ffft.

v.  to shoot water.

<As the years had disappeared amidst the cocktails, pies and ffft-ing garden sprinkler systems of Fordham, Wisconsin, so had whatever smidgen of love it was that had drawn me and Chester together.  —Bruno Maddox, My Little Blue Dress.>

v.  vanished.

<The pain has gone, I’m telling you, disappeared ... ffft.  —Ruth Levitt, The Twins.>

ffft ffffft fffft.

n.  the sound of a crossbow shooting steel bolts.

<Ffft! Ffffft! Fffft!  Van Helsing shot the bolts one right after the other, but the grotesque white bats were too quick.  They split up and soared around the spire of the village church.  —Carla Jablonski, Van Helsing: The Junior Novel.>

ffft ffft ffft.

n.  a huffing, assured chuckle.

<As we know—ffft, ffft, ffft—things aren’t the same as when in civics class they had those big old “Products Maps.”  ... [E]ach state had a picture of the product it was happiest about making.  —Reno, “Reno Once Removed,” anthologized in Extreme Exposure: An Anthology of Solo Performance Texts from the Twentieth Century by Jo Bonney.>

n.  the sound of a shower of sparks as impurities rise to the surface of melting gold and burn off in the air, as in the novel White Darkness by Steven D. Salinger.

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