THe fabric was soft to touch, It was surrounding me, plush velvet and I could barely see a thing. I rapidly felt around me. I was in a box! I got scared – stuck in small spaces is a fear of anyone’s. It was then I calmed down and remembered what happened – Mark had knocked me unconcious. I hit the lid as hard as I could and screamed. There were voices outside saying “What’s going on?” All of a sudden I burst out of the coffin and was staring at the shocked faces of people I loved and a very confused vicar.
Amy
the fabric feels soft against my skin my eyes close and velvet rubs them bright colors in nigeria russians wear fur wear a human carcass for warmth –does that count as fabric? people arguing imagine cotton fields dirty little cotton bulbs
stephanie
The fabric…wow, I was just about to write another one of these about a girl. The fabric of her dress, and all that. I seem to have a one track mind, when you give me a word in instantly connect it with a hot woman. Anyway…uh…fabric. Yeah, I’ve got nothing. Time’s almost up anyway.
Steven B.
We are all made of stuff.but that doesnt define us really.People make fabric,even when we talk about the fabric that dreams are made of.
andrei dumitrescu
stripped off
cut and sewn
flesh and it shows
fine sensuality
ripped and torn too
buga buga
MATERIAL. CLEAN. DIRTY.
iT’S WHAT i HATE TO DO AT HOME…lAUNDRY! tHE SMELL, THE FOLDING, THE PUTTING AWAY. bUT TO PULL IT CLEAN FROM A DRAWER AND TO SEE AN EMPTY LAUNDRY BASKET – THERE’S NO BETTER SENSE OF RELIEF.
MELISSA
the fabric of our lives. cotton? souls? i’m not sure what you mean. i love the feel of satin and silk fabric on my skin. knitting with dog’s hair? sure, why not.
as much as i would love to buy angora and cashmere, i simply cannot afford it. sewing, color, the end.
Kimm
Of our jackets, our coats, our knotted-up ties – our knotted-up lives. Of the sheets on the bed where we finally lie, when the whole thing unravels.
Josh
whenever i see a new quilt that my mom has made i always think that the colors and fabric she picked out is so much more vibrant and fun than i have ever seen her be. unless she is living vicariously through her quilts i don’t know what to make of it.
you.
Fabric is the thing which creates everything that we wear. Many different types of fabric are out there. Silk. Cotton. Polyester, to name a few. It’s the covering that offers us a way to portray ourselves on the outside, and yet somehow people can manage to see right through us. The different fabrics formed into the different colors, and people judge us based on solely that. What we wear. The type of FABRIC we choose. Why is that?
Brittany
The rope-burn of your grandmother’s apron,
fabric necklace, still on my neck;
kitchen-bound in my backwards cape,
superhero, flour in my hair.
Claire Askew
fabric is the stuff that wraps around your bits and if it wasn’t there you’d be naked and humiliated and left weeping like a lost puppy in the corner while people spit cold tea at you and abuse your eyebrow shape.
Jim
The fabric of your life. Protects you. Covers you. Hides who you really are. Sheltered. Frayed.
Brittany
is soft and fluffy with love and care, you know you want it, baby baby babby, sometimes I feel I wouldn’t survive without fabric. It makes me kind of horny sometimes, you know the carpet burn right next to the bed kind of sex. Down and dirty with fabric to tie your ankles and wrists together, god just thinking about it makes me want to orgasm. Uhhhhh ohhhh yeeeaaaahhhh. Is this good enough for you freak?
susan.
The moral fabric of our society has come undone and we’re all dressed in tatters.
Suhana
The moral fabric of our society has come undone and we’re all dressed in tatters.
Suhana Gordhan
There was a fabric in her clothes that no one could distinguish. It was similar to cotton, but not quite. It looked like silk, but didn’t feel like silk. It had the texture of skin, but didn’t smell like skin. It was anything but ordinary and John didn’t like it. He wanted to analyze the fabric, but she simply wouldn’t let him. She made him stay far away from her.
Brittany
The feel, the texture, the possibilities. It’s all so much I can’t bear to stand here waiting, scissors in hand. The first cut is most important as every cut beyond that is unfixable. Once the thread is broken there is no turning back and that excites me.
