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the soft fabric of his tee shirt whispered across the skin of her bare back. she leaned back into his loving embrace, losing her senses in the sweet and intoxicating scent of his aftershave. he was the solace she yearned, the subtle warmth of the sun on one’s face after a wintry cold night.
By hina on 05.21.2008
The morning light dappled the fabric of the bed sheet, making subtle, shifting patterns of shadows and light. The sunlight warmed the two through the light cover of the sheet and gently pulled them to wakefulness. The warm scent of sex and clean sheets brought memories of passion to the twilight land between true sleep and the anticipation of thought.
The woman stretched, moving under the sheets, and the sun-warmed fabric created a sibilant sound as it slid against her skin. She arched her back into the man’s chest and stomach as he draped his arm around her to pull her closer. The sound stopped with their stillness. They drifted back to sleep as the shadows slowly chased the light across the sheet.
By Tony on 05.21.2008
the fabric, so smooth…him lying on it…it made no sense at the time. i couldn’t figure out these feelings. i felt dizzy and i felt euphoric at the same time. if only my mind could comprehend the hidden dangers that lurk. i surrender to this nothingness. so that i may be.
By badjelly on 05.21.2008
Soft covering plush furniture. draping around voluptuous curves and boyish figures. deep purples and reds velvets and silks: the apex of luxury embodied in this simple word.
By M on 05.21.2008
fabric, long flowing with colors like a rainbow. Making dressing, garments, soft quilts… use of skill and charm, imagination and mind. Soft fleece, silks, rayon, knits, anything! just fabric.
By Luna Eclipse on 05.21.2008
He was young, too young to realize how useful it could become. Frantically patting his pockets, he produced a zippo lighter.
By Simon Johns on 05.21.2008
fabric is always interesting because it composes most of the identity that we hold ourselves against. Unless we are referring to the fabric of space and time, in which case we are speaking about the cloth of the universe itself. I’m afraid if that is the case we are clearly out of our league. However, we might be speaking metaphorcally about the fabric of our lives. Our decisions. Our hopes.
By Toph on 05.21.2008
fabric is smooth, soft, rough, stiff, and soemtimes its kind of gross who even thought of fabric what a stupid idea. just kidding, without it, we wouldn’t have clothes, which might result in us looking slightly awkward. actually, im glad that we have fabric because i dont want to see some people without fabric. thank god for fabric.
By becca b on 05.21.2008
By Erin on 05.21.2008
It keeps you warm.
It covers my toes.
By Cyndi on 05.21.2008
my mother’s hands
the leftover clothes in fathers closet
the quilt i never completed
the cotton ads
the time i had in the back of the booth
all of those
By tl on 05.21.2008
the fields stitched together
my hair stretched above my head
fabric of many colors
hot air balloons
the second skin
By t on 05.21.2008
The touch of the fabric against my skin sent shivers down my back. It was like no other,as soft as silk, as light as a feather, as strong as chain mail, and the beauty, it fell like water and clung to my body.
By dom on 05.21.2008
soft cotton springtime
want to wake up next to you
a storm cloud
kiss you clean again
shifting off freckled skin
By grace on 05.21.2008
fabric is cool. I like fabric. red green blue purple. all colors are fun. i like to sew with fabric. with all kinds of colors. my grandma sews too. she does quilts. she helped me make a quilt once. we named it stars and stripes. it’s beautiful. i take it with me everywhere.
By sarah on 05.21.2008
soft fabric against my skin, so soft and so luxurious, amazing and soft, almost sexual, fantasizing about another person wrapped up in it, special, a lovely evening, amazing sensual protruding special female box wah smooth smothering her in chocolate ice cream, even though i don’t even like ice cream or chocolate
By Marcus Edward John Cross on 05.21.2008
fabric is crazy. some are fashionable and some arent. poly and poly blends equal barf according to stacy and clinton. i like organic cotton. it feels nice on my skinny skin skin.
By Bree on 05.21.2008
The fabric of somes lives is like the cracks on the wall, always moving, but never going anywhere.
By Bob on 05.21.2008
the fabric that you and i sleep on, this piece of white cloth that holds us in its bare hands, this bed that is going to be stained with love, lust, sweat, tears, more sweat and more. this witness or our sleepless night…
By ii on 05.21.2008
My mom has clothes of course. But they’re not made of clouds like the angels. (even though I think she might be one of them.) Her garments are made of fabric.
