it is a very white thing as white and pale as paper. it feels of nohing and you can not feel it and u can barely make it out it is one the scarrriest things for me as i cant see anthing around me it is very eerie aswell.
charlie
Oleg oleg oleg my ktiiy my son my love now gone into the mist i love you and am sad I can hear you cff -mommy it is peaceful here.
Anonymous
fog
Anonymous
It envelopes you in the night.
It’s cold. It’s winter. It’s warm breath in the night.
Me
it rises out from the ground, pumped from somewhere else it envelopes and swirls around ankles. my hands move through it and i feel moisture drops, condensation of water. i wonder when i will awaken, but i also keep moving steadily forward. in order to see, you have to go. in order to see… i think of sulah’s words.
becca
there was a mist in his voice, like his words meant something meant something more, something heavier.
Danielle
impure
giulia
Consuming everything in sight, no one can escape its mystical thrall that lays upon every surface, every crack, every mind, every mood, every sound. No one wants to run, to sleep, to cry. Only to succumb to its unmistakable charm and seduction.
susan
As she walked through the bare trees a thin mist shrouded their roots in a white mystery. She could barely see her own feet as she walked deeper towards the source of the fog. She could see it’s outline in the distance, an open door with a white stream flowing out.
phoebe
mist.
the dampness of the mist made her face glisten, almost sparkle, in the night, tear tracks leading way south of her face, from her eyes down the valleys of the sunken cheekbones.
“You need help!” He screamed at her, grasping at her thin arm.
They were outside the building, the place she would soon have to reluctantly call home-at least until she put the weight on.
“No, I DONT.” She said back, defiantly, stepping away from him, arms curling around her heavily clothed midsection, so close she could feel the bumps of her ribcage through the sweatshirt material.
He screamed at her some more, but her mind was going fuzzy, ther thoughts were becoming confused, and as he screamed at her one last time that he loved her and that this was best for her, she fell to the ground, collapsing in a head at his feet.
~fin~
Carly, again...
there is a movie called it
it is similar to rain
rain in the wind?
it is cool stuff
it feels good
i dont know
bob
i had this word yesterday…
Nyxtrisk
womp. i choose womp. not mist. mist is lame. womp is an onomonopia. it is the sound affect that comes along when one comes into contact with a dinosuar or a species of very large lizard. it also accompanies one when they immitate a pteradactyl or when one happens to be “spuck”…womp derives from the sayocian word womponimium…which means “to be of wompium or wompus.”Not to be confused with vomp. which is the sound that accompanies a vampire and or dracula. or a person imitating the previously stated “beings”. womp is womp. not vomp. womp.
jacqueline s.
THE MIST IS COOL ONA HOT DAY AND GIVES THE FEEL OF PEACE AND TRANQUILITY.
sTEFANO
Cloudy Fields Rainy pleasantness
Anonymous
Mist. Mist mist mist. There’s a mist outside of my window this morning. It makes everything look cooler than it actually is. It makes me wonder how feasible a portable mist-generator would be. I’d kinda love to have all of my actions shrouded in mystery. Or mist-ery.
Annette
And the dew from the morning touched your lips. Your lips that I long for like a baby longs for it’s mother. And what, in the end can I blame for this torture? Just the mist in the morning, which makes you look surreal. I am in love with the thought of you.
what a word, what a word. brings about thoughts of the sea air and the fog burning off throughout a warm day in california. such a simple word to bring about so many emotions. i am running out of time to write about such a simple word. oh god i was not prepa
haha
in the mist I saw a really big body emerge and it slowly turned into an elephant, ignoring me it turned again and disappeared back into the mist.
RM
love more your people give love no matter what to every perso is alive! people needs you even if they dont think so.
just give love. peace!
AzildeGuiliani
The fog on an open field like a mist floating gently across the long green blades of grass.
The clear cloud around a waterfall as it crashed into the water and rocks below it. Like thousands of tears on your face
j
foggy difficult to see cant tell who’s coming or what’s gonna hit you, just barely seeing ur hands in front of u as u slowly move on…
Anonymous
The early morning mist holds on, trying to hold off the sun….the ground is wet, a fine dew over everything. It slips over the dunes, clinging to the prescious morning hours.
c. marie
In the mist we hide, overlappying feature, overlapping places, and sometimes I forget to count the waves. Sometimes I forget that i am even here. And so I breathe in, and breathe out, and sometimes I forget to breathe in again. But sometimes I remember that it is autumn
Lacee
grey, wet, scary, eerie, fog, vampires
karen
i don
vio
it is pink. i love it. it makes me feel refreshed. it makes me want to sing and dance and smile and laugh. it also makes my skin cool. it smells good. like perfume! i think it tastes like peppermint though. it would be nice if they could bottle mist up in little cute pink bottles and smelt like peppermint.
