dense, cold, and creepy.
Walk along the road to a gas station through the fog. As you walk it gets thicker and thicker. At one point you wonder if it will ever end, if it will let up and be carried off by the wind.
Two seconds later, a light from ahead shines in your eyes. you walk out into the middle of the street wondering if they will stop and give you a ride. As the lights get closer you can see the car through the fog. Closer closer clear clear… The car doesn’t stop and your still left in the fog to wonder where you are going and if the fog will ever end
boomquesha
No! It’s cliche! I don’t want to write about it. Mystery, misery, fog fog fog! I mean, it’s a neat phenomenon, we don’t see much of it here in Minnesota, but as a literary tool? Pffft. You see what it reduces my writing to? Onomatpoeia. I have no idea how to spell that. But I can spell pffft.
Robert
Nebel is his last name
mystery
dangerous road
hard to see with way to go
melanie
the fog is rising in the horizon. I can’t see anything the fog is too thick for the light to shine through. The dog is barking, I know that he is around here somewhere but with the fog my sense of direction have vanished now I think I will loose my dog
Marman
It’s not cold and it’s not warm. It just is. I can see the buildings in the distance, but they are not too clear. They are somewhat blurred in the thick air which covers them. I can feel my skin getting moist and I can feel my hair getting curled.
k
Fog. Thick, gray, sad. Feelings of disillusionment. Hope. Fog leaves with bad feelings. We all need times of fog.
Chelsea
The fog was thick enough you couldn’t see more than a few inches ahead. After the huge snowfall that fell last night, everything was covered in a thick layer of white, making it even harder to distinguish everything from everything else.
Krys
the fog of the city had barely done so themselves when audrey lifted herself from her bed to have a look at the window. the lights of the city blinked off in the face of the impending sunrise, brights streaks of which could be seen in the east.
gargantua
There is a fog within my skull.
It slows me down and makes me weary.
it is all an illusion.
I have ceased to be.
Orangejuice jackson
It’s thick, isn’t it?… I don’t like it, I can’t see, Help me. I can’t go anywhere in this. James?James? Where did you go? James!
Alex Sinclair
Feels like a dream whenever i see a fog.walking on clouds where road seems aimless and endless.i stop by a cofee shop and look outside the window..nothing has changed i said to myself and as i lay eyes on my coffee it has formed a mystic fog
Evelina
the zombies that live in the fog are once again hungry for mammal brain. not just any mammal but one in particular. the dolphin. strange as it may seem zombies love dolphins. it may have something to do with their large and meaty brains. zombies really love brains. so much so that they can never been in a committed relationship, the brain-eating always gets in the way.
harrison grrgeron
fog, a luminou smoke that doesnt make you choke. surrounds you in a safe haven where you cant be seen. a place where you can ust sit and think about your present, past, and future. your worries,sorrows, morns, happy moments, deaths, lifes and loves and loses. your sanctuary.
Julie Walker
the light was bright and piercing high up in the sky, but down below near the earth, it wasn’t. the atmosphere was thick and gray where we lived, but only could imagine how clean the air was with the birds above
dave n
A thick misty fog of malaise descended upon her spirit as she headed from his room to her own. She realized that she truly had no hope of him ever loving her romantically and would have to content herself with friendship and the very rare physical liason.
Carinn
There, in the dark of night, a fog crept up upon our feet. It flooded the streets, the dark alleys, the corner lights. It seeped into the homes of the sleeping children. This fog engulfed the entire town in its miasma-like grip, covering light, creating only darkness and shadows.
But within the fog there was something else.
Something dangerous.
Something…terrifying.
Claire Rementilla
mist that cover cities and block viewing form far away odd word and even odder phenomenom it is as if a wall goes up right in front of you and beyond is some type of mythical castle or something
conor churchill
The fog lifted, and we saw all that was left. It wasn’t much. The town was going to have a hard time getting everything running again, but everyone was determined. Nothing could stop us from getting what we wanted – not even this.
Matt F
It was a foggy night in Maine. I boarded the ship set sail for London with the world of possibilities at my feet. I was anxious with anticipation for the journey ahead as the cool night air ran through my hair.
