The mist was heavy and through it you could glimpse the world. Clouded in mystery and doubt my heart pounded. My surroundings were vague, my intentions unclear, but I dream. Without fear.
i dont usually have my eyes open when the mist is out but if i am ill be sure to make for the next time this word comes up. I will be prepared. Yaaaaaahhhhh
the air was damp as Katy stepped out of her English flat and breathed in rain air. it smelled wonderful as a breeze blew mist into her hair created tiny droplets
in the midst of the mist sprung rain-tormented lives, dancing in the abyssal void of the piquant butter-blue valley. She was certain it was time, as misty-field residue licked her milch-cow thighs.
Mist. That’s water vapor in the air isn’t it? Brings to mind the cover of the movie where this girl and boy are trapped on an island together. She’s dressed in animal skin and has blonde hair and blue eyes. Shes sexy. Maybe there’s mist in this movie I’m not too sure..Oh and I think the name of it is blue lagoon. We’re talking about mist, right?
it descended apon the town so quick no one had time to finish what they were doing. A shroud of cold, and it made Stevie’s skin prickle and eyes squint.
The misty banks of the dreaming shore glittered in the moonlight. Waves cascaded diamond encrusted thoughts upon the hazy sands of slumber. And just behind the fog, hid the beast of un-dared hope.
In the mist of forever, I called your name. Wherever you are, I hope you heard me. We had our time together — we thought it would be forever, but life got in our way. I have no wish to disrupt your life, only to let you know that I still love you in the best ways possible.
He walked throught the mist, wary and uncertain. “What would he find?” “Would the others believe him?” Irregardless he pressed onwards, hoping he finds what he saw the night before.
The mist arose from the Spokane River, hanging on the wind in an air stream, circling the hilltop, and drifting away toward Liberty Lake. SO wish I had my camera with me that evening. I ran home and drove back … but it’d wafted away.
“As a species, we’re fundamentally insane. Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. Why do you think we invented politics and religion?”
I love mist at twilight, when the street lights come on. It makes everything glow like an Impressionistic painting. It hides flaws and makes everything appear more beautiful than the glare of a noonday sun.
As I walked through the misty forest, my footsteps utterly light, like a butterflies wings, my mind reflected on what had just happened. I honestly couldn’t believe what I had done. How could I have let this happen?
In the mist of the dawn, we sat. We didn’t wonder. Our minds were blank. It was a beautiful setting with the trees all around us and they were so tall I couldn’t see the sky. It was dark, green, and mystic. I couldn’t think of anything. I had a black blank mind.
mist is pretty and stuff I like to see it especially on mountains and whatnot in the morning yeah thats nice i hate it when we have to run during sports practice its like giving your lungs a workout which suckssss you know? yeah. obnoxious. so pretty rainbows from mist yeah. i know. yea
it is a four-letter word. purple mist? i do not know were i got that but i did somewhere. i confess i have not a durn clue what connotatiopns that might have. Who engineerd this combination? it reminds me very forcibly of chloromphenicol. ido hope i got that word correct and that i have not confused it with something else. in other words i hope that my brain has furnished me with the correct name for the chemical combination i mean to
convey. if not i happen to be quite mist the boat and have sadly lost my way
in a confouded purple HAZE (104 word, i tink)
The mist was think. Vision was clouded by the dense mass of formless vapor, and not even the front part of the ship could be seen. The captain closed his eyes; prayed to heaven. Nothing happened. He decided it was worthless to keep trying, so he closed his eyes once again, pulled the trigger and killed the mist.
i miss only one thing about school busses. every morning, on the way to school, the mist would always create a creepy feel over the town. i felt like i was in another country. it inspired me. it was peaceful. it was beautiful. but that’s the only thing i miss about riding that nasty school bus.
the mist descended in the night as sally walked home from the party. how weird that just as they were talking about strange occurrences in the night, she should happen to walk outside and find herself suddenly surrounded by a fine curtain of mist….
It was dark when they crept up to the castle walls. Rynauld started to climb, but the top of the wall was obscured by the fog that had crept in. He was afraid of it, even though he knew it was silly to be afraid of a mist; but it had blown in when their was no wind, and centered on the castle alone, it seemed. It was wholly unnatural, and did not bode well for the mission.
The mist settled onto the fresh green grass creating crystal orbs of dew that refracted the early morning sunlight, creating a kaliedascope of colors across the lawn. Peaceful, quiet reverie…
Cecil and Kain stood near the end of the cave as the mist started to gather and swirl above their heads.
“Leave…thiss…placcccee….” The haunting voice echoed throughout the cave.
Suddenly, the hissing mist gathering was interrupted by a large roar. The mist had taken the form of a gigantic wyvern! Cecil and Kain readied themselves.
the ride out had been beautiful
sunshine tickled our hair and caressed our eyelids
we were happy, well rested, and ready.
the long weekend was over before it had a chance to start
and the rain was beginning to fall
covered in rain ponchos our exhausted faces became covered with the well known mixture of sweat and rain
the boat arrived to bring us back home
and all of us were ready to hunker down in the warmth and catch a nap
but of course, as it feels always happens with this group, we were not so lucky.
