This one is easy... Someone puts up a word, and you post the first time you use it in a manuscript. For this game, simple words are better - and it's a good one for posting more than just a sentence. Maybe a paragraph or two.
Let's start... How about "Drove" (or drive, driven, etc.)
From my untitled MS in progress:
Tweeners used shares. Rich fucks drove themselves. Poor folk thumbed it. If you had some pocket change, it was polite to hand it over, but otherwise it was all about each taking care of their own. Poor for poor. Was it dangerous? No more dangerous than driving share or picking one up. Strangers are strangers. No one knew that better than Chase, the motherless child.
Can't from my novel "Destiny"
Most people work something like an eight to five or fast food, retail, whatever normal job. Not me. I graduated high school ten years ago, didn’t want to do college, and chose to work on the farm with Dad.
Anyway, I was also working for a local mom and pop grocery store while learning how to run the farm. When that closed last year, I wanted something different, so when a company called Death Transportation Inc was hiring. I mean, people can legit look on Indeed to find jobs in this industry. When I first started it creeped me out but then I got comfortable with it. After all, the dead have to get places, too, and they can’t drive themselves.
From my novel about to be queried called "Destiny"
I face my boss; a year ago, his glare made me shrink with fear, now I return the stare as intensely as he gives it.
“I understand this is a big task but you are the best candidate.”
“My contract is over. O-V-E-R. Go find some other person to be your next in line.”
He pauses, the air around him heavy as early-spring humidity hangs around us. If anyone drove by right now, they’d probably haul me off to the looney bin for talking to myself.
From OUROBOROS (And I already made a slight edit before I even posted this, which is why these games are useful):
Lara flicked a switch and watched the needle on one of the dials wobble and then stabilize. “I figure we could use a few days,” she said, glancing out the windshield to ensure their trajectory and twisting the wheel to angle them a little more port. “I’m tired. We need to restock and refuel, sell off to Kivo, plan our next circuit. And it doesn’t do us much good to rush off if Ross can’t walk.”
“He’s fine.” Marei’s eyes still reached far beyond the stretch of the city.
“Won’t hurt him to rest. Unless you have any objections to that plan.”
Okay... let's try "can't" or "couldn't"
From my WIP:
From the shadow of another store emerged a young woman in the same age range and build like the redhead, only she was as dark as the ink from which she stepped. "The first rule of Mall Nights is—"
"You don't talk about Mall Nights," said Chase in a casual way.
A gasp erupted in surround sound, as kids of various ages peaked out at the stranger who knew their rules.
"What?!" asked Chase, "You guys don't watch movies?"
R2 smiled. "Most of them can't afford the data plan." His tone had softened. "Keep going Rule Book."
From my science fantasy, OUROBOROS:
A jittering drive through two neighborhoods—past brick houses and bakeries, banks and bodegas, over cobbles slick with snowmelt—found them before Kivo’s shop. Side by side, they approached, and when Lara pushed open the door, a bell tinkled overhead.
Here's mine from GREEN DEATH (again, b/c this is my current WIP)
The road wasn’t wide enough to drive around the massive machine.
Ren pulled off the dirt road and drove along the edge of the orchard nearly clipping some of the tall tropical trees laden with fruit. But then they were around the massive machine and had a clear road ahead of them. Ren slammed on the accelerator and the vehicle shot down the bumpy dirt road.
This is what I do with my hashtag game #Fri1st!
Again, my selection is from A STAR REBORN, Book 2 of the Seven Stars Saga (sequel to EREBUS DAWNING, 2020 Aethon Books)
Malcam pulled his brows together and ran a finger along his black ear-gauge. “Yoon. Fine.” He swiveled his attention to Nyx. “After a chat with.” He kicked the unconscious body of the Queensman. “This here. There’s only one Star on this ship. They don’t go by the name of Phoebe.” He nodded to Yoon. “I think you found the Star on that information drive. It never was information about the Queen that you had. Someone set you up or gave you the wrong info. Either way, we need to get out of here. Alarms are going off in the halls now.”