Molly C
I drove home alone in the rain. Slowly entering my neighborhood, a thick fog covered the area. It was dark, I couldn’t see where I was driving. I saw headlights up ahead. I wasn’t sure what I saw that night but it wasn’t normal. I hit the brakes in hope to stop in time to catch a glimpse.
Maggie.
fog pours sometimes
into what seems to be a mind
no one of its own
but one made to hold decaying animal parts
its hard to capture
but once you do
you’re an addicted particle of dirt.
Dansare
alone in the fog, again. I whirled around, lost. desparetely seeking some sense of direction. the drinks made me look up. the drinks made me fall down.
i dusted off my boots, the scuffs were pretty bad. What was i doing?
It was a cold and dreary night. The fog has galloped in as a rising packs, quickly consuming those watching from the shore. It shrouded the small town of Inissville in mystery and set the stage for what might be the greatest legend every formed. It was on this night that Suazanne Baker discovered the true meaning of ‘scared to death’.
Kayla Rabinovitch
Fod is the limitations of visibility. A way that the normal densities of the world are played with. Recreating the world around us in a new and inexplicably trapping world. Shielding us from light but also letting us realize we are secure in our coccoons.
Fog is your blanket, your friend, your quicksand.
Raqib
Let’s stand tall in the fog because no one’s watching so let’s not sacrifice our state of mind to become one of them what they want us to be oh please stand with me in the fog we’ll have it all, we have it all stand with me forever tall.
NobodySpecial~
i love the fog. because fog in my country means the harmattan is here and that is my favourite weather of all time. and of cos my favorite period of the year too! christmas! and there’s still harmattan during my birthday in february too!
bose
The light fog was moving slowly across the lake. We knew it was going to be a glorious day. But glorious was not the word we would use to describe the photos we took from the hot air balloon. They were better than that. The fog providing the uniqueness.
Adele
Peering through the thick fog, he watched for some sign of light or life. The noise was all around him, loud and low. He felt something brush his ankle and jumped to the side, his breath catching in his throat.
1977chevy
Cloudy, misty, swirling in every direction. I can’t see, though the mystery excites me. There is is, the fog, always surrounding me. Always I am blinded by the fog.
Marika
It was just that kind of day. Layers like you wouldn’t believe, like mashed potatoes vaporized into the air. I couldn’t see her, but I she said she’d meet me here. I touched the air with my tongue, maybe I could taste her. Then before me there was an opening, and then it was gone, the door to a dream fading from me.
Sam Cunningham
On little cat feet, he said, but I think of the tops of trees with no bottoms, the windshield danger to drive on this river road winding in the dark, the softness hiding whatever might be around the very next curve.
And the silence. Too, too quiet, the land clouds that bring nothing to the ear, nor any comfort.
Not to sleep, not to dream, just to drift endlessly about and around and among, lost, oh, so lost! Never a finding a way, never a gate, never a path, never an end to it.
Krish
I shielded my mind from what I could not fix, and now the fog is permanent. My retinas have atrophied.
Chris Owen
She went through the fog. Hoping to find something. Anything. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular. But something to keep her mind off of what had happened. How could she? He was married. They made love under the cherry blossoms and it was the best she had ever known. She went through the fog and found nothing.
Rimma Zeygerman
fog obscures the sight and sound of things. If you’re driving it can make you completely blind, but if you’re walking it just makes recognition slow. People don;t think about the sound part though.
Barrett Condy
fog dog frog log lost my pog got a job killed myself dead gollie gee gollie wog i’m a pollie wog
kasper
The fog rolls in into the cape cod house by the beach. The thick mist clouds my vision and the sea is lost in the soup. I now wander aimlessly through the moist air being careful of crabs other dangers in the sand.
Jeremy Lessard
I remember that night with you. The sky was so foggy that it felt like we were floating on a cloud. Everything felt like a dream and I never wanted it to end. I’ve never had a feeling like that with anyone else ever again.
God, I miss you.
Sha
My head is foggy and I don’t think it’s only due to the three drinks I downed before calling my ex-boyfriend (who I’m currently sleeping with) to ask if I’m just a summer fuck or if he still loves me. Oh yes, my head is foggy and I’m crying laughing on the grass watching the one eyed squirrel take it’s peanut butter cracker and race back up the tree.
lorilie
I peered through the soupy mist trying to make my way back to the house. I never though such bad weather could roll in so quickly, so I quickened my pace, shivering as I went. Next time I should remember to bring a coat or something. For some reason it felt like I was being followed, but every time I looked behind me there was nothing but the buzz of nearby lights. Even so, I almost broke into a run, reaching my door within seconds.
dense, cold, and creepy.
