i need to do it. it needs to be fabricated, but i can’t grasp onto it quick enough. if i don’t find out soon, it will kill me…i can’t stand it any longer.
It had been fabricated in some impoverished foreign country, crafted by the hands of small children who were understandably more concerned with getting food on the table than creating superior products.
it was made up and it was fabric and it was sewn together by my mum in the morning of April. I tried it on and I was overwhelmed with fear, I was resplendent, I was
Sarah Hamid
My feelings for him were fabricated by my imagination. I dont know why i convinced myself I was in love with him, I dont even know him. I made it up in my head, like a fairy tale that would never come true. Pulled it out of the blue
unknown
Things are often fabricated by Asians. That’s not because they’re particularly good at fabricating things, or because they enjoy it. They just work for really low wages. So low, in fact, that they like to commit suicide on breaks. Fun stuff. Enjoy your iPhone.
Joe
I was going to write about fabricating an idea and what not, but the more I thought about it, the less meaning the word had all together, I probably should have just listened to what it said on the first page,
Don’t think, just write.
T
I fabricated parts of my story to make my adventure seem more adventurous than it actually was. In reality, I was just as alone as I am when I am home. Sometimes traveling isn’t all that we crack it up to be in our minds. My trips are never as redemptive as I would like them to be, but that does not stop me from trying on the next trip.
She made it up. Every ounce. Every fiber. Every tingling hair on the back of their necks. It was all fabricated. And she told the all, whirling around, frantic with regret and no means to take it all back.
People are facetious. Their egos are inflated, their outward appearances and displays of apparent aesthetic are often fake. Their words are lofty, while some may be articulate and others not so, they are often an inflated version of what they really want to say. People have a hard time expressing themselves in a world where how you are to express yourself is dictated to you by powerful and overwhelming marketing. Appearances, desires, purposes, are fabricated. Words, phrases, promises, are fabricated.
Sam
The story was fabricated. Once this was made clear, the police backed down, the lockdown was cancelled, and little Nancy was allowed to eat the chocolate bar that she had not, after all, stolen from Jimmy after threatening him with an assault weapon.
tonykeyesjapan
NO. NO. NO. Fabricate.
Nicole
Fabricated. The past tense of a lie. As in, “I told you I was in love with you but those words were fabricated.” Woven. I knew a girl who could told nothing but violet lies.
white moth
False. I could easily fabricate my whole life to you and you’d never know, as long as I used the right words and body language and conviction. Maybe life is just a fabrication of our own minds. Maybe believing this lie is the only way to stay sane?
holly
The creation of phones such as iphones have taken the world by storm. People, from kids to adults, have come across them. They were fabricated by inventor Steven Jobs, who passed away, and soon iphones and other apple products took the world by storm.
Mireya
Illusions were fabricated from their dreams. Nightmares turned into reality by her magical powers. With a quick and fluid muttering of words everything turned black. I saw the darkness before me…it was too late.
When someone makes up something or creates a certain something. Basically something that is brought up out of nothing nor reason.
JJJJ
“How, how is that possible?” Steven said, staring at the pile of gold in front of him. “But… That’s not even… How?!”
“It’s not real,” the witch said. She laughed. “Obviously not. Well, sorta no. It’s real gold, but it’s real gold made of nothing but magic… Which doesn’t make much sense, but you get used to it.”
Ash
I fabricated this story for you. Oh, what a lovely story it shall be. If only I had more time to properly fabricate it for you..Alas, I have very little time left…So here I shall begin. There once was, aw jeez, ran outta time.
K
you spun a web a spiderweb how could you that isn’t fair you aren’t fair so beautiful so deceptive lies and lies upon lies out of nothing how could you be cruel how could you be fake, I know, I know, it was not a mistake.
Prefabricated dreams housed on the landscape curl and fold in patterns that sprawl. The promised land, is it?
I need a break. Old dreams haunt me even when I’m awake. The curtains in the wide windows, I remember how they moved. Something lurked in the folds of fabric, I didn’t want to peek because it felt wrong. I quickly walked past it. But then I remember the touchscreen eye at the checkout counter, that dream of parting the lids open with thumb and forefinger. How I do remember it, how it still pulls at me to examine it. Maybe I will. What you fear most is probably worth exploring.
Unreal
unsure
a lie
a fake
out of nothing
from nothing
terrible mistake
spiderweb
glimmering
so inviting for you
but it cannot hold
the weight of the truth
so it falls
like me
like you
Paula
Something that’s made up or exagerated. Something that’s not neccesarily a lie but far from the truth. An exageration of the truth.
