wove

Suddenly, I find myself replaying every single one of the stories Grandma used to tell me—stories of gods who wove webs of deceit, and of monsters that went bump in the night.

Practicing the opposite of all that she had been taught, she wove together the most boring, dull, tedious, and uninteresting bits of every speech she knew.

She wove through the crowd, sprinted down streets, leaped across intersections.

Updike was surrounded by both familial love and extramarital excitements, from which he wove his fiction.

He studied their individual tics and mannerisms to find the things that people across the world might only note subconsciously, and wove them into his caricatures.