Walk along the road to a gas station through the fog. As you walk it gets thicker and thicker. At one point you wonder if it will ever end, if it will let up and be carried off by the wind.
Two seconds later, a light from ahead shines in your eyes. you walk out into the middle of the street wondering if they will stop and give you a ride. As the lights get closer you can see the car through the fog. Closer closer clear clear… The car doesn’t stop and your still left in the fog to wonder where you are going and if the fog will ever end
No! It’s cliche! I don’t want to write about it. Mystery, misery, fog fog fog! I mean, it’s a neat phenomenon, we don’t see much of it here in Minnesota, but as a literary tool? Pffft. You see what it reduces my writing to? Onomatpoeia. I have no idea how to spell that. But I can spell pffft.
Nebel is his last name
mystery
dangerous road
hard to see with way to go
the fog is rising in the horizon. I can’t see anything the fog is too thick for the light to shine through. The dog is barking, I know that he is around here somewhere but with the fog my sense of direction have vanished now I think I will loose my dog
It’s not cold and it’s not warm. It just is. I can see the buildings in the distance, but they are not too clear. They are somewhat blurred in the thick air which covers them. I can feel my skin getting moist and I can feel my hair getting curled.
Fog. Thick, gray, sad. Feelings of disillusionment. Hope. Fog leaves with bad feelings. We all need times of fog.
The fog was thick enough you couldn’t see more than a few inches ahead. After the huge snowfall that fell last night, everything was covered in a thick layer of white, making it even harder to distinguish everything from everything else.
the fog of the city had barely done so themselves when audrey lifted herself from her bed to have a look at the window. the lights of the city blinked off in the face of the impending sunrise, brights streaks of which could be seen in the east.
There is a fog within my skull.
It slows me down and makes me weary.
it is all an illusion.
I have ceased to be.
It’s thick, isn’t it?… I don’t like it, I can’t see, Help me. I can’t go anywhere in this. James?James? Where did you go? James!
Feels like a dream whenever i see a fog.walking on clouds where road seems aimless and endless.i stop by a cofee shop and look outside the window..nothing has changed i said to myself and as i lay eyes on my coffee it has formed a mystic fog
the zombies that live in the fog are once again hungry for mammal brain. not just any mammal but one in particular. the dolphin. strange as it may seem zombies love dolphins. it may have something to do with their large and meaty brains. zombies really love brains. so much so that they can never been in a committed relationship, the brain-eating always gets in the way.
fog, a luminou smoke that doesnt make you choke. surrounds you in a safe haven where you cant be seen. a place where you can ust sit and think about your present, past, and future. your worries,sorrows, morns, happy moments, deaths, lifes and loves and loses. your sanctuary.
the light was bright and piercing high up in the sky, but down below near the earth, it wasn’t. the atmosphere was thick and gray where we lived, but only could imagine how clean the air was with the birds above
A thick misty fog of malaise descended upon her spirit as she headed from his room to her own. She realized that she truly had no hope of him ever loving her romantically and would have to content herself with friendship and the very rare physical liason.
There, in the dark of night, a fog crept up upon our feet. It flooded the streets, the dark alleys, the corner lights. It seeped into the homes of the sleeping children. This fog engulfed the entire town in its miasma-like grip, covering light, creating only darkness and shadows.
But within the fog there was something else.
Something dangerous.
Something…terrifying.
mist that cover cities and block viewing form far away odd word and even odder phenomenom it is as if a wall goes up right in front of you and beyond is some type of mythical castle or something
The fog lifted, and we saw all that was left. It wasn’t much. The town was going to have a hard time getting everything running again, but everyone was determined. Nothing could stop us from getting what we wanted – not even this.
It was a foggy night in Maine. I boarded the ship set sail for London with the world of possibilities at my feet. I was anxious with anticipation for the journey ahead as the cool night air ran through my hair.
