Fabricated Synonym Novels & Stories

My doing. “There are several potential ramifications when someone loses such significant parts of their personal history,” Dr. Ellis went on, leaning forward slightly, his expression earnest. “One concern is confabulation. The brain, in its attempt to create a coherent narrative, abhors a vacuum. If there are gaps in memory, especially emotionally significant ones, the individual might unconsciously fill those gaps with fabricated memories. These aren’t deliberate lies, mind you; they’re often sincere, but entirely untrue narratives designed to make sense of their past. It’s a form of unconscious self-deception.” The word ‘fabricated’ hit me like a physical blow. Adrian, creating a new past,

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

Nobody else had the right to do so. "Uncle Jasper, are you confused?" With a serious look, Mabel said, "Did you forget about what 'fake' means? Terms like counterfeit, imitation, forgery, and knockoff are common in our trade!" Jasper blushed. Of course, he understood all those things. He just wanted a chance to talk to the pretty Alexia. He'd thought that Alexia would certainly give him a detailed explanation if he humbly asked her. But Alexia did not even spare him a glance.

The whole building reminded her of a giant rubix cube that was mid turn to having the colors shifted. The inside however was very clinical, and clean not much color lots of dark tones and subdued greys. Large black vases with fake plants that must have costed a pretty penny as she barely was able to notice it was indeed fake. Embarrassingly enough she could only tell when she poked the soil and felt the foam give a little. Some foam came off in her hand she discreetly covered the small foamless spot with some of the fake roots. That was when her name had been called so she quickly brushed off her hands and headed into the interview.

And Sabatine, the ghost in the machine, faced a crisis not of strategy, but of faith. The evidence Roland had fabricated was terrifyingly good. Sabatine, with his operative’s eye for detail, could see the craft in it. The forged emails used phraseology Anton would use. The financial manipulations were layered over real, complex transactions that only someone with Anton’s access could truly understand. The technical flaws in the fake Aegis schematics were plausible enough to pass a cursory inspection by an expert.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

I looked back at the almost anxious eyes of my friend. He was asking me to make this real. Did that mean our fake relationship? The sudden shift in our relationship? What did he mean? I was confused. I didn’t know what to say and as an awkward silence fell between us, Zaine stepped back a little, creating space between us. My body was suddenly missing the heat of his. My eyes searched my friend's face, but he gave nothing away, simply nodding slightly.