A mystery may never be solved. But that’s the fun of it isn’t it? You can let that mystery become whatever you want it to be. A mystery of a scar can become a tale or heroisim and of adventure. It can make someone interesting. It can let us create a whole world for ourselves.
where that smell came from we’ll never know…it’s a mystery…unsolved. where’s is angela lansbury when you need her?! maybe grisham will do some tests for us.
I once went on a train with my family up to the vineyards. On it, someone died.
Not really died, but we pretended they died. Like Clue. Anyway, we spent the rest of the night eating fantastic food and sipping expensive drinks, all while under the guise of sleuthing for our mystery killer.
i think of stephen king and how many stories he writes. i also think about how i want to write a mystery that keeps people guessing at every turn and has them wanting to come back for more. its something that deep down i really believe i want in life. to write stories, or books. and to write well.
Everything about you is a mystery to me. I know so much about you, but it is all a mystery. Why you notice my hair on my shoulders. Why you still keep me around? Why at all? Do you really think what you say. Yes you do. For you too are a writer. But to a writer the truth means nothing. Especially when writing a mystery.
All i can think about is Sherlock Holmes when i see this. Although I’ve only ever read on book, The Hound of the Baskervilles, i have also seen the movie Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr.
If there was one thing she hated about him, it was the air of mystery he had about him. His dark eyes that were always somehow shaded by his bangs and the way he was never around when she needed him were things that always left her up at three in the morning, questions running through her mind with no answers. It was the fact that she could never know him, no matter how hard she tried to know him that bothered her. But then again, she always did love a good mystery.
The mystery of life is one that goes back to the beginning of time. Why are we here? what are we for? Are we doomed to be wiped off this earth as easily as a fleck of dust from a windowsil. One day man may ascend to godliness, or one day he may be cast down into the dark brimstone of the afterlife. Only time may tell what lies in store for us, as people, as a species.
death is a mystery. We, as a species are fascinated with it, as we are with all mysterious things. We’re curious. And death is the most unknowable thing of all.
Mystery is an interesting subject. Nothing there like cold hard facts; just the idea that there are too many set facts in this world that nobody can always be right. Mystery. A wonderful thing.
When I think of mystery’s I think of nancy drew. I saw the movie once, the one with Emma Roberts. It was kind of a bad movie. But I also think of how in 4th grade, my class studied mystery’s. It was such a fun year
i don’t know what it is. i don’t know why its there. its just…there.
I don’t understand it, but i want to.
I don’t comprehend it, but I crave to.
I want nothing more than to stop the lingering enigma from plaguing me another hour
The Bible is a mystery thriller with no historical evidence. Did you know that the forever popular, Thriller, by Michael Jackson is about zombies? The Bible is now a science-fiction novel since the protagonist, Jesus, was a zombie.
Life has become a mystery. It always was; it takes time for one to realize that. We think we know what happens next, that life is just routine, and most of the time it is, until some turns the opposite direction, and you adjust. it’s a cycle.
“Ah, what a restful sleep!” declared Tim with his arms outstretched above his head. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“What in blazes?” He cried. None of his surroundings were familiar at all. He could have sworn he went to sleep in his single bed in his suburban house. Now he found himself on a pile of straw in a barn. A really old barn by the looks of things.
in the mystery of the world, a find is a plesure most uncommon. in flight it calls the weary traveler to it’s virgin shore and beckons a reconcilliance with the mother. in this we see the truth come out above the rest.
It’s a mystery that anyone ever cared about me. I was broken, stupid, something that shopkeepers would hide in the back so no one would want to buy me until I was placed on clearance, 90% off. Even then, I would be bought by someone who thought they could pull me to pieces and only acknowledge the good to morph it into their own ideas. I couldn’t be what I wanted to be, that’s never good enough.
a mystery is something that happens that has no evidence of the past events, such as the werewolf it is a mystery because no one has seen it, much like bigfoot. they are not seemingly existing but some people like to claim that they have seen one of these creatures or gods. god is a mystery. ( i think more of a myth) and we may never know the answers to all these mysteries such as the mystery of life.
