The maze stood before them, an intricate pattern of squared green hedges. They approached the entrance, the sweet scent of garden filling the air.
Nina
It was more of a maze than a minefield. I felt he was overreacting, but what can you do? He reckoned it was a situation fraught with potential danger and certain problems, but I just couldn’t help but see it as an exciting challenge. I guess that was the difference between us.
There are many mazes in the world, I think, both figurative and literal. Those of the literal variety are usually much more interesting when they take the form of labyrinths, given that labyrinths have such an extensive history and cultural background. In fact, I own a book that deals with this exact theme, replete with images of famous mazes and how they came to be.
Frank Abagnale Jr.
I’m lost. The synapses and turns of my brain are bending, I didn’t keep my hand on the wall. Things still hurt, I still smile.
Whenever I reply to something, I feel morbid, speaking of banging on walls and struggling not to get lost. Why not write about getting out of the maze instead of getting stuck in it?
a maze is lot like our modern society. people blindly walkin around, with no idea where they are going, why they traversing the path they’re on, or even an idea of where they came from. It a-mazes me that so many can be so clueless
One corridor after the next, clutching my forms and hoping that I will see the department I am looking for. I thought I had it about an hour ago, but it was 16a part ii, which was right, but my form did not have the correct stamp. More searching, soon the administration will be complete. But 36 hours in I have still not been able to obtain a tax disc for my car.
i love solving mazes its always fun because you have to make the choice of the right path. i love corn mazes , even though i’ve never been in one, its 3-D and a real adventure especially when you have chainsaws chasing you around everywhere. the labrinth is a maze that no one can solve or so it is said and if you enter it you are stuck in it forever and then you get eaten by the minotaur. Mazes are amazing in my opinion and they are always full of suprises.
Maze is like a group of passages that have dead ends or is the way out. If you need an example well with ants sometimes you can put a group of ants in an ant maze and watch them go through all the passages ways.
Wandering around I had thought that it would be easy to clear my head. I thought that breathing the fresh air and smelling the roses would cure me of my lack of enthusiasm and enspire me to weave a path through the maze. I found instead that I looked at the path and ground my teeth in a haze of thoughts, a tisane brewing within me of bitter bile.
Her mind was a maze. Complicated strings of thoughts, ideas and emotions linked together almost randomly. I couldn’t discern any pattern or organisation. It wasn’t like a man’s brain. Order and logic held no meaning here. Finding out what she thinks about me will be like finding a needle in a haystack, even with my new abilities. Damnit.
yesterday, i felt like i was in a maze. i kept taking left turns. as many as i came upon, until i would hit a wall. at the next choice, i turned right and then left again. then right, right, left, until i was standing smack dab in the middle of awesome and it was good to be alive.
kristen
maze is a mystery that you can play or get lost in.
Matthew
they are just … amazing! so crazy you could lose your mind!
jb
confusing
corn
Halloween
fall
harry potter
mysterious
carrigen farms
Ashley Morris
Szedł coraz dalej nie mając pojęcia co było za nim. Wiedział, że nie wróci ale i nie chciał wracać. Podniecała go myśl o tym, że idzie drogą, z której po raz pierwszy naprawdę nie ma powrotu. Pomyślał przez chwilę, że jest masochistą i dostał bolesnej erekcji.
Żebro
I think of corn. When I was younger, I went to corn mazes with my mother and brother. There people would intentionally get lost and then find there way back out to the outside world. Why people do this I am not quite certain.
Amanda Pelham
IT WAS LIKE A MAZE TRYING TO FIND MY WAY BACK HOME WHEN I WENT TO THE FAIR THAT WAS SPONSORED BY THE SCHOOL. I HAD GREAT DIFFICULTY GETTING OUT OF THE SCHOOL YARD.
victor walkes
It was clever really, he’d lure the pretty, buxom ones into his impossible maze. As night fell, their panic soared. He’d swoop in, bite their slender necks and hide them in the greenery.