Lydia V. Casey
It was a horrible mess, this fabricated mess of lies the government gave them. Who would believe something so fiendish? Fabricated. Thrown against the wall. Conjured out of thin air and fed to other people like salami. Why am I thinking about salami? Because I’m a ninja princess, that’s why! I shall eat of the salami with many pickles, and the ponies shall join us! Will someone please tell me what I was talking about? Oh, yes. Fabricated.
Light-Write (Fadia's author)
I fabricated an elaborate plan to breeze through this semester of college, but instead I just told everyone the truth and the plan didn’t pan out. I did this all the time in high school but I guess I’ve changed. I grew a conscience…damn.
The wall was exquisitely fabricated. Patterns of swirls were painted in light colours and even the tiniest details were added with great care. Clare gently ran her hand against the smooth wall, tracing the features with her long fingers.
clothing made from fabric a fabricated lie interwoven with the air of our universe that is the fabric of space and time, and to fabricate a plan out of nothingness that is this great empty void which become
Gregor
crossing your toes over the other, one hand on the phone, the other clutching at the hem of your shirt. the louder you talk, the more convincing you become. remain aggressive–
The evidence was fabricated. In fact, I’m not even sure there was evidence in this case. The jury was unfairly biased and my judge non-existent. Only whispers and the shifting of facts helping it ripple throughout the school.
“I know what you did,” one of my best friends said, as she looked at me with disappointed eyes. I braced for the lecture, and constructed my rebuttal. She had no idea what she was in for.
I was walking through the hallways before I noticed it–just a small piece of paper which jutted from a locker. I shouldn’t have cared, but I did. I shouldn’t have stepped forward to grasp it…but I did. Although I didn’t feel anything as I lifted it up to my eyes, I knew something inside of me had changed.
When I read the words written in a masculine scroll, I knew without a doubt that I had accepted a mission without knowing it. That no matter what lie I fabricated, it was my duty to carry out the note’s message. I knew that this mission would change my life. Forever.
My life is nothing more than a lie, fabricated by the stories I’ve been forced to live out.
I can never be myself. I do not know who I am.
Because my whole life has been fabricated by this one truth:
If anyone finds out my identity, I. Will die.
He donned the new suit. It was made of the finest fabric in all of the land, and it was going to get him a beautiful woman. He weaved through the crowded dance floor, and locked eyes with her. His fabricated desires overcame the last crying of his actual heart, and he became the rest.
Walls fabricated by hopes and fears, dreams and wishes, stones and vines, roaring ocean waves. Some are solid, some are wet, some are pliable, some are invisible, many are not really there at all. We can create walls with our machines, our hands, our words, our thoughts–each time the fabrication of bricks and mortar grasp one another in a single mission, one of symbiotic cohesion. Some walls are meant to last forever, others are meant to vaporize upon sight. Some were never meant to be, and some are destined to crumble no matter how carefully they are tended.
She lived off of fabrication. It was like weaving a tapestry of lies in order to survive. And she loved it. She loved the energy of coming up with something new to say. She loved the tension of hoping no one would figure her out.
Ah, the word fabricated on April Fools Day. Fine. Two can play at this game.
I’ve fabricated tales about men slinging mud at my fences, splattering suburban earth all over splintered wood, when I was truly bored and wanted to cause a ruckus. I’ve riled up controversy with my stories of “daring.” Claimed I was one way. Another way. Another way. Mostly, however, I fabricated who I loved. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, but thank God the hoax stopped when I was twenty-one.
Belinda Roddie
It was all fabricated. Everyone knew it. But the only one who seemed to care wasn’t even in his right mind. He never was.
Like the thin thread of our daily lives, it weaves along slowly, waving in the wind like spiders’ hands, so fragile that it hardly matters, but matter it is, made of hopes and aspirations, solid breath dangling in patterns woven into quilts of comfort during sleepless nights
everything was fabricated from the start,
i never would’ve thought that would be the case but
so it is.
it was a beautiful idea though,
thanks for the memories.