“Main deck’s full, kids. head on up to the top.”
the top of this twenty foot shuttle boat
with fifteen foot waves.
there we were in the misty rain and raging lake
no longer able to view the island we’d left and still unable to see the shore
there we sat.
misting rain, covered in sweat and lakewater
exhausted, yet somehow happy.
The little family lived behind the waterfall and ate moss. One day, the mother said she was going to leave their home to get some ice cream sandwiches. The children didn’t even know what ice cream sandwiches were, so they cried and cried; and their cries were indistinguishable from the sound of the waterfall.
You could barely feel it. Like ghostly fingers running over your skin, making you shiver and feel full of something, an unknown presence you can’t begin to explain but it fills you up until you feel like you’re going to cry. Until your heart is so close to bursting.
The sky misted down. I looked up, squinting with curious eyes. However, I quickly learnt that it was not the sky misting, but a small hose above me, greeting me into this water park. There were tall trees and a large arch, welcoming all who entered. It was cool and refreshing, blessing all who entered in as a glittering rainbow phased them through.
The mist was dense and low on the cool West Bay water. Yogi stood with his front paws on the end of the wet sand, and leaned down each time a wave swept in. It gave me a chuckle on this early fall morning because he was always about two seconds too late to actually drink the water.
Mist. Fog. Rain. Eerie. Sleep. Through the mist, he saw her for the first time. Her long hair covering her back. But when she turned around, she was faceless.
Yeah, I’m not sure where I’m going with this either.
Her breath was gradually choked by his mist; overpowering her in such a way that her mind swam in complete unconsciousness, intoxicating her every limb and rationality.
The mist hasn’t faded yet, and it’s past noon. That’s a bad sign. That means that they will be wandering. It means we have to be on guard. When they wander, bad things happen. People die. Animals disappear. Villages are destroyed.
Zombies leave nothing standing.
water vapor.
cold.
wet.
out side.
water.
morning.
fog.
mist.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
you came through the mist
like a savior
and now i owe my life to you.
next time, stay hidden.
The mist was heavy and through it you could glimpse the world. Clouded in mystery and doubt my heart pounded. My surroundings were vague, my intentions unclear, but I dream. Without fear.
i dont usually have my eyes open when the mist is out but if i am ill be sure to make for the next time this word comes up. I will be prepared. Yaaaaaahhhhh
the air was damp as Katy stepped out of her English flat and breathed in rain air. it smelled wonderful as a breeze blew mist into her hair created tiny droplets
in the midst of the mist sprung rain-tormented lives, dancing in the abyssal void of the piquant butter-blue valley. She was certain it was time, as misty-field residue licked her milch-cow thighs.
Mist. That’s water vapor in the air isn’t it? Brings to mind the cover of the movie where this girl and boy are trapped on an island together. She’s dressed in animal skin and has blonde hair and blue eyes. Shes sexy. Maybe there’s mist in this movie I’m not too sure..Oh and I think the name of it is blue lagoon. We’re talking about mist, right?
Descending from the mountains into the green valleys. Like very slow, vaporous rain.
The fog blew out breaths, causing a severely pale mist to appear in front of my eyes, nearly blinding me.
I hate walking in the rain or fog without an umbrella. I’m the type who’d do flips and splits on accident because she can’t see well enough.
it descended apon the town so quick no one had time to finish what they were doing. A shroud of cold, and it made Stevie’s skin prickle and eyes squint.
There was mist around the house, creating a haunted house look.
No one dared to enter the house.
The mist covered the field making it impossible to see farther than ten feet. It was a deep heavy mist.
The misty banks of the dreaming shore glittered in the moonlight. Waves cascaded diamond encrusted thoughts upon the hazy sands of slumber. And just behind the fog, hid the beast of un-dared hope.
Your scent fills my mind like the morning mist blankets over the fields of green as the sun’s light warms the earth.
Your image is rooted into the soil of my brain, sprouting into lovely thoughts and colors.
I couldn’t get you out of my head even if I tried.
In the mist of forever, I called your name. Wherever you are, I hope you heard me. We had our time together — we thought it would be forever, but life got in our way. I have no wish to disrupt your life, only to let you know that I still love you in the best ways possible.
He walked throught the mist, wary and uncertain. “What would he find?” “Would the others believe him?” Irregardless he pressed onwards, hoping he finds what he saw the night before.
The mist arose from the Spokane River, hanging on the wind in an air stream, circling the hilltop, and drifting away toward Liberty Lake. SO wish I had my camera with me that evening. I ran home and drove back … but it’d wafted away.
“As a species, we’re fundamentally insane. Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. Why do you think we invented politics and religion?”
I like the word mist.
Rare. Free. Lovely.
I feel like waking up early in the morning, wanting it to fall on my face. ;)
I love mist at twilight, when the street lights come on. It makes everything glow like an Impressionistic painting. It hides flaws and makes everything appear more beautiful than the glare of a noonday sun.
As I walked through the misty forest, my footsteps utterly light, like a butterflies wings, my mind reflected on what had just happened. I honestly couldn’t believe what I had done. How could I have let this happen?