It takes a long time to get free from the maze of life. For some, it entangles even the ones who come after them, thought they have their own mazes to be free from. The strange thing is that very few ever consult the maze engineer who is always there to help.
It’s amazing how I thought it was a good idea to write this late at night. I’m very tired. Haven’t I made my quota for writing today? I guess this is what I get for wanting to be a career-writer.
Gwardyjay
im lost and i cant get out someone sees me? im asking no answer my voice echos in the dark why its happend to me? were am i im walking and i cant see the end thogh im sure there is one
karen
life is a maze, may be a cliche. but it is a maze that certainly has exists–not one, but a lot. i wish i knew that when i was much younger. but, well, that’s what life is all about, learning in a maze.
kaorita
this hig h is a maze . Everything is lu cid.
Karen
A maze is a maze is a maze is a life. Not seeing the end, not knowing which direction to choose, but in the end you’ll arrive or you’ll get lost. Do you need a leader or will you find your own way?
The maze was incredible! As we walked it, I began to feel an inner stillness. I knew this was going to be a sacred experience. Whatever I found at the center of the maze was going to be something from inside me – something important that I needed to connect with.
The town was like a maze. Streets went every direction. Cars honked. Animals roamed the sidewalks. Arrows and signs pointed but that didn’t really help!
Confused, maybe. Continuing anyway. One foot in front of the other, open to assistance, guidance and inspiration. Step back a little and it all makes sense.
enough metaphors toria, find a different way to write for this silly website.
I maze through the conventional routines I had been begged for for so long – and look at me now, the most optimistic, cheerful and open-minded I have been in a long while. things are coming back together so fast, so fast i find difficulty in processing it.
The maze stood before them, an intricate pattern of squared green hedges. They approached the entrance, the sweet scent of garden filling the air.
It was more of a maze than a minefield. I felt he was overreacting, but what can you do? He reckoned it was a situation fraught with potential danger and certain problems, but I just couldn’t help but see it as an exciting challenge. I guess that was the difference between us.
There are many mazes in the world, I think, both figurative and literal. Those of the literal variety are usually much more interesting when they take the form of labyrinths, given that labyrinths have such an extensive history and cultural background. In fact, I own a book that deals with this exact theme, replete with images of famous mazes and how they came to be.
I’m lost. The synapses and turns of my brain are bending, I didn’t keep my hand on the wall. Things still hurt, I still smile.
Whenever I reply to something, I feel morbid, speaking of banging on walls and struggling not to get lost. Why not write about getting out of the maze instead of getting stuck in it?
Need to make my own glass half full again.
a maze is lot like our modern society. people blindly walkin around, with no idea where they are going, why they traversing the path they’re on, or even an idea of where they came from. It a-mazes me that so many can be so clueless
I am lost.
One corridor after the next, clutching my forms and hoping that I will see the department I am looking for. I thought I had it about an hour ago, but it was 16a part ii, which was right, but my form did not have the correct stamp. More searching, soon the administration will be complete. But 36 hours in I have still not been able to obtain a tax disc for my car.
a maze is like a path that you have to walk your way throw
i love solving mazes its always fun because you have to make the choice of the right path. i love corn mazes , even though i’ve never been in one, its 3-D and a real adventure especially when you have chainsaws chasing you around everywhere. the labrinth is a maze that no one can solve or so it is said and if you enter it you are stuck in it forever and then you get eaten by the minotaur. Mazes are amazing in my opinion and they are always full of suprises.
Maze is like a group of passages that have dead ends or is the way out. If you need an example well with ants sometimes you can put a group of ants in an ant maze and watch them go through all the passages ways.
A maze is like a group of openings and some come to a dead end and others have a way out.
There is a haunted maze at Show Low Jr. High at 12:45.
the haunted maze at the school on saturday the 8th 2012
A maze is a puzzil that you walk through and find yor way out.
mazes make me think of mice and cheese. the mice are looking for the cheese in the maze but they cant find their way through the maze.
lets go to the maze!!!!!The maze is going to be really fun!!!!!! A maze is like an obsticale course that you have to find your way out of.
like a fun activity u can do without any help im just guessing
Im Good at solving mazes. I don’t like corn mazes cause i seen to many horror movies. Like children of the corn. Never going in to a corn field!
