He reached through the fog, picking up little shards with the greatest of care. Piecing together bit by bit the memory he lost. The little cracks distorted the image, but something was always better than nothing.
Drivven Wrinth
If life never needed reconstruction.
If you could build up ad infinitum, a Tower of Babel.
If after your first novel, you didn’t need to start over because the “premise was fundamentally unsound.”
If after a breakup, you didn’t have to start again with little flirts, with “Can I have your number?”, after you’d narrated your life to someone you’d thought would listen, all the things you never said during drinking games.
If after your dad died, you didn’t need to hold the hand of a broken mom and dry off her silent tears with a towel.
If after life, you wouldn’t die like all other things.
Then she would be fine.
Reconstruction makes me think of Botox, tummy tucks, laser facials, waxes, and many other types of cosmetic upgrades that my 54-year old body would love to partake in.
But the 54-year old brain knows it’s what’s on the inside that counts. I think.
To build anew, it was a novel concept. If something gets destroyed, just rebuild it. But what did you do when you had no materials? When everyone was dead, your entire home decimated, when there was nothing left to build from? When you were all that was left?
AmeliaJ
After the reconstruction of the city hall, the entire council convened in the brand new chambers, where Councilwoman Laura Shieldman cracked open a bottle of sparkling cider and passed around full paper cups for all to enjoy.
“No champagne?” her fellow councilman, Jamie Ottoman, jokingly asked, sipping from his new cheap chalice.
“Not in this town,” Laura reminded him. “Remember the die-hard Christians?”
Belinda Roddie
The reconstruction of her old house would take more money than she could ever afford. In her dreams she can see it rebuilt with crown molding in the high ceilings and beautiful brick sidewalks all around the grand yard.
The building was falling apart from the eaves on, and as the workers came in, the shuddered as they realized what work would be necessary. It would almost be easier to knock it completely down rather than try to fix it, but the historical house deserved to stand as it once had: proud, tall, and old. It must be renewed!
Is it too late? I really hope not. I have to believe that there is still hope, that my heart can begin anew. That it can be reconstructed.
D'Ette Marceaux
Complete reconstruction requires planning.Utter destruction requires passion.For creating we need estability, and for establishing chaos we need a heart.
The reconstruction of the old citadel was met with excitement and condensation. Some thought that it would help breath life back into the old city. Others were afraid it would entice the criminal element. The vultures of tourism, ready to swoop in and take a little slice of the pie for themselves without needing to work for it. Only time would tell which faction would, ultimately, be proven correct in this debate.
Every thing I’ve ever built was torn down by someone who was the ghost of their childhood. And instead of building it stronger, it seemed I became so weak that whispers and a soft breeze would knock me back.
Then I learned to stop building castles under moonlight, and while I sacrificed seeing the stars, I kept company with cotton white clouds as I built mountains that touched heaven.
To reconstruct something is to completely remake it. It’s like a mother making a child. You have to start from the inside-out. It’s hard work, and you have to be completely committed in order to reconstruct something. You can’t slack off. You can’t mess up. Because in order to reconstruct something, it’s like you’re completely renewing it. You’re saving it.
Sarah
his heart needed reconstruction. a lot of it, really. however, she knew that with effort and some love, all of his scars would heal and he would no longer be a withered dandelion in a field of daisies — he’d make the loveliest rose of all.
I looked at her face, I turned at different angles trying to decide where to start. “Looks like we are going to have to reconstruct your entire face,” I said to her.
“Do what you have to. I don’t want to be recognized by anyone,” she replied.
I put myself back together one aching, jagged piece at a time. I try not to pay attention to the little drips of ruby splattered at my feet. I try not to look at the pieces too small to go anywhere. Eventually I will fill those holes in with new material. It’s all part of the reconstruction.
Rebuild sounds better. Reconstruction sounds bureaucratic. Abstract. Souless. Rebuild sounds like a new start. Fresh work. New for old or shattered. Short words tell you what you want to know. Big words? Hide meaning and waste your time.
Paul Eveleigh
We started the reconstruction of the face after recovering the skull from the crime seen. I slipped my gloves on and picked it up. Looking it over, trying to find the one spot that would give me what i needed. A clue. A clue as to what she looked like before the accident.
they started rebuilding the house six months after the hurricane. i walked through, trying to collect my sodden belongings. my clothes and books and papers were molded beyond repair. i left with pockets full of paper clips and rubber bands. they were all that remained.
Reconstruction. I don’t really know how to write about this. Personal reconstruction? My mind goes to construction workers wearing hardhats and drilling things into the street below my apartment at fucking 7 am. But that’s an entirely different word. So that doesn’t work. At this point I’m just running out the clock because this word is not inspiring me. Also my hand is bleeding. I need a bandaid.
Stella
One day there was a wonderfully abstract building. In it were thousands and thousands of workers. They were artists and musicians and writers and builders and painters. These people worked together to keep the building from falling apart.
Collette
David wanted to reconstruct his father’s old Shwinn bike for his 55th birthday. He started off by replacing the old worn out circles of rubber with brand new wheels that he bought at the local bike store.
