screaming. Clerance pushed the woman he'd grabbed earlier and snatched the bag taking a second to swipe some of the spilled money inside. He slipped the strap on one of his shoulders and bolted to the entrance.
He barreled through the double doors and found seven police officers weapons drawn and aimed right at him. One of the officers shouted at him and Clerance dropped his gun and the bag knowing he had failed. He slowly kneeled and brought his hand behind himself letting the cop there secure the cuffs on his wrists. He allowed himself to be shoved into the backseat of the car without giving any struggle.
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This was a particularly interesting thing to write and if you ever thing that four letter words are not important I'd challenge you to do something similar and realize how very often they are used. The answer, is a fucking lot.
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