His head a maze, his heart a hunter
He thought it would be rent asunder
And sure enough, just as thought
He fell victim to a trap self-wrought
Wandering around I had thought that it would be easy to clear my head. I thought that breathing the fresh air and smelling the roses would cure me of my lack of enthusiasm and enspire me to weave a path through the maze. I found instead that I looked at the path and ground my teeth in a haze of thoughts, a tisane brewing within me of bitter bile.
Her mind was a maze. Complicated strings of thoughts, ideas and emotions linked together almost randomly. I couldn’t discern any pattern or organisation. It wasn’t like a man’s brain. Order and logic held no meaning here. Finding out what she thinks about me will be like finding a needle in a haystack, even with my new abilities. Damnit.
yesterday, i felt like i was in a maze. i kept taking left turns. as many as i came upon, until i would hit a wall. at the next choice, i turned right and then left again. then right, right, left, until i was standing smack dab in the middle of awesome and it was good to be alive.
maze is a mystery that you can play or get lost in.
they are just … amazing! so crazy you could lose your mind!
confusing
corn
Halloween
fall
harry potter
mysterious
carrigen farms
Szedł coraz dalej nie mając pojęcia co było za nim. Wiedział, że nie wróci ale i nie chciał wracać. Podniecała go myśl o tym, że idzie drogą, z której po raz pierwszy naprawdę nie ma powrotu. Pomyślał przez chwilę, że jest masochistą i dostał bolesnej erekcji.
I think of corn. When I was younger, I went to corn mazes with my mother and brother. There people would intentionally get lost and then find there way back out to the outside world. Why people do this I am not quite certain.
IT WAS LIKE A MAZE TRYING TO FIND MY WAY BACK HOME WHEN I WENT TO THE FAIR THAT WAS SPONSORED BY THE SCHOOL. I HAD GREAT DIFFICULTY GETTING OUT OF THE SCHOOL YARD.
It was clever really, he’d lure the pretty, buxom ones into his impossible maze. As night fell, their panic soared. He’d swoop in, bite their slender necks and hide them in the greenery.
It takes a long time to get free from the maze of life. For some, it entangles even the ones who come after them, thought they have their own mazes to be free from. The strange thing is that very few ever consult the maze engineer who is always there to help.
It’s amazing how I thought it was a good idea to write this late at night. I’m very tired. Haven’t I made my quota for writing today? I guess this is what I get for wanting to be a career-writer.
im lost and i cant get out someone sees me? im asking no answer my voice echos in the dark why its happend to me? were am i im walking and i cant see the end thogh im sure there is one
life is a maze, may be a cliche. but it is a maze that certainly has exists–not one, but a lot. i wish i knew that when i was much younger. but, well, that’s what life is all about, learning in a maze.
this hig h is a maze . Everything is lu cid.
A maze is a maze is a maze is a life. Not seeing the end, not knowing which direction to choose, but in the end you’ll arrive or you’ll get lost. Do you need a leader or will you find your own way?
The maze was incredible! As we walked it, I began to feel an inner stillness. I knew this was going to be a sacred experience. Whatever I found at the center of the maze was going to be something from inside me – something important that I needed to connect with.
The town was like a maze. Streets went every direction. Cars honked. Animals roamed the sidewalks. Arrows and signs pointed but that didn’t really help!
i will always find you, in the maze of all my memories.
Confused, maybe. Continuing anyway. One foot in front of the other, open to assistance, guidance and inspiration. Step back a little and it all makes sense.
enough metaphors toria, find a different way to write for this silly website.
I maze through the conventional routines I had been begged for for so long – and look at me now, the most optimistic, cheerful and open-minded I have been in a long while. things are coming back together so fast, so fast i find difficulty in processing it.