Again with this mystery prompt. Again, the only thing I ever think about with this word is, “OHHHH MY GOODNESS. WE MUST SOLVE A MYSTERIOUS MYSTERY WITH THE HELP OF OUR RETARDED DOG.” featuring really fucking high teenagers with severe munchy issues. And a guy in the mask somewhere around there.
Everything you say is a complete mystery to me. The simplest hello can have me perplexed for weeks. People say love is simple, but with us, nothing ever seems to be simple at all.
What are we doing?
hidden topic, something 6ou eon5 kow but intreegs you very cool and interesting something you wnat to know but cant unknowing to you how much youwish you knew what this was or why it happened or where it is but you cant its not something your ever going to kknow
life. gone so quick. purpose is a mystery and everything else along with it. love, happiness, anger, jealousy, all a mystery. think about it. nothing makes sense which is why it is all so interesting to deal with.
Why do we do what we do, and see what we see? Is it because we are not real and they are not real? Is the only thing real them or me or us? A sea of faces and places that is not real. It is truly a mystery, a real and true mystery. Who are we? We are the faces on the moon and the “who” when they call out. We are the watchers and the waiters.
Cerró sus ojos, tratando de encontrarse así misma. No pudo: sólo encontró misterio. Se perdión más y más, hasta que olvidó quién era ella. Se perdió en sí misma.
James Morison was obsessed with the family mystery. Was it the look in his mother’s eyes every night as she kissed him goodnight, an almost sad-melancholy look. Or was it the way his father always avoided eye contact when the topic of their past came up? James did not know. All he knew is that his parents were hiding a secret from him, one that could and would change his life forever.
A cool night was aproching the damp strrets of london and everything was getting foggy. Annabella was becoming a little groggy and lost in her thoughts and on the streets.
Is something. but what is it. do you know? does any one? what is it? when you find out its not a mystery anymore. so what is it before. before we know. will we ever know. i hope not. :)
mystery is a mystery when a mystery is in order people usually just try to solve the problem or find out clues to the cause of this mystery. Many things are mystery and the people of earth still need to find them out.
Death is a mystery. Well, not necessarily the process of death itself, but what happens after death. Some people speculate that nothing happens, and only an empty blackness takes place afterwards. But there are others who believe in a different life, one either much better or completely worse than what they could possibly image, all decided by their own choices.
Not every little thing can be viewed as a mystery. There are some known things in our world and the mystery of life is what makes getting out of bed in the morning possible. We wake up and sit there for a few minutes and debate whether or not it is a good time to get up, but then we come to the conclusion that getting up and out is only going to bring us closer to learning what the day has in story and what new mysteries will be unraveled.
We laugh we love we cry we hate. How do humans emotions make any sense at all? How does life exist, how is it possible to fall in love with something that is exactly what you are, yet its own unique being?? This is life, this is a mystery.
The mystery of it all is what decided it for me. After meeting the boy who called himself “The Recruiter” it was no wonder that I would want to go and find out more about this club he gave me the card for. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like they’d just kidnap me. Of course they wouldn’t do that. Right? RIGHT?!
Mystery has a different sense of purpose to us all, whether it be in a person or in a book. However, mystery is a different and essential part of every day life. It makes things exciting, and spontanious, and life enjoyable. Without mystery, things would be foreseeable, and whom likes a boring day? No one.
mystery is like game in the 25 hrs of the day 40 times a week i love the sound of muffins everywhere all around town i know mysters are hard to figure out there ment to be like that or else its not a mystery or anything i know why you do that to me huh
A mystery may never be solved. But that’s the fun of it isn’t it? You can let that mystery become whatever you want it to be. A mystery of a scar can become a tale or heroisim and of adventure. It can make someone interesting. It can let us create a whole world for ourselves.
where that smell came from we’ll never know…it’s a mystery…unsolved. where’s is angela lansbury when you need her?! maybe grisham will do some tests for us.
I once went on a train with my family up to the vineyards. On it, someone died.