Courtney
The basket weaving was completely fabricated, not wood, not “fiber”, plastic, not even plastic; plasticky. SO much trouble to make something “hand-made”. Such a weird production loop. Other things are like that too. For example, a
the past tense of the word fabricate, which means to create. you know getting crafty over here, better pull up my pinterest real quick so that I can fabricate something. Maybe I’ll even use some fabric to change things up. You never know. Faberge eggs?
i need to do it. it needs to be fabricated, but i can’t grasp onto it quick enough. if i don’t find out soon, it will kill me…i can’t stand it any longer.
like fucking plastic covers on couches and shit
It had been fabricated in some impoverished foreign country, crafted by the hands of small children who were understandably more concerned with getting food on the table than creating superior products.
it was made up and it was fabric and it was sewn together by my mum in the morning of April. I tried it on and I was overwhelmed with fear, I was resplendent, I was
My feelings for him were fabricated by my imagination. I dont know why i convinced myself I was in love with him, I dont even know him. I made it up in my head, like a fairy tale that would never come true. Pulled it out of the blue
Things are often fabricated by Asians. That’s not because they’re particularly good at fabricating things, or because they enjoy it. They just work for really low wages. So low, in fact, that they like to commit suicide on breaks. Fun stuff. Enjoy your iPhone.
I was going to write about fabricating an idea and what not, but the more I thought about it, the less meaning the word had all together, I probably should have just listened to what it said on the first page,
Don’t think, just write.
I fabricated parts of my story to make my adventure seem more adventurous than it actually was. In reality, I was just as alone as I am when I am home. Sometimes traveling isn’t all that we crack it up to be in our minds. My trips are never as redemptive as I would like them to be, but that does not stop me from trying on the next trip.
She made it up. Every ounce. Every fiber. Every tingling hair on the back of their necks. It was all fabricated. And she told the all, whirling around, frantic with regret and no means to take it all back.
People are facetious. Their egos are inflated, their outward appearances and displays of apparent aesthetic are often fake. Their words are lofty, while some may be articulate and others not so, they are often an inflated version of what they really want to say. People have a hard time expressing themselves in a world where how you are to express yourself is dictated to you by powerful and overwhelming marketing. Appearances, desires, purposes, are fabricated. Words, phrases, promises, are fabricated.
The story was fabricated. Once this was made clear, the police backed down, the lockdown was cancelled, and little Nancy was allowed to eat the chocolate bar that she had not, after all, stolen from Jimmy after threatening him with an assault weapon.
NO. NO. NO. Fabricate.
Fabricated. The past tense of a lie. As in, “I told you I was in love with you but those words were fabricated.” Woven. I knew a girl who could told nothing but violet lies.
False. I could easily fabricate my whole life to you and you’d never know, as long as I used the right words and body language and conviction. Maybe life is just a fabrication of our own minds. Maybe believing this lie is the only way to stay sane?
The creation of phones such as iphones have taken the world by storm. People, from kids to adults, have come across them. They were fabricated by inventor Steven Jobs, who passed away, and soon iphones and other apple products took the world by storm.
Illusions were fabricated from their dreams. Nightmares turned into reality by her magical powers. With a quick and fluid muttering of words everything turned black. I saw the darkness before me…it was too late.
When someone makes up something or creates a certain something. Basically something that is brought up out of nothing nor reason.
“How, how is that possible?” Steven said, staring at the pile of gold in front of him. “But… That’s not even… How?!”
“It’s not real,” the witch said. She laughed. “Obviously not. Well, sorta no. It’s real gold, but it’s real gold made of nothing but magic… Which doesn’t make much sense, but you get used to it.”
I fabricated this story for you. Oh, what a lovely story it shall be. If only I had more time to properly fabricate it for you..Alas, I have very little time left…So here I shall begin. There once was, aw jeez, ran outta time.
you spun a web a spiderweb how could you that isn’t fair you aren’t fair so beautiful so deceptive lies and lies upon lies out of nothing how could you be cruel how could you be fake, I know, I know, it was not a mistake.
Prefabricated dreams housed on the landscape curl and fold in patterns that sprawl. The promised land, is it?
I need a break. Old dreams haunt me even when I’m awake. The curtains in the wide windows, I remember how they moved. Something lurked in the folds of fabric, I didn’t want to peek because it felt wrong. I quickly walked past it. But then I remember the touchscreen eye at the checkout counter, that dream of parting the lids open with thumb and forefinger. How I do remember it, how it still pulls at me to examine it. Maybe I will. What you fear most is probably worth exploring.
Unreal
unsure
a lie
a fake
out of nothing
from nothing
terrible mistake
spiderweb
glimmering
so inviting for you
but it cannot hold
the weight of the truth
so it falls
like me
like you
Something that’s made up or exagerated. Something that’s not neccesarily a lie but far from the truth. An exageration of the truth.
