What is this all about?! I have 60 seconds to write about the word framework! Well that is sort of a lame word. It makes me think about constructions and the bones of a house. Now I am wondering what will happen at the end of my time!?
Your fingers weave in and out of mine, like a framework of flesh. I smile up at you, but your eyes are distant. What has become of us? We are so fragile now. A broken picture of what we used to be.
The framework of my life has shattered.
It’s been shattered for about a month now. I am curious as to what I can do with a frame burnt to ash. And everything is gone, everything left as you did. But the framework is broken, my bed is no longer usable without you next to me. It’s my framework, and without it being in order I’ll never work properly.
The framework of her essay was done, now down to the nitty gritty. She needed to do more research on her topic, but, where was she going to find it. Internet….library….who knows…so she went and poured herself a glass of Malbec and toasted the muse.
framework is the building blocks of something. It builds up something and creates the frame for the work you are about to do. It is in teaching, construction, learning, and making friends. This is kind of a dumb word to creatively write about. It’s compound at least.
I looked back and noticed the chipped frame work. Had it really been so long ago? I traced over the paint with my fingers as the tears began to flow down my cheeks like silent streams. How was it possible to hurt as much as it did?
the framework for the art was magnificent! there was however, a slight problem, there was not enough time to make it to Paris for it’s debut on the museum.
The End
He smiled.
She laughed. His buck teeth made her giggle.
Slowly, they leaned closer, swapping secrets like they had known each other for their entire life. For a first date, she was falling helplessly in love.
He noticed. Strangely, he was okay with it.
This was the framework for love.
She was expected to have a framework to explain her approach to her craft. Too bad a skill that is both science and art can be difficult to articulate into a succinct framework. She cringed when comparing herself to the simple yet advanced language of others in describing their crafts.
I sat back and looked at the framework I had done only an hour before. It was sloppy, being my first time on the job. The nails were bent and not all the way into the wood. The wood was splintered and in badly need of sanding and a coat of finish. I was disgusted. A baby could have done a better job.
everything was not. the pictures glistened on every wall, but could not be touched. the sun shone off their edges–smiling faces of families and cars and trees. nothing could stop them but a fire. maybe a fire was all that was needed.
I only wish that I could live without establishing some kind of framework for my life…but how can one entirely eliminate a structure for their future? Even saying that they won’t have one is having one. Catch 22?
Her fingers slowly traced the framework around the picture. It showed her, 5 years earlier, laughing as her and her mother twirled around under the summer sun. Her lily white fingers contrasted against the dark mahogany of the frame. A small tear seeped out of her eye, and with a muffled sob she lay the picture atop her mother’s coffin and turned away.
The framework around the poem was what my dad would call ‘exquisite’. It was pretty nice, all gold and leaves winding around the frame. The poem wasn’t all that great, a fairly dull one by a guy called Frank James.
Dark wood. Thats all the house was. A dark framework of a future existence. Hiding in the rain here was almost as bad with just the framework as it would be without.
pictures, its what surrounds it can be wooden metallic plastic ugly simple beautiful. I think the framework of something is its structure, what surrounds it what holds it up.
one framework, one love. love like framework. you actually don’t have a framework before you fall in love. and also you don’t have any framework before you think about it. Love and framework. It’s both the same thing from my point of a view.
I carefully laid out the framework, each piece set with slow precision- carefully, carefully- and sat back to survey my handiwork. The plan was set, each figure in their place. The game began.
i have no idea what to write about framework. what comes in mind is like a frame and work -.- i’m a disaster i know. i think it’s like the general idea? or something like that… i have what it is like in the tip of my tongue but i’m not exactly sure… framework?
I honestly have no idea what this word really means. All I can think about is picture frames. Like the ones in my room that frame my Broadway posters, or the picture of my grandma, or the one of my cat. But Something tells me it’s not that, and I’m just completely clueless as to what this word means.
The framework of everything. What happens, how it happens, what it will end up to be. We all have framework, a certain build up of things that makes us who we are. What we are really. It’s what brings us together and tears us apart. Makes alike and so different.
Jimmy had been putting frames around things since he was little. In kindergarten, when Ms. Connelly asked the class to draw anything they liked, he spent the entire period drawing a border of vines and flowers, making sure the vines went over and under each other alternately, and cried at the end because he didn’t have time to draw anything in the big white space in the middle. “This is a border,” she told him to write on the big dotted lines. Now he was in college, interning at an educational startup. And he was still making frames. Create a framework for a virtual classroom; that was his job. He couldn’t imagine what he would teach people, so this task naturally fell to him. He longed to fill the center of something.
Framework of the mind is pointless. We all have minds. knowing how they are built won’t change that. Just have to work with what you have. Be who you are, and don’t worry about how you got that way.