Not really died, but we pretended they died. Like Clue. Anyway, we spent the rest of the night eating fantastic food and sipping expensive drinks, all while under the guise of sleuthing for our mystery killer.
i think of stephen king and how many stories he writes. i also think about how i want to write a mystery that keeps people guessing at every turn and has them wanting to come back for more. its something that deep down i really believe i want in life. to write stories, or books. and to write well.
Everything about you is a mystery to me. I know so much about you, but it is all a mystery. Why you notice my hair on my shoulders. Why you still keep me around? Why at all? Do you really think what you say. Yes you do. For you too are a writer. But to a writer the truth means nothing. Especially when writing a mystery.
All i can think about is Sherlock Holmes when i see this. Although I’ve only ever read on book, The Hound of the Baskervilles, i have also seen the movie Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr.
If there was one thing she hated about him, it was the air of mystery he had about him. His dark eyes that were always somehow shaded by his bangs and the way he was never around when she needed him were things that always left her up at three in the morning, questions running through her mind with no answers. It was the fact that she could never know him, no matter how hard she tried to know him that bothered her. But then again, she always did love a good mystery.
something that you dont know about. its a puzzle. like mythbusters busts mysteries. mysteries can be in books. mysteries are just intriguing.
The mystery of life is one that goes back to the beginning of time. Why are we here? what are we for? Are we doomed to be wiped off this earth as easily as a fleck of dust from a windowsil. One day man may ascend to godliness, or one day he may be cast down into the dark brimstone of the afterlife. Only time may tell what lies in store for us, as people, as a species.
death is a mystery. We, as a species are fascinated with it, as we are with all mysterious things. We’re curious. And death is the most unknowable thing of all.
Mystery is an interesting subject. Nothing there like cold hard facts; just the idea that there are too many set facts in this world that nobody can always be right. Mystery. A wonderful thing.
questions
help?
when?
people
love
time
ancient
secrets
false
betrayal
wants
misery
leading
When I think of mystery’s I think of nancy drew. I saw the movie once, the one with Emma Roberts. It was kind of a bad movie. But I also think of how in 4th grade, my class studied mystery’s. It was such a fun year
i don’t know what it is. i don’t know why its there. its just…there.
I don’t understand it, but i want to.
I don’t comprehend it, but I crave to.
I want nothing more than to stop the lingering enigma from plaguing me another hour
The Bible is a mystery thriller with no historical evidence. Did you know that the forever popular, Thriller, by Michael Jackson is about zombies? The Bible is now a science-fiction novel since the protagonist, Jesus, was a zombie.
Life has become a mystery. It always was; it takes time for one to realize that. We think we know what happens next, that life is just routine, and most of the time it is, until some turns the opposite direction, and you adjust. it’s a cycle.
“Ah, what a restful sleep!” declared Tim with his arms outstretched above his head. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“What in blazes?” He cried. None of his surroundings were familiar at all. He could have sworn he went to sleep in his single bed in his suburban house. Now he found himself on a pile of straw in a barn. A really old barn by the looks of things.
Something mysterious was going on.
in the mystery of the world, a find is a plesure most uncommon. in flight it calls the weary traveler to it’s virgin shore and beckons a reconcilliance with the mother. in this we see the truth come out above the rest.
It’s a mystery that anyone ever cared about me. I was broken, stupid, something that shopkeepers would hide in the back so no one would want to buy me until I was placed on clearance, 90% off. Even then, I would be bought by someone who thought they could pull me to pieces and only acknowledge the good to morph it into their own ideas. I couldn’t be what I wanted to be, that’s never good enough.
a mystery is something that happens that has no evidence of the past events, such as the werewolf it is a mystery because no one has seen it, much like bigfoot. they are not seemingly existing but some people like to claim that they have seen one of these creatures or gods. god is a mystery. ( i think more of a myth) and we may never know the answers to all these mysteries such as the mystery of life.
Again with this mystery prompt. Again, the only thing I ever think about with this word is, “OHHHH MY GOODNESS. WE MUST SOLVE A MYSTERIOUS MYSTERY WITH THE HELP OF OUR RETARDED DOG.” featuring really fucking high teenagers with severe munchy issues. And a guy in the mask somewhere around there.
