On one of the NaNo forums, someone posted a link to oneword.com, a site that gives readers exactly one minute to write about the word that pops up at the top of the screen. OK, so I'm hijacking it for my own purposes and will post my text here instead. Here goes:
WORD: gentle
More than anything, he enjoyed her touch. There was something about how she approached him, and stroked his skin, so tender, so gentle. No words could convey the same emotion, the same depth of connection and commitment than a simple stroke of her fingertips. He loved her, and she loved him - that much was apparent from the tips of her fingers.
Hey, that was fun! Let's do another!
WORD: satellite
She couldn't remember what it was like before he came into her life. She had felt hopelessly adrift in a sea of despair. He was her rock, her anchor; he was her everything. In fact, her existence, which had been so lonely before, had found its meaning in being a part of his. He was earth, and she was his satellite, in constant elliptical orbit.
Nifty!
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