It was a horrible mess, this fabricated mess of lies the government gave them. Who would believe something so fiendish? Fabricated. Thrown against the wall. Conjured out of thin air and fed to other people like salami. Why am I thinking about salami? Because I’m a ninja princess, that’s why! I shall eat of the salami with many pickles, and the ponies shall join us! Will someone please tell me what I was talking about? Oh, yes. Fabricated.
I fabricated an elaborate plan to breeze through this semester of college, but instead I just told everyone the truth and the plan didn’t pan out. I did this all the time in high school but I guess I’ve changed. I grew a conscience…damn.
The wall was exquisitely fabricated. Patterns of swirls were painted in light colours and even the tiniest details were added with great care. Clare gently ran her hand against the smooth wall, tracing the features with her long fingers.
clothing made from fabric a fabricated lie interwoven with the air of our universe that is the fabric of space and time, and to fabricate a plan out of nothingness that is this great empty void which become
crossing your toes over the other, one hand on the phone, the other clutching at the hem of your shirt. the louder you talk, the more convincing you become. remain aggressive–
The evidence was fabricated. In fact, I’m not even sure there was evidence in this case. The jury was unfairly biased and my judge non-existent. Only whispers and the shifting of facts helping it ripple throughout the school.
“I know what you did,” one of my best friends said, as she looked at me with disappointed eyes. I braced for the lecture, and constructed my rebuttal. She had no idea what she was in for.
I was walking through the hallways before I noticed it–just a small piece of paper which jutted from a locker. I shouldn’t have cared, but I did. I shouldn’t have stepped forward to grasp it…but I did. Although I didn’t feel anything as I lifted it up to my eyes, I knew something inside of me had changed.
When I read the words written in a masculine scroll, I knew without a doubt that I had accepted a mission without knowing it. That no matter what lie I fabricated, it was my duty to carry out the note’s message. I knew that this mission would change my life. Forever.
My life is nothing more than a lie, fabricated by the stories I’ve been forced to live out.
I can never be myself. I do not know who I am.
Because my whole life has been fabricated by this one truth:
If anyone finds out my identity, I. Will die.
He donned the new suit. It was made of the finest fabric in all of the land, and it was going to get him a beautiful woman. He weaved through the crowded dance floor, and locked eyes with her. His fabricated desires overcame the last crying of his actual heart, and he became the rest.
Walls fabricated by hopes and fears, dreams and wishes, stones and vines, roaring ocean waves. Some are solid, some are wet, some are pliable, some are invisible, many are not really there at all. We can create walls with our machines, our hands, our words, our thoughts–each time the fabrication of bricks and mortar grasp one another in a single mission, one of symbiotic cohesion. Some walls are meant to last forever, others are meant to vaporize upon sight. Some were never meant to be, and some are destined to crumble no matter how carefully they are tended.
She lived off of fabrication. It was like weaving a tapestry of lies in order to survive. And she loved it. She loved the energy of coming up with something new to say. She loved the tension of hoping no one would figure her out.
Ah, the word fabricated on April Fools Day. Fine. Two can play at this game.
I’ve fabricated tales about men slinging mud at my fences, splattering suburban earth all over splintered wood, when I was truly bored and wanted to cause a ruckus. I’ve riled up controversy with my stories of “daring.” Claimed I was one way. Another way. Another way. Mostly, however, I fabricated who I loved. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, but thank God the hoax stopped when I was twenty-one.
It was all fabricated. Everyone knew it. But the only one who seemed to care wasn’t even in his right mind. He never was.
Like the thin thread of our daily lives, it weaves along slowly, waving in the wind like spiders’ hands, so fragile that it hardly matters, but matter it is, made of hopes and aspirations, solid breath dangling in patterns woven into quilts of comfort during sleepless nights
everything was fabricated from the start,
i never would’ve thought that would be the case but
so it is.
it was a beautiful idea though,
thanks for the memories.
The basket weaving was completely fabricated, not wood, not “fiber”, plastic, not even plastic; plasticky. SO much trouble to make something “hand-made”. Such a weird production loop. Other things are like that too. For example, a
the past tense of the word fabricate, which means to create. you know getting crafty over here, better pull up my pinterest real quick so that I can fabricate something. Maybe I’ll even use some fabric to change things up. You never know. Faberge eggs?