“My stair-ee” is how I read that word. My-art. I need to paint more. Swirl the brush around, feel the oil on my fingertips. I miss it.
Everything you say is a complete mystery to me. The simplest hello can have me perplexed for weeks. People say love is simple, but with us, nothing ever seems to be simple at all.
What are we doing?
hidden topic, something 6ou eon5 kow but intreegs you very cool and interesting something you wnat to know but cant unknowing to you how much youwish you knew what this was or why it happened or where it is but you cant its not something your ever going to kknow
life. gone so quick. purpose is a mystery and everything else along with it. love, happiness, anger, jealousy, all a mystery. think about it. nothing makes sense which is why it is all so interesting to deal with.
Why do we do what we do, and see what we see? Is it because we are not real and they are not real? Is the only thing real them or me or us? A sea of faces and places that is not real. It is truly a mystery, a real and true mystery. Who are we? We are the faces on the moon and the “who” when they call out. We are the watchers and the waiters.
Cerró sus ojos, tratando de encontrarse así misma. No pudo: sólo encontró misterio. Se perdión más y más, hasta que olvidó quién era ella. Se perdió en sí misma.
It’s a mystery to me, she said.
What’s a mystery? he asked, looking up from his book with a hint of annoyance.
Why she didn’t choose to speak to you first before acting.
Wait a minute; backtrack — what are we talking about again, did Janice actually choose to sneak into his office after all?
Her smirk is a riddle
Her mind is a mystery.
Yet one look in her eyes
And they tell her life’s history.
astrasngethinghappenedtheotherdaymyspacebarstopedworking,iamnotsurewhy.itisamysteryofsorts,andtobefrankeverythingisasitshouldbeinaway.
James Morison was obsessed with the family mystery. Was it the look in his mother’s eyes every night as she kissed him goodnight, an almost sad-melancholy look. Or was it the way his father always avoided eye contact when the topic of their past came up? James did not know. All he knew is that his parents were hiding a secret from him, one that could and would change his life forever.
A cool night was aproching the damp strrets of london and everything was getting foggy. Annabella was becoming a little groggy and lost in her thoughts and on the streets.
Is something. but what is it. do you know? does any one? what is it? when you find out its not a mystery anymore. so what is it before. before we know. will we ever know. i hope not. :)
mystery is a mystery when a mystery is in order people usually just try to solve the problem or find out clues to the cause of this mystery. Many things are mystery and the people of earth still need to find them out.
Death is a mystery. Well, not necessarily the process of death itself, but what happens after death. Some people speculate that nothing happens, and only an empty blackness takes place afterwards. But there are others who believe in a different life, one either much better or completely worse than what they could possibly image, all decided by their own choices.
Not every little thing can be viewed as a mystery. There are some known things in our world and the mystery of life is what makes getting out of bed in the morning possible. We wake up and sit there for a few minutes and debate whether or not it is a good time to get up, but then we come to the conclusion that getting up and out is only going to bring us closer to learning what the day has in story and what new mysteries will be unraveled.
We laugh we love we cry we hate. How do humans emotions make any sense at all? How does life exist, how is it possible to fall in love with something that is exactly what you are, yet its own unique being?? This is life, this is a mystery.
The mystery of it all is what decided it for me. After meeting the boy who called himself “The Recruiter” it was no wonder that I would want to go and find out more about this club he gave me the card for. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like they’d just kidnap me. Of course they wouldn’t do that. Right? RIGHT?!
Mystery has a different sense of purpose to us all, whether it be in a person or in a book. However, mystery is a different and essential part of every day life. It makes things exciting, and spontanious, and life enjoyable. Without mystery, things would be foreseeable, and whom likes a boring day? No one.
mystery is like game in the 25 hrs of the day 40 times a week i love the sound of muffins everywhere all around town i know mysters are hard to figure out there ment to be like that or else its not a mystery or anything i know why you do that to me huh