I am in reconstruction. I tore everything down mercilessly, all of my thoughts, feeling, perceptions. I am now building a New Me. One better fit for this world.
He looked upon the dried fields and broken down signs that detailed which plant went where. No one had been here in years; to him this was a new beginning for both himself and the land.
She looked at the empty box in front of her, the contents spilled out over the floor. Perhaps this is what it felt like to rebuild her life again, a mess spread out everywhere. Yet there was that peace from the emptiness of that box.
Ayesha
From the ashes I arose,
reconstructed — yeah, I know.
Like push puppet,
I’m a toy to fall,
but I recompile when I’m alone.
Recharge me:
here are the batteries.
And order now,
I’ll even throw in my scattered memories.
Like spray drip in every color,
I am composition — reborn.
rebuild, renovation, back to previous state, rehabilitation
Carol
Oh, reconstruction! I’ve been retired since 2006 and hoped I’d never hear the word “reconstruction” again. You see I worked for an insolvency and reorganization attorney. What we once called bankruptcy attorneys. Today the area of law has been fancied up with a new name. Quite often our clients went through reorganizations which seemed more like reconstructions than reorganizations.
Sherrey Meyer
To build something and bring it back up. When I burn down a peasant’s house, the polite thing to do would be to reconstruct it for him. Being a viking, I’m not particularly polite, so instead I kill him, eat his flesh and use him as a footstool.
Gear
reconstruction fixing somthing that is broken
Teresa Parr
The scars left behind are irreparable. Protruding, infected, hurting, in a terrible state.
It began years ago, during the Age of Reconstruction. No one is quite sure where the new Queen came from, but everyone I know is reasonably sure she is not entirely human. Like most mixed species of our time, her skin is not quite the same as ours and her eyes tilt at a different angle.
Tearing down rock
Nails tinkle
Dust and rubble underfoot now
Time to reconstruct the frame
Something different this time
Katie
Facial reconstruction – words no one wants to hear from an emergency room doctor. Selina didn’t remember how she got here, but from the conversations around her she realized that she was in a terrible accident. But no one said car, and she was walking back from the store.
Kathryn
Reconstruction is a remake as something new and different. Perhaps it is something better than what it was before.
Angela
when something has broken or fallen down like my marriage to tony. I f came crashing down the day Jake took his car. It wasn’t just that it was the lack of my pennies into his bank. The lack of making love and the not thinking things were wrong
Shellan
to make new build up. using hands being creative something different unlike before reinventing refreshing establishing what has already established
She has scattered the scraps of herself within hot asphalt and fading sunsets and white gloves splitting the evening air.
There is a kind of peace, she finds, in decentralizing her repair.
He reached through the fog, picking up little shards with the greatest of care. Piecing together bit by bit the memory he lost. The little cracks distorted the image, but something was always better than nothing.
If life never needed reconstruction.
If you could build up ad infinitum, a Tower of Babel.
If after your first novel, you didn’t need to start over because the “premise was fundamentally unsound.”
If after a breakup, you didn’t have to start again with little flirts, with “Can I have your number?”, after you’d narrated your life to someone you’d thought would listen, all the things you never said during drinking games.
If after your dad died, you didn’t need to hold the hand of a broken mom and dry off her silent tears with a towel.
If after life, you wouldn’t die like all other things.
Then she would be fine.
what
places
towns
work?
yard work
uh
odk
Reconstruction makes me think of Botox, tummy tucks, laser facials, waxes, and many other types of cosmetic upgrades that my 54-year old body would love to partake in.
But the 54-year old brain knows it’s what’s on the inside that counts. I think.
To build anew, it was a novel concept. If something gets destroyed, just rebuild it. But what did you do when you had no materials? When everyone was dead, your entire home decimated, when there was nothing left to build from? When you were all that was left?
After the reconstruction of the city hall, the entire council convened in the brand new chambers, where Councilwoman Laura Shieldman cracked open a bottle of sparkling cider and passed around full paper cups for all to enjoy.
“No champagne?” her fellow councilman, Jamie Ottoman, jokingly asked, sipping from his new cheap chalice.
“Not in this town,” Laura reminded him. “Remember the die-hard Christians?”
The reconstruction of her old house would take more money than she could ever afford. In her dreams she can see it rebuilt with crown molding in the high ceilings and beautiful brick sidewalks all around the grand yard.
The building was falling apart from the eaves on, and as the workers came in, the shuddered as they realized what work would be necessary. It would almost be easier to knock it completely down rather than try to fix it, but the historical house deserved to stand as it once had: proud, tall, and old. It must be renewed!
Is it too late? I really hope not. I have to believe that there is still hope, that my heart can begin anew. That it can be reconstructed.
Complete reconstruction requires planning.Utter destruction requires passion.For creating we need estability, and for establishing chaos we need a heart.
The reconstruction of the old citadel was met with excitement and condensation. Some thought that it would help breath life back into the old city. Others were afraid it would entice the criminal element. The vultures of tourism, ready to swoop in and take a little slice of the pie for themselves without needing to work for it. Only time would tell which faction would, ultimately, be proven correct in this debate.