I drove home alone in the rain. Slowly entering my neighborhood, a thick fog covered the area. It was dark, I couldn’t see where I was driving. I saw headlights up ahead. I wasn’t sure what I saw that night but it wasn’t normal. I hit the brakes in hope to stop in time to catch a glimpse.
fog pours sometimes
into what seems to be a mind
no one of its own
but one made to hold decaying animal parts
its hard to capture
but once you do
you’re an addicted particle of dirt.
alone in the fog, again. I whirled around, lost. desparetely seeking some sense of direction. the drinks made me look up. the drinks made me fall down.
i dusted off my boots, the scuffs were pretty bad. What was i doing?
foggy,frog,froggy,rain,weather,wet,wather,tornado,sun,beach,bronze,sea,holiday,money,things,girls,fuck,love,
It was a cold and dreary night. The fog has galloped in as a rising packs, quickly consuming those watching from the shore. It shrouded the small town of Inissville in mystery and set the stage for what might be the greatest legend every formed. It was on this night that Suazanne Baker discovered the true meaning of ‘scared to death’.
Fod is the limitations of visibility. A way that the normal densities of the world are played with. Recreating the world around us in a new and inexplicably trapping world. Shielding us from light but also letting us realize we are secure in our coccoons.
Fog is your blanket, your friend, your quicksand.
Let’s stand tall in the fog because no one’s watching so let’s not sacrifice our state of mind to become one of them what they want us to be oh please stand with me in the fog we’ll have it all, we have it all stand with me forever tall.
i love the fog. because fog in my country means the harmattan is here and that is my favourite weather of all time. and of cos my favorite period of the year too! christmas! and there’s still harmattan during my birthday in february too!
The light fog was moving slowly across the lake. We knew it was going to be a glorious day. But glorious was not the word we would use to describe the photos we took from the hot air balloon. They were better than that. The fog providing the uniqueness.
Peering through the thick fog, he watched for some sign of light or life. The noise was all around him, loud and low. He felt something brush his ankle and jumped to the side, his breath catching in his throat.
Cloudy, misty, swirling in every direction. I can’t see, though the mystery excites me. There is is, the fog, always surrounding me. Always I am blinded by the fog.
It was just that kind of day. Layers like you wouldn’t believe, like mashed potatoes vaporized into the air. I couldn’t see her, but I she said she’d meet me here. I touched the air with my tongue, maybe I could taste her. Then before me there was an opening, and then it was gone, the door to a dream fading from me.
On little cat feet, he said, but I think of the tops of trees with no bottoms, the windshield danger to drive on this river road winding in the dark, the softness hiding whatever might be around the very next curve.
And the silence. Too, too quiet, the land clouds that bring nothing to the ear, nor any comfort.
Not to sleep, not to dream, just to drift endlessly about and around and among, lost, oh, so lost! Never a finding a way, never a gate, never a path, never an end to it.
I shielded my mind from what I could not fix, and now the fog is permanent. My retinas have atrophied.
She went through the fog. Hoping to find something. Anything. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular. But something to keep her mind off of what had happened. How could she? He was married. They made love under the cherry blossoms and it was the best she had ever known. She went through the fog and found nothing.
fog obscures the sight and sound of things. If you’re driving it can make you completely blind, but if you’re walking it just makes recognition slow. People don;t think about the sound part though.
fog dog frog log lost my pog got a job killed myself dead gollie gee gollie wog i’m a pollie wog
The fog rolls in into the cape cod house by the beach. The thick mist clouds my vision and the sea is lost in the soup. I now wander aimlessly through the moist air being careful of crabs other dangers in the sand.
I remember that night with you. The sky was so foggy that it felt like we were floating on a cloud. Everything felt like a dream and I never wanted it to end. I’ve never had a feeling like that with anyone else ever again.
God, I miss you.
My head is foggy and I don’t think it’s only due to the three drinks I downed before calling my ex-boyfriend (who I’m currently sleeping with) to ask if I’m just a summer fuck or if he still loves me. Oh yes, my head is foggy and I’m crying laughing on the grass watching the one eyed squirrel take it’s peanut butter cracker and race back up the tree.
I peered through the soupy mist trying to make my way back to the house. I never though such bad weather could roll in so quickly, so I quickened my pace, shivering as I went. Next time I should remember to bring a coat or something. For some reason it felt like I was being followed, but every time I looked behind me there was nothing but the buzz of nearby lights. Even so, I almost broke into a run, reaching my door within seconds.