mist

August 29th, 2011 | 283 Entries

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283 Entries for “mist”

  1. this morning my dad and i couldn’t go to work before there was mist on his car. wait…what was it. mist? fog? condensation? frost? i have no idea….ricky wanted to argue with me about it…and then i realized…maybe there’s no real translation for it. it wasn’t quite frost…but not only condensation…fog stays in there air and doesn’t stick…mist too.

    Alyssa
  2. the mist was very thick. i couldn’t see through it. i almost crashed my car. i had my head lights on and it didn’t make any difference to how thick it was. it was the worst i’ve ever seen it

    jessica wheeler
  3. I walked down the street, there was mist everywhere, I couldn’t see but I kept walking.

    rhyannon
  4. i looked into the distance and the mist was so hard to see through because is was thick and foggy. I had been driving for days and by this stage is was pith black and there was hardly any street lights… i was driving into the far distance and couldn’t see a thing through my headlights

    jessica wheeler
  5. the mist was very thick and i couldnt see the road. I crashed into a tree, i dont remember what happened after that, i blanked out all i could see was the back of my eyelids.

    Caitlin Mcniff
  6. the mist up the mountain was very thick, and cloudy which made it hard to see over the catastrophic crash over the hill. i didn’t know what would happen to the people who were in the crash, but it wont be good.

    caitlin mcniff
  7. i drove for hours on end deep into the mountains, not being able to see 5 foot in front of the car as the mist engulfs my car, i feel as though i am a part of the landscape.

    blake lepagier
  8. As i submerged from the breathtaking mist, people were stopped in their tracks. Others came running everywhere to help Others were on the phone. The unfortunate person in the other vehicle didn’t make it. People cried.

    Mark P
  9. The mist was flooding the mountains as i began my journey up the almost vertical hill. It was thick and it made it difficult for me to breath. I had a heavy load on my back and a long walking stick to help me find steady ground.

    chloe piccolo
  10. gloomy morning was when i woke up and thought to myself why? all i want is to wake up to the sun for once in 5 weeks! its so hard to wake up on a glum day like this.

    caitlin hughes
  11. Hedgehog in the Mist
    Falling in the River
    Following the Current
    Looking in the Sky

    mAshroom
  12. A mist of thoughts each flickering and zip around the edges of his mind vying for spotlight. As he turns his attention they drop into the thinness of air merging with him entirely.

  13. A foggy mist,
    Creeps upon me,
    Swallowing,
    Dragging,
    Taking,
    Me under.

    hinoglue
  14. I freaking love mist. I especially love it when it’s really cold and there is a light mist. It feels so good to walk through mist. It’s weird to think that it is just little droplets of water. It feels soooo good.

  15. as quietly as a secretary taking dictation; as softly as a mist landing on dew,ratchet whispered into kathleen’s ear,” whenever there is a chance for destruction count on love to be the savior.”

  16. Her eyes filled with mist.
    By pleasing one person, he had brought another into the gloom.

    Jo!
  17. Through the thick mist, formed four dark shadows, slowly forming into an army larger than our own. this, wasn’t looking well for the resistance.

  18. The dew was settling on the boards, making the bean bags stick instead of sliding. This was good and bad. They slid off the boards less, but they also didn’t slide into the hole for more points.

  19. misty drizzle, mizzle my grandfather used to call it. I can see the clouds hanging in the mountain valley,

    Donna Dvorak
  20. In the mist, he saw the figure of a hooded man. The blade gleamed with the blood of the village people.
    John backed away, horrified.
    The figure walked slowly towards him, the blade pointing out towards him.
    “You,” he growled, “are next.”
    John fell backwards.
    He was found gutted the next morning.

    Tori
  21. The sun is barely touching the mountains. All i can see and feel is mist. It’s everywhere in the early morning. I hated getting up early. I hated being in this mist. But mist covers things up. There was something i had to do today. Nighttime would be too obvious. But in the morning, no one would suspect it.

