I got hinge, too.

Ah, it looks like "hinge" is the only word you get 'til you sign up. ):

The instructor beamed at Fiona, glared at me for a split second, then said "Okay, hinge on down, everyone."

All of us -- Fiona and I included -- obediently started to fold forward in an arc, keeping our necks absolutely in line with our spines. I'd reached the flat-back point and was staring glumly at the floor when the hinges squeaked followed by footsteps and a gust of cold air. I hoisted my neck up to look. In strode a tense rangy-looking man, weathered and bony, with pale eyes and almost no eyebrows. He scanned the room.

"Is my girlfriend here?" he said, as if we were supposed to know who she was. His voice sounded tight and metallic.

I made up "continge" on a backformation of "contingent" recently (though I'm sure I'm scarcely alone). As in: "My attendance will continge on transportation being available."

Yes, I'm a terrible person.

hinge

I kept refreshing the page. Over and over. Frantically searching, praying for a different word. But no. It was not to be. It made me unhinged!

I think you mean: come unhinged. Though, of course, that continges on what you meant to say.

I like the idea of this becoming a New MetaChat Tradition. A one-word subject title, and then folks freewrite for a minute going off that word.

The relationship was complex. The "bunnies" mostly knew each other only via the internet. Some were geographic neighbors, some were married to each other, some visited the sites only rarely. But together they giggled, cried, chatted and uttered little "oohs" over cute animal pictures. The hinges of their electronic doorway to each other's lives were a particular warm and welcoming website, and the talented moderators who ran it.

:)

I should mention Fiction Fights here.

My word: plans

I hadn't made plans, but that's okay. Plans always seem to fall apart. I headed into the woods with nothing: no flashlight, no map, no nothing. The light ahead drew me deeper and I started to forget about the problems behind me.

Beehive


In a B52, I bombed Germany with a bear as a co-pilot. We parachuted into Austria. We did what we had to do.

Ah, it looks like "hinge" is the only word you get 'til you sign up. ):

I got Scooter. Since that was the nickname of a guy who went down life's wrong road, I will skip the story.