I guess it is the thing that contains what is really important. Funny that this word appeared, because I keep failing in the framework when the content goes right. Also, when it comes to life, the framework of the things that I want are defined by others, changing the content
Framework for my life is all over the place right now. I know what I’m supposed to do, but I find it difficult to accomplish. My parents set me in the right direction, but I can’t figure out how to accomplish what they expect of me and what I expect of myself. I’m not sure where this comes from. I want to be big. I want to be happy. How though? There are so many steps and no clear cut way to do it.
the framework in the building was marvelous. Alisia just stared adn stared, then the gravity of the situation hit her. \she was inside a huge castle, stuck, alone with a crazy old man and she was wondering at framework?! WHat was wrong with her? Well, at least there was something to like about this place; the framework.
Framework means structure, right? Hmm. Structure, huh? I just graduated from high school. I might need something like structure.Should at least plan for something to do in the near future… probably.
Framework. Frameworks are good and bad. Good because they give people guidlines and rules to follow. People don’t like to be lost. But they can also be bad. They limit creativity, learning, the ability to find new ways of doing things.
framework is the work of a frame. no longer or shorter than that. no one will ever know the meaning in life. nor in framework. think. just think. wonder why framework exists. for you, is why. for you, belle.
It;s almost time to go, he thoigh to himself, sweat dripping in salty drizzles down his face. He was tired and scared, and god knows something went wrong. He felt the stab of guilt at leaving his daughter back there to die. He knew it was wrong, but she wouldn’t have been able to survive anyways. Atleast one of them had to get out.
After the rain of fire started dropping, almose everyone was killed, and if they weren’t they were fighting to survive. It wasn’t right to live without his daughter, but somehow, it WAS. She would have wanted that for him. Wanted him to live, to find a way to help out, but it was morbid, practically ineffable.
He thought back to when it started. He was in bed, alone, while his daughter.
The frameworks that connect humanity are like a computer’s. Systematic, ordered, only glorified a bit. However, humans and computers are a connection that is undeniable.
this is a framework piece of magic. don’t think about it, just go with it. What i’m about to tell you it top secret, for your eyes/ears only, NO ONE ELSE CAN KNOW ABOUT THIS. There’s a portal around here, you can travel to different dimensions if you can find it.
We’re just laying the framework for something else, he thought. All of this, everything we’ve done, it’s just the framework, the border, the outline, for something else, something greater.
What is this all about?! I have 60 seconds to write about the word framework! Well that is sort of a lame word. It makes me think about constructions and the bones of a house. Now I am wondering what will happen at the end of my time!?
Your fingers weave in and out of mine, like a framework of flesh. I smile up at you, but your eyes are distant. What has become of us? We are so fragile now. A broken picture of what we used to be.
The framework of my life has shattered.
It’s been shattered for about a month now. I am curious as to what I can do with a frame burnt to ash. And everything is gone, everything left as you did. But the framework is broken, my bed is no longer usable without you next to me. It’s my framework, and without it being in order I’ll never work properly.
The framework of her essay was done, now down to the nitty gritty. She needed to do more research on her topic, but, where was she going to find it. Internet….library….who knows…so she went and poured herself a glass of Malbec and toasted the muse.
framework is the building blocks of something. It builds up something and creates the frame for the work you are about to do. It is in teaching, construction, learning, and making friends. This is kind of a dumb word to creatively write about. It’s compound at least.
I looked back and noticed the chipped frame work. Had it really been so long ago? I traced over the paint with my fingers as the tears began to flow down my cheeks like silent streams. How was it possible to hurt as much as it did?
The framework of fear derives from our animal instincts. These fears limit our ability to think but drive us with great power.
the framework for the art was magnificent! there was however, a slight problem, there was not enough time to make it to Paris for it’s debut on the museum.
The End
He smiled.
She laughed. His buck teeth made her giggle.
Slowly, they leaned closer, swapping secrets like they had known each other for their entire life. For a first date, she was falling helplessly in love.
He noticed. Strangely, he was okay with it.
This was the framework for love.
She was expected to have a framework to explain her approach to her craft. Too bad a skill that is both science and art can be difficult to articulate into a succinct framework. She cringed when comparing herself to the simple yet advanced language of others in describing their crafts.
I sat back and looked at the framework I had done only an hour before. It was sloppy, being my first time on the job. The nails were bent and not all the way into the wood. The wood was splintered and in badly need of sanding and a coat of finish. I was disgusted. A baby could have done a better job.
everything was not. the pictures glistened on every wall, but could not be touched. the sun shone off their edges–smiling faces of families and cars and trees. nothing could stop them but a fire. maybe a fire was all that was needed.
I only wish that I could live without establishing some kind of framework for my life…but how can one entirely eliminate a structure for their future? Even saying that they won’t have one is having one. Catch 22?
Her fingers slowly traced the framework around the picture. It showed her, 5 years earlier, laughing as her and her mother twirled around under the summer sun. Her lily white fingers contrasted against the dark mahogany of the frame. A small tear seeped out of her eye, and with a muffled sob she lay the picture atop her mother’s coffin and turned away.