  22. The mist was blinding. I kept shinning my headlights to see the road. It was an intense night, I had never seen fog quite like this. I turned the corner up the road and suddenly I lost control. I couldn’t see a thing! A small blur quickly ran across my line of vision and I swerved.

    Jen
  23. sierra mist? nah i’m thinking about the mist that is not quite rain. the perfect amount moisture for a hot day.

    jessica
  24. Mist is beautiful, it lounges in the mountain then comes down the hill to caress my face and calm my fears.

    david
  25. when the mist shadows my eyes
    i see half hearted-ly
    flies in the air
    rescues me from sunshine
    we all need rescuing, sometime.
    in my sorrow there is always mist tomorrow.

  26. In the tropical rain forrest in Ecuador, the land is ruined. Roads run straight through the trees and hardly any sign of life is seen. Only a hint of mist that roams in the air and gives the illusion of abandonment.

    Kelsey
  27. mist falls
    upon believers of beauty
    disclaimers look down upon
    ruined
    leather shoes
    the grass is so thank full though.
    a soft mist coats them in temporary love.
    mist
    tsim
    falls upon me.

  28. wet in the corners of my eyes. no tears could touch this haze that blinds me. reading the bark’s braille until i find my way out of this mist.

  29. What circles us, loses us, makes us think and dream. I wish it were all that banished us from the world of complacency.

    smattc
  30. Shadows and mist are in my eyes, missing pieces, how time flies. Little bits of who you are seeping into the wind. How time flies in the mist.

    Little Shark
  31. The mist clouded over the swamp, curling in repulsive spirals. She didn’t know how much longer her oars would actually provide movement, as the swamp was thick enough to suck them away from her, just as he’d been sucked in so many days ago. She resolved to continue, even with the mist slowly threatening to leave her hopeless.

    Jenna
  32. she glanced through the slow settling mist
    at the mysterious figure with eyes the color of ocean blue
    and sadness, and nights long lost
    and the rain trickled down her shoulders
    she blinked, and he was gone

  33. When l first saw her.. well, let’s just say it wasn’t love at first sight. lt wasn’t that she was ugly or anything like that, just an air of being different that surrounded her and clung to anything and one she was around like a mist. lt seemed like she was just going to waste her life on spontaneity. Then again, what else can you do with life.

  34. Arising out of the mist a monster awaits you.Thirsty.Unsuspecting you wont have any idea what the freak is going on.Go.

  35. Yeah, I hear you! What is it you want from me, anyway? Jensen shouted into his own thoughts and into the velvet void. A light mist touched his face and he felt good, almost opiated good.

    We want to help you, Jensen. That’s all we’ve ever wanted to do.

    Well, Misty, Jensen said softly, You can begin by getting me the hell out of this narcotic cocoon.

    Hmmm….came the reply.

  36. The mist held onto her clothes as she entered the building, pieces of it trailing for her feet as if it were a manifestation of Hermes’ wings. She strode forward, confident and strong, until a blast of air dispersed the mist, and she was left with a sudden chill.

  37. Cool, refreshing mist. Spraying my face, Making the days heat magically fade away if only for a few seconds. Exaggerating any slight breeze that may be barely blowing. How magically you are.

    thecolouringinroom
  38. a river of mist showers upon the grass. giving cleanliness and mirth to the grass. some are ungrateful for it’s sogginess on their favorite day. business men hate the way it makes
    leather wilt.
    tsim
    mist
    falls upon the grass.

    Mary Goodell
  39. and through that hazy mist i emerged clean and renewed. it didn’t matter where i had been or where i was going. what had mattered was the fact that i had emerged and was present. my presence marked nothing significant but in its simplicity was its beauty. for that instant, i was there. i had been lost and was found again

    Devin
  40. it was remarkable how it quickly spread around the docks and covered the whole harbour in such a way you couldn’t distinguish a steamer from a buccaneer. perhaps that was the reason why no one at first noticed the ghost vessel approaching the shore at enormous speed!

    Bruno