Zumi
The fabric she wore that day was tulle. She was going to get married you see and so she was busy with touching the entire strand of cloth that ran up her body, that covered up her waist with a tightness that seemed to possess her. The entire texture of the thing was rough against her palm
Ken
holds the world together if there was no space fabric there would be nothing its all intervowen like a fine harris tweed making everything fluid but also rigid. fabric is also a good way of hiding ugly bodies with shaping and draping u can turn a hideous monster into a not so bad dam.
pip
fabric is what my clothes are made from.
I’m sure there was a nightclub or something called Fabric, maybe there still is.
I sell vintage clothing on http://www.retrochick.co.uk and the names of fabrics sometimes helps me date clothing. It’s amazing how synthetics used to be the more expensive materials to make clothing from…
Gemma Seager
The floral fabric of her gown clung to her body in wet folds as she stepped out of the river; she knew that everyone would assume she was dead; that was what she wanted. She had succeeded.
Kylie
it s plastic, warm, futile… i don t need it! I adore it. i simply adore it. Plastics, he said. remember my words. and i was dreaming of italy and all its monuments but he simply noted that there was a shop full of plastics on the road. this is history, he said. nothing else.
maga-bistro
the fabiric that in their shirt is so ugly lolol and like marissa on tv s wear is wearing hospital fabirc and then i am going to have a lot of spelling mistakes and i cant really properly concentrate and so the tv is distracting me on writing about fabric or anything at all, but fabric is actually really unique, there are so many different kinds and they also contain a lot of fabrics temselves.
shalayne
I was naked, and then I was clothed in cotton. It was soft and warm, but the color was not pleasing to the eye.
The Hypocrite
without ever letting go, she thumbed her hand over the torn pieces of her mothers dress.
Worn into a nothing more than a small piece of cloth ,she only paused to light a cigarette
Jeed
Fabric is used in clothing, people wear clothes, clothes are made from fabrics which are made from trees and plastics and other things. Fabrics are used everyday, everyone uses fabrics, they are essential to everyday life, being naked is not that fun in the street. We need fabrics to have clothes to be not naked
Thomas Cosgrove
woven light – gaps between threads like gaps between notes – spaces between glances and the night
tamara klein
the sheets were so clean, pristine, I wrapped my body around and around and around. Sighing inside cremes, teals, and whites, and then you ripped them aside, you tore into velvet, cotton, rayon, leather, into my skin like it was nothing more than water.
Knowlunds
Is amazing. It lets us express ourselves in so many ways! Some people see it as constricting and as something that causes uniformity but I see it as a way to express ourselves in so many different ways! From the time the first cave man walked the planet to today, fabric has kept us warm, cool, happy and unique. I personally love it…as i’ve already stated before.
Anesha
this covering is a societal need but we started out without it, so do we really need it?
pat maloney
You can use it to make clothes, hats, socks. You can wear it on your body or sow in it. It’s usually made from cotton if it’s organic.
Cami
The fabric is my ally. People have stared at this contraption with mouths hanging open. They’ve asked again and again and again for me to reveal the secret. They’ve begged! And yet not until now–till this very day have I seen fit to reveal the truth. My secret lies in the fabric. But I can’t tell you why because they’ll be here any minu-
the pook
The fabric was beautifully wowen, just like silk. IT was the most precious thing she had ever got and that was the only valuable thing she would ever have. But now… now she had to let it go. IT was either to starve of to sell this fabric, this piece she loved so dearly. This was the way of living.
Irpa
The fabric was all she had. Nothing else to her name. We always wondered if she’d ever get tired of it. months after months we see her with it. We would often make fun of her for she never let it down. But it didn’t matter to her no matter what we said she continued to love that fabric.
It turned out that it belonged to her decesed mother. We were all ashamed
HQ
the fabric of our lives is woven with dreams and catastrophes. Many threads are colorful and organic some are synthetic and itchy they all intertwine to form our times and memories.
john zweig
the fabric of our lives is experiences we remember. vivid though they may be, it is the reconnection with old friends that reminds us of the textures we continue to weave using threads that are old memories.
I’m blessed to have such a garment. I don’t recall ever writing this quickly about a subject so near to my heart before this event.
Richard O'Brien
were still at fabric?? boo
bubu
fabric means so many things to many people. Fabric is clothing, fabric protects one from the elements. Fabric conceals the person within them. Fabric is our alter ego.
fabric is our curtains, is our privacy, is our shelter. Fabric keeps out, out; keeps in, in.
Fabric is our bed it is sleep, renewal, life. Fabric is our life.
trestan peck
i opened up the new box of fabric sheets, and threw a sheet into the dryer. I slammed it shut, and walked back to the living room.
