paradoxotaurable
May the force be with you. Tons of negative, violent things could be written for this word - murder, rape - but I prefer, for now, to focus on a spiritual force, a gentle, invisible pressure.
The yellow plastic hung suspended over black wire, and he stood in the middle of it, smack dab in the center of a smiley face, a grin within a grin.
Hair swirling and limbs made heavy by the force of water, they floundered. Each gesture was slowed, each movement exaggerated by the force required to move. Weariness grew with every thrash of the arms. There was no hope.