The framework around the poem was what my dad would call ‘exquisite’. It was pretty nice, all gold and leaves winding around the frame. The poem wasn’t all that great, a fairly dull one by a guy called Frank James.
Dark wood. Thats all the house was. A dark framework of a future existence. Hiding in the rain here was almost as bad with just the framework as it would be without.
pictures, its what surrounds it can be wooden metallic plastic ugly simple beautiful. I think the framework of something is its structure, what surrounds it what holds it up.
Everything starts off with it’s own framework if it didn’t exsist , what really would?
one framework, one love. love like framework. you actually don’t have a framework before you fall in love. and also you don’t have any framework before you think about it. Love and framework. It’s both the same thing from my point of a view.
I carefully laid out the framework, each piece set with slow precision- carefully, carefully- and sat back to survey my handiwork. The plan was set, each figure in their place. The game began.
i have no idea what to write about framework. what comes in mind is like a frame and work -.- i’m a disaster i know. i think it’s like the general idea? or something like that… i have what it is like in the tip of my tongue but i’m not exactly sure… framework?
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The framework of her mind was like a complex skyscraper. Her thoughts were in the clouds but i just couldn’t read her thoughts.
I honestly have no idea what this word really means. All I can think about is picture frames. Like the ones in my room that frame my Broadway posters, or the picture of my grandma, or the one of my cat. But Something tells me it’s not that, and I’m just completely clueless as to what this word means.
The framework of everything. What happens, how it happens, what it will end up to be. We all have framework, a certain build up of things that makes us who we are. What we are really. It’s what brings us together and tears us apart. Makes alike and so different.
Jimmy had been putting frames around things since he was little. In kindergarten, when Ms. Connelly asked the class to draw anything they liked, he spent the entire period drawing a border of vines and flowers, making sure the vines went over and under each other alternately, and cried at the end because he didn’t have time to draw anything in the big white space in the middle. “This is a border,” she told him to write on the big dotted lines. Now he was in college, interning at an educational startup. And he was still making frames. Create a framework for a virtual classroom; that was his job. He couldn’t imagine what he would teach people, so this task naturally fell to him. He longed to fill the center of something.
Framework of the mind is pointless. We all have minds. knowing how they are built won’t change that. Just have to work with what you have. Be who you are, and don’t worry about how you got that way.
CONFINE THE BORDER OF LIMITS TO WHICH I CAN WORK WITHIN WHAT DO YOU NEED AND WHAT DO YOU EXPECT THE FOUNDATION OF THE PROJECT THE WRITERS GUIDE TO
I guess it is the thing that contains what is really important. Funny that this word appeared, because I keep failing in the framework when the content goes right. Also, when it comes to life, the framework of the things that I want are defined by others, changing the content
Framework for my life is all over the place right now. I know what I’m supposed to do, but I find it difficult to accomplish. My parents set me in the right direction, but I can’t figure out how to accomplish what they expect of me and what I expect of myself. I’m not sure where this comes from. I want to be big. I want to be happy. How though? There are so many steps and no clear cut way to do it.
the framework in the building was marvelous. Alisia just stared adn stared, then the gravity of the situation hit her. \she was inside a huge castle, stuck, alone with a crazy old man and she was wondering at framework?! WHat was wrong with her? Well, at least there was something to like about this place; the framework.
Framework means structure, right? Hmm. Structure, huh? I just graduated from high school. I might need something like structure.Should at least plan for something to do in the near future… probably.
it is a simple task. framing an obelisk in the gravity of an alternate universe, but what about mass? what about dark angels?
The core of everything.
Framework. Frameworks are good and bad. Good because they give people guidlines and rules to follow. People don’t like to be lost. But they can also be bad. They limit creativity, learning, the ability to find new ways of doing things.
framework is the work of a frame. no longer or shorter than that. no one will ever know the meaning in life. nor in framework. think. just think. wonder why framework exists. for you, is why. for you, belle.
It;s almost time to go, he thoigh to himself, sweat dripping in salty drizzles down his face. He was tired and scared, and god knows something went wrong. He felt the stab of guilt at leaving his daughter back there to die. He knew it was wrong, but she wouldn’t have been able to survive anyways. Atleast one of them had to get out.
After the rain of fire started dropping, almose everyone was killed, and if they weren’t they were fighting to survive. It wasn’t right to live without his daughter, but somehow, it WAS. She would have wanted that for him. Wanted him to live, to find a way to help out, but it was morbid, practically ineffable.
He thought back to when it started. He was in bed, alone, while his daughter.
The frameworks that connect humanity are like a computer’s. Systematic, ordered, only glorified a bit. However, humans and computers are a connection that is undeniable.
this is a framework piece of magic. don’t think about it, just go with it. What i’m about to tell you it top secret, for your eyes/ears only, NO ONE ELSE CAN KNOW ABOUT THIS. There’s a portal around here, you can travel to different dimensions if you can find it.
We’re just laying the framework for something else, he thought. All of this, everything we’ve done, it’s just the framework, the border, the outline, for something else, something greater.