“My clothes done?” he asked, in a stupified and drunken slur.
“Almost” I say, heading to the kitchen with a grimace.
I grab his cup of coffee, with a dash of arsenic.
I’m done with laundry, and I’m done with him.
THe fabric was soft to touch, It was surrounding me, plush velvet and I could barely see a thing. I rapidly felt around me. I was in a box! I got scared – stuck in small spaces is a fear of anyone’s. It was then I calmed down and remembered what happened – Mark had knocked me unconcious. I hit the lid as hard as I could and screamed. There were voices outside saying “What’s going on?” All of a sudden I burst out of the coffin and was staring at the shocked faces of people I loved and a very confused vicar.
the fabric feels soft against my skin my eyes close and velvet rubs them bright colors in nigeria russians wear fur wear a human carcass for warmth –does that count as fabric? people arguing imagine cotton fields dirty little cotton bulbs
The fabric…wow, I was just about to write another one of these about a girl. The fabric of her dress, and all that. I seem to have a one track mind, when you give me a word in instantly connect it with a hot woman. Anyway…uh…fabric. Yeah, I’ve got nothing. Time’s almost up anyway.
We are all made of stuff.but that doesnt define us really.People make fabric,even when we talk about the fabric that dreams are made of.
stripped off
cut and sewn
flesh and it shows
fine sensuality
ripped and torn too
MATERIAL. CLEAN. DIRTY.
iT’S WHAT i HATE TO DO AT HOME…lAUNDRY! tHE SMELL, THE FOLDING, THE PUTTING AWAY. bUT TO PULL IT CLEAN FROM A DRAWER AND TO SEE AN EMPTY LAUNDRY BASKET – THERE’S NO BETTER SENSE OF RELIEF.
the fabric of our lives. cotton? souls? i’m not sure what you mean. i love the feel of satin and silk fabric on my skin. knitting with dog’s hair? sure, why not.
as much as i would love to buy angora and cashmere, i simply cannot afford it. sewing, color, the end.
Of our jackets, our coats, our knotted-up ties – our knotted-up lives. Of the sheets on the bed where we finally lie, when the whole thing unravels.
whenever i see a new quilt that my mom has made i always think that the colors and fabric she picked out is so much more vibrant and fun than i have ever seen her be. unless she is living vicariously through her quilts i don’t know what to make of it.
Fabric is the thing which creates everything that we wear. Many different types of fabric are out there. Silk. Cotton. Polyester, to name a few. It’s the covering that offers us a way to portray ourselves on the outside, and yet somehow people can manage to see right through us. The different fabrics formed into the different colors, and people judge us based on solely that. What we wear. The type of FABRIC we choose. Why is that?
The rope-burn of your grandmother’s apron,
fabric necklace, still on my neck;
kitchen-bound in my backwards cape,
superhero, flour in my hair.
fabric is the stuff that wraps around your bits and if it wasn’t there you’d be naked and humiliated and left weeping like a lost puppy in the corner while people spit cold tea at you and abuse your eyebrow shape.
The fabric of your life. Protects you. Covers you. Hides who you really are. Sheltered. Frayed.
is soft and fluffy with love and care, you know you want it, baby baby babby, sometimes I feel I wouldn’t survive without fabric. It makes me kind of horny sometimes, you know the carpet burn right next to the bed kind of sex. Down and dirty with fabric to tie your ankles and wrists together, god just thinking about it makes me want to orgasm. Uhhhhh ohhhh yeeeaaaahhhh. Is this good enough for you freak?
The moral fabric of our society has come undone and we’re all dressed in tatters.
The moral fabric of our society has come undone and we’re all dressed in tatters.
There was a fabric in her clothes that no one could distinguish. It was similar to cotton, but not quite. It looked like silk, but didn’t feel like silk. It had the texture of skin, but didn’t smell like skin. It was anything but ordinary and John didn’t like it. He wanted to analyze the fabric, but she simply wouldn’t let him. She made him stay far away from her.
The feel, the texture, the possibilities. It’s all so much I can’t bear to stand here waiting, scissors in hand. The first cut is most important as every cut beyond that is unfixable. Once the thread is broken there is no turning back and that excites me.