Aysha
the mist was moist and pinkish
L
resting on the leaves and petals of my daisies, telling me it is going to be a cool, peaceful day.
Lizette Grigio
the mist came down one night, we were lost, where have they gone? when did the mist get so thick, i dont remember this happening before… it was such a nice day earlier, but now we are lost and i am scared, where am i? the mist is swirling around me leaves blowing in the wind, which wont blow away this mist. its so dense and everything is white, ghostlike…
Rachael
mist is fog, but lighter. fog, mystery, magical. lady of the mist, witch. wraith. that’s it. mist is like wraiths. wraiths, dead ghosts of girls unfortunate white hair long robes, marsh
H. Darling
She walked in the morning mist, twists of the cold, milky white stuff twisting around her ankles. She didn’t know where she was, nor, more importantly, how she was. There was only the mist surrounding her, mirroring the fog of her memory.
ChibiLeen
good smasken gr
MAtts
They passed through like shadows, their gray bodies shrouded by the morning.
r.a.
I mist him. :)
Lorraine
Mist; spraying salty waters that cool my face. The boat rocks and the crew shouts, but all I do is stand here and enjoy the taste of the light waters.
Lily
mist is misty on account of the mistyness of the thing and if you have no mist in a place then there is a lack of mist there.
Mist is misty on account of a congealation of water in the area and an excess of misty nesss is defencless against wombats on account of their wombatyness and likelyness.
Barbaruvian
soft, concealing, a mist covers the land. soft water droplets filling the air and making the world glitter. Peaceful shrouds from God’s breath reach out to comfort the world. This is the mist that I see and this is the mist that I hope for each day.
Scott
mist is almost my cats name, her name is misty. i named her after a cartoon show i used to watch as a kid, but the name fits her considering how “mist”-evious she is.
heather
into to the misty fog , steeped in mountaintop glavial lakes the sun pokes through in lon shards of glittering light. One moment for tranquility immortalized through the lens of my eye burned forever into mo my memory bank later to savour at some future date when all there is left to do is remembe, why don;t I have more to slowly sift through for nuances of peace, joy or simply reflection. Why not in colour these bits of memory. Why no context forr
it is a very white thing as white and pale as paper. it feels of nohing and you can not feel it and u can barely make it out it is one the scarrriest things for me as i cant see anthing around me it is very eerie aswell.
Oleg oleg oleg my ktiiy my son my love now gone into the mist i love you and am sad I can hear you cff -mommy it is peaceful here.
fog
It envelopes you in the night.
It’s cold. It’s winter. It’s warm breath in the night.
it rises out from the ground, pumped from somewhere else it envelopes and swirls around ankles. my hands move through it and i feel moisture drops, condensation of water. i wonder when i will awaken, but i also keep moving steadily forward. in order to see, you have to go. in order to see… i think of sulah’s words.
there was a mist in his voice, like his words meant something meant something more, something heavier.
impure
Consuming everything in sight, no one can escape its mystical thrall that lays upon every surface, every crack, every mind, every mood, every sound. No one wants to run, to sleep, to cry. Only to succumb to its unmistakable charm and seduction.
As she walked through the bare trees a thin mist shrouded their roots in a white mystery. She could barely see her own feet as she walked deeper towards the source of the fog. She could see it’s outline in the distance, an open door with a white stream flowing out.
mist.
the dampness of the mist made her face glisten, almost sparkle, in the night, tear tracks leading way south of her face, from her eyes down the valleys of the sunken cheekbones.
“You need help!” He screamed at her, grasping at her thin arm.
They were outside the building, the place she would soon have to reluctantly call home-at least until she put the weight on.
“No, I DONT.” She said back, defiantly, stepping away from him, arms curling around her heavily clothed midsection, so close she could feel the bumps of her ribcage through the sweatshirt material.
He screamed at her some more, but her mind was going fuzzy, ther thoughts were becoming confused, and as he screamed at her one last time that he loved her and that this was best for her, she fell to the ground, collapsing in a head at his feet.
~fin~
there is a movie called it
it is similar to rain
rain in the wind?
it is cool stuff
it feels good
i dont know
i had this word yesterday…
womp. i choose womp. not mist. mist is lame. womp is an onomonopia. it is the sound affect that comes along when one comes into contact with a dinosuar or a species of very large lizard. it also accompanies one when they immitate a pteradactyl or when one happens to be “spuck”…womp derives from the sayocian word womponimium…which means “to be of wompium or wompus.”Not to be confused with vomp. which is the sound that accompanies a vampire and or dracula. or a person imitating the previously stated “beings”. womp is womp. not vomp. womp.
THE MIST IS COOL ONA HOT DAY AND GIVES THE FEEL OF PEACE AND TRANQUILITY.