Every thing I’ve ever built was torn down by someone who was the ghost of their childhood. And instead of building it stronger, it seemed I became so weak that whispers and a soft breeze would knock me back.
Then I learned to stop building castles under moonlight, and while I sacrificed seeing the stars, I kept company with cotton white clouds as I built mountains that touched heaven.
To reconstruct something is to completely remake it. It’s like a mother making a child. You have to start from the inside-out. It’s hard work, and you have to be completely committed in order to reconstruct something. You can’t slack off. You can’t mess up. Because in order to reconstruct something, it’s like you’re completely renewing it. You’re saving it.
his heart needed reconstruction. a lot of it, really. however, she knew that with effort and some love, all of his scars would heal and he would no longer be a withered dandelion in a field of daisies — he’d make the loveliest rose of all.
I looked at her face, I turned at different angles trying to decide where to start. “Looks like we are going to have to reconstruct your entire face,” I said to her.
“Do what you have to. I don’t want to be recognized by anyone,” she replied.
“Hey!” John Lewis said to me. “Hey…” I said, awkwardly to him. We haven’t talked since our break up on the fourth of July.
I put myself back together one aching, jagged piece at a time. I try not to pay attention to the little drips of ruby splattered at my feet. I try not to look at the pieces too small to go anywhere. Eventually I will fill those holes in with new material. It’s all part of the reconstruction.
Rebuild sounds better. Reconstruction sounds bureaucratic. Abstract. Souless. Rebuild sounds like a new start. Fresh work. New for old or shattered. Short words tell you what you want to know. Big words? Hide meaning and waste your time.
We started the reconstruction of the face after recovering the skull from the crime seen. I slipped my gloves on and picked it up. Looking it over, trying to find the one spot that would give me what i needed. A clue. A clue as to what she looked like before the accident.
they started rebuilding the house six months after the hurricane. i walked through, trying to collect my sodden belongings. my clothes and books and papers were molded beyond repair. i left with pockets full of paper clips and rubber bands. they were all that remained.
Reconstruction. I don’t really know how to write about this. Personal reconstruction? My mind goes to construction workers wearing hardhats and drilling things into the street below my apartment at fucking 7 am. But that’s an entirely different word. So that doesn’t work. At this point I’m just running out the clock because this word is not inspiring me. Also my hand is bleeding. I need a bandaid.
One day there was a wonderfully abstract building. In it were thousands and thousands of workers. They were artists and musicians and writers and builders and painters. These people worked together to keep the building from falling apart.
David wanted to reconstruct his father’s old Shwinn bike for his 55th birthday. He started off by replacing the old worn out circles of rubber with brand new wheels that he bought at the local bike store.
I am in reconstruction. I tore everything down mercilessly, all of my thoughts, feeling, perceptions. I am now building a New Me. One better fit for this world.
He looked upon the dried fields and broken down signs that detailed which plant went where. No one had been here in years; to him this was a new beginning for both himself and the land.
She looked at the empty box in front of her, the contents spilled out over the floor. Perhaps this is what it felt like to rebuild her life again, a mess spread out everywhere. Yet there was that peace from the emptiness of that box.
From the ashes I arose,
reconstructed — yeah, I know.
Like push puppet,
I’m a toy to fall,
but I recompile when I’m alone.
Recharge me:
here are the batteries.
And order now,
I’ll even throw in my scattered memories.
Like spray drip in every color,
I am composition — reborn.
You put me together piece by piece. I’ll never understand how you manipulated these tools I’ll never get how you set me free
rebuild, renovation, back to previous state, rehabilitation
Oh, reconstruction! I’ve been retired since 2006 and hoped I’d never hear the word “reconstruction” again. You see I worked for an insolvency and reorganization attorney. What we once called bankruptcy attorneys. Today the area of law has been fancied up with a new name. Quite often our clients went through reorganizations which seemed more like reconstructions than reorganizations.
To build something and bring it back up. When I burn down a peasant’s house, the polite thing to do would be to reconstruct it for him. Being a viking, I’m not particularly polite, so instead I kill him, eat his flesh and use him as a footstool.
reconstruction fixing somthing that is broken
The scars left behind are irreparable. Protruding, infected, hurting, in a terrible state.
It began years ago, during the Age of Reconstruction. No one is quite sure where the new Queen came from, but everyone I know is reasonably sure she is not entirely human. Like most mixed species of our time, her skin is not quite the same as ours and her eyes tilt at a different angle.
Reconstruction
Tearing down rock
Nails tinkle
Dust and rubble underfoot now
Time to reconstruct the frame
Something different this time
Facial reconstruction – words no one wants to hear from an emergency room doctor. Selina didn’t remember how she got here, but from the conversations around her she realized that she was in a terrible accident. But no one said car, and she was walking back from the store.
Reconstruction is a remake as something new and different. Perhaps it is something better than what it was before.
when something has broken or fallen down like my marriage to tony. I f came crashing down the day Jake took his car. It wasn’t just that it was the lack of my pennies into his bank. The lack of making love and the not thinking things were wrong
to make new build up. using hands being creative something different unlike before reinventing refreshing establishing what has already established