The fabric she wore that day was tulle. She was going to get married you see and so she was busy with touching the entire strand of cloth that ran up her body, that covered up her waist with a tightness that seemed to possess her. The entire texture of the thing was rough against her palm
holds the world together if there was no space fabric there would be nothing its all intervowen like a fine harris tweed making everything fluid but also rigid. fabric is also a good way of hiding ugly bodies with shaping and draping u can turn a hideous monster into a not so bad dam.
fabric is what my clothes are made from.
I’m sure there was a nightclub or something called Fabric, maybe there still is.
I sell vintage clothing on http://www.retrochick.co.uk and the names of fabrics sometimes helps me date clothing. It’s amazing how synthetics used to be the more expensive materials to make clothing from…
The floral fabric of her gown clung to her body in wet folds as she stepped out of the river; she knew that everyone would assume she was dead; that was what she wanted. She had succeeded.
it s plastic, warm, futile… i don t need it! I adore it. i simply adore it. Plastics, he said. remember my words. and i was dreaming of italy and all its monuments but he simply noted that there was a shop full of plastics on the road. this is history, he said. nothing else.
the fabiric that in their shirt is so ugly lolol and like marissa on tv s wear is wearing hospital fabirc and then i am going to have a lot of spelling mistakes and i cant really properly concentrate and so the tv is distracting me on writing about fabric or anything at all, but fabric is actually really unique, there are so many different kinds and they also contain a lot of fabrics temselves.
I was naked, and then I was clothed in cotton. It was soft and warm, but the color was not pleasing to the eye.
without ever letting go, she thumbed her hand over the torn pieces of her mothers dress.
Worn into a nothing more than a small piece of cloth ,she only paused to light a cigarette
Fabric is used in clothing, people wear clothes, clothes are made from fabrics which are made from trees and plastics and other things. Fabrics are used everyday, everyone uses fabrics, they are essential to everyday life, being naked is not that fun in the street. We need fabrics to have clothes to be not naked
woven light – gaps between threads like gaps between notes – spaces between glances and the night
the sheets were so clean, pristine, I wrapped my body around and around and around. Sighing inside cremes, teals, and whites, and then you ripped them aside, you tore into velvet, cotton, rayon, leather, into my skin like it was nothing more than water.
Is amazing. It lets us express ourselves in so many ways! Some people see it as constricting and as something that causes uniformity but I see it as a way to express ourselves in so many different ways! From the time the first cave man walked the planet to today, fabric has kept us warm, cool, happy and unique. I personally love it…as i’ve already stated before.
this covering is a societal need but we started out without it, so do we really need it?
You can use it to make clothes, hats, socks. You can wear it on your body or sow in it. It’s usually made from cotton if it’s organic.
The fabric is my ally. People have stared at this contraption with mouths hanging open. They’ve asked again and again and again for me to reveal the secret. They’ve begged! And yet not until now–till this very day have I seen fit to reveal the truth. My secret lies in the fabric. But I can’t tell you why because they’ll be here any minu-
The fabric was beautifully wowen, just like silk. IT was the most precious thing she had ever got and that was the only valuable thing she would ever have. But now… now she had to let it go. IT was either to starve of to sell this fabric, this piece she loved so dearly. This was the way of living.
The fabric was all she had. Nothing else to her name. We always wondered if she’d ever get tired of it. months after months we see her with it. We would often make fun of her for she never let it down. But it didn’t matter to her no matter what we said she continued to love that fabric.
It turned out that it belonged to her decesed mother. We were all ashamed
the fabric of our lives is woven with dreams and catastrophes. Many threads are colorful and organic some are synthetic and itchy they all intertwine to form our times and memories.
the fabric of our lives is experiences we remember. vivid though they may be, it is the reconnection with old friends that reminds us of the textures we continue to weave using threads that are old memories.
I’m blessed to have such a garment. I don’t recall ever writing this quickly about a subject so near to my heart before this event.
were still at fabric?? boo
fabric means so many things to many people. Fabric is clothing, fabric protects one from the elements. Fabric conceals the person within them. Fabric is our alter ego.
fabric is our curtains, is our privacy, is our shelter. Fabric keeps out, out; keeps in, in.
Fabric is our bed it is sleep, renewal, life. Fabric is our life.
i opened up the new box of fabric sheets, and threw a sheet into the dryer. I slammed it shut, and walked back to the living room.
“My clothes done?” he asked, in a stupified and drunken slur.
“Almost” I say, heading to the kitchen with a grimace.
I grab his cup of coffee, with a dash of arsenic.
I’m done with laundry, and I’m done with him.