By Seth Ferreira on 05.21.2008
runs deep within the darkness of that space within the cushions of a couch. The nothingness that fills the void between the crevice on the way down really shows a substantial amount of fear for the little area that it really occupies. Coins, wallets, cellphones, all fall and fear of loss is the first emotion felt when one realizes what has just occurred. Maybe a reach down into the couch along the smooth design of the wondrous soft seat. If it is recovered then the the job has been done and all that is expected of the simple.
By Jim on 05.21.2008
The fabris of our lives, woven together, is breaking at the seams. I kiss your mouth, and follow downwards, fixing it with my tongue. It won’t last, but temporary measures are all I have
By Freddo on 05.21.2008
the fabric of our lives. It’s woven in the past but not the future. Gone are the days of beuatiful linens. Shop in China. Cheap and plentiful.
Fabric is for your Mom. Have her sew it into your garment and make it new.
By mike glenn on 05.21.2008
Fabric is many things. Many boring things. The interesting fabric, that’s the kind that you can’t see. The opposite of fashion, I guess. The kind of fabric I’m interested in, it’s the stuff that connects everyone. The fabric of the universe, if you will. The reason why we have hope.
By JEK on 05.21.2008
itchy. smooth. cold. ribbed. dank. wind-lifted.
By Katherine on 05.21.2008
is soft sweet supple and everything imaginable. my teddy bear sat against the pillow, looking forlorn. i breathed in his sweet old smell, the smell of fabric, and hugs, and tears and sweat. I nuzzled him to my neck. “It’s okay.” i said. “I still love you…” He knew it. but i had so many other things these days…
By ashlynne on 05.21.2008
It’s hard, it seems evil. It is the everyday life. It produces everything I see. I love my chokolate. I hate the ones who made it. I am alojne among many. Grey, empty. Who is better? I place my name at the bottom of the product. Help. The world. Closer. Far away. Made in China.
By Jenny Rossander on 05.21.2008
I will always remember the most incredible fabric shop in downtown Syracuse. It was owned and operated by an little old tailor, Bolts of amazing textiles where stacked up to the ceiling–every hue and texture imaginable. If you were looking for something speci
By Andrea on 05.21.2008
the rip destroyed any hope of the dress being finished in time. It was a jagged tear, in the middle of the skirt. The blemish could not be covered up, say, by a bow or a piece of lace, without drawing even more attention to it. Cinderella stood suddenly and threw the garment into the fireplace,
By yo on 05.21.2008
What the hell the word was fabric yesterday. This sucks I wanted a new cool word to keep me entertained today in English class. Boooooo, angry eyes. Well this sucks, yeah that’s about it.
By Andrew D on 05.21.2008
Colorful, soft, clothing material. Or a word used to denote the ties that bind — as in ‘the fabric of our life’.
By MJ on 05.21.2008
soft, yielding, covering
soft coldness on summer days, wrapping around me muffling sounds hiding under turning it into a cocoon. Maybe I’ll come out different from when I began. Hiding, not hearing, escaping wrapped under it avoiding filtered sun.
By Nom De Plum on 05.21.2008
My mom keeps telling me she wants to cover her walls in burlap. And all I can think is “but burlap is so ITCHY.”
I’m not sure why I am so concerned with whether her walls will be itchy or not. I can’t remember the last time I rubbed up against a wall.
Wait. Yes I can. But that was a highschool dance. So it’s different.
By Miss Britt on 05.21.2008
the fabric is soft, flowing about me like a currant in the ocean. I feel it wind around me, smothering me. Simple yet complete.
Ooh fabric. I have fabric on my walls that you wont ever see again…I think I’ll turn the fabric into pillows. I like fabric. If I could make dresses with fabric I would. I have made a Halloween costume or two in my time. And this is by far my worst entry. I don’t like fabric anymore.
By mar on 05.21.2008
the fabric of our lives, what keeps us together, that’s what they call it, right? the simple threads holding us beside each other…i don’t know what happened to the pieces. why are we suddenly unraveling into separate pieces.
bring the needle and the thread and sew us back together again. keep us together.
please don’t tear us apart.
By jessica on 05.21.2008
soft, fabric, that your dry, cracking fingers catch on. Dirt-dried hands tightening my tie, buttoning my shirt, flipping my collar over to complete the effort – my hands rough, catch my the loops in the fabric of my tie, pulling them out
By Alex Crittenden on 05.21.2008
Weave your fabric to your own style. Be who you want to be. Have no regrets. Live life to the fullest. Wear your emotions on your sleeve. Tell the people you love, that you love them. Never judge a book by its cover. This world is so full of evil things. It is your clay, mold it to what you want it to be, you are a tailor, an artist, a work of art. Peace Be With You.
By Heather Who? on 05.21.2008