In the mist of the dawn, we sat. We didn’t wonder. Our minds were blank. It was a beautiful setting with the trees all around us and they were so tall I couldn’t see the sky. It was dark, green, and mystic. I couldn’t think of anything. I had a black blank mind.
mist is pretty and stuff I like to see it especially on mountains and whatnot in the morning yeah thats nice i hate it when we have to run during sports practice its like giving your lungs a workout which suckssss you know? yeah. obnoxious. so pretty rainbows from mist yeah. i know. yea
it is a four-letter word. purple mist? i do not know were i got that but i did somewhere. i confess i have not a durn clue what connotatiopns that might have. Who engineerd this combination? it reminds me very forcibly of chloromphenicol. ido hope i got that word correct and that i have not confused it with something else. in other words i hope that my brain has furnished me with the correct name for the chemical combination i mean to
convey. if not i happen to be quite mist the boat and have sadly lost my way
in a confouded purple HAZE (104 word, i tink)
the young ship captain drew his telescope attempting to pierce the thick mist, but alas to no avail.
The mist was think. Vision was clouded by the dense mass of formless vapor, and not even the front part of the ship could be seen. The captain closed his eyes; prayed to heaven. Nothing happened. He decided it was worthless to keep trying, so he closed his eyes once again, pulled the trigger and killed the mist.
i miss only one thing about school busses. every morning, on the way to school, the mist would always create a creepy feel over the town. i felt like i was in another country. it inspired me. it was peaceful. it was beautiful. but that’s the only thing i miss about riding that nasty school bus.
the mist descended in the night as sally walked home from the party. how weird that just as they were talking about strange occurrences in the night, she should happen to walk outside and find herself suddenly surrounded by a fine curtain of mist….
It was dark when they crept up to the castle walls. Rynauld started to climb, but the top of the wall was obscured by the fog that had crept in. He was afraid of it, even though he knew it was silly to be afraid of a mist; but it had blown in when their was no wind, and centered on the castle alone, it seemed. It was wholly unnatural, and did not bode well for the mission.
The mist settled onto the fresh green grass creating crystal orbs of dew that refracted the early morning sunlight, creating a kaliedascope of colors across the lawn. Peaceful, quiet reverie…
“Wait! The mist is gathering!”
Cecil and Kain stood near the end of the cave as the mist started to gather and swirl above their heads.
“Leave…thiss…placcccee….” The haunting voice echoed throughout the cave.
Suddenly, the hissing mist gathering was interrupted by a large roar. The mist had taken the form of a gigantic wyvern! Cecil and Kain readied themselves.
“Time to fight, Kain.”
the ride out had been beautiful
sunshine tickled our hair and caressed our eyelids
we were happy, well rested, and ready.
the long weekend was over before it had a chance to start
and the rain was beginning to fall
covered in rain ponchos our exhausted faces became covered with the well known mixture of sweat and rain
the boat arrived to bring us back home
and all of us were ready to hunker down in the warmth and catch a nap
but of course, as it feels always happens with this group, we were not so lucky.
“Main deck’s full, kids. head on up to the top.”
the top of this twenty foot shuttle boat
with fifteen foot waves.
there we were in the misty rain and raging lake
no longer able to view the island we’d left and still unable to see the shore
there we sat.
misting rain, covered in sweat and lakewater
exhausted, yet somehow happy.
The little family lived behind the waterfall and ate moss. One day, the mother said she was going to leave their home to get some ice cream sandwiches. The children didn’t even know what ice cream sandwiches were, so they cried and cried; and their cries were indistinguishable from the sound of the waterfall.
You could barely feel it. Like ghostly fingers running over your skin, making you shiver and feel full of something, an unknown presence you can’t begin to explain but it fills you up until you feel like you’re going to cry. Until your heart is so close to bursting.
The sky misted down. I looked up, squinting with curious eyes. However, I quickly learnt that it was not the sky misting, but a small hose above me, greeting me into this water park. There were tall trees and a large arch, welcoming all who entered. It was cool and refreshing, blessing all who entered in as a glittering rainbow phased them through.
The mist was dense and low on the cool West Bay water. Yogi stood with his front paws on the end of the wet sand, and leaned down each time a wave swept in. It gave me a chuckle on this early fall morning because he was always about two seconds too late to actually drink the water.
from the mist i see myself rising… a healthy woman who is able to walk
who feels good
who is holding her head up high
from the mist the woman has no beast living in her brain… there is no such thing as the beast in the mist….
from the mist comes the healing nature of the universe… it heals all… but first one must find the mist and live within the mist… always…
Mist. Fog. Rain. Eerie. Sleep. Through the mist, he saw her for the first time. Her long hair covering her back. But when she turned around, she was faceless.
Yeah, I’m not sure where I’m going with this either.
Her breath was gradually choked by his mist; overpowering her in such a way that her mind swam in complete unconsciousness, intoxicating her every limb and rationality.
The mist hasn’t faded yet, and it’s past noon. That’s a bad sign. That means that they will be wandering. It means we have to be on guard. When they wander, bad things happen. People die. Animals disappear. Villages are destroyed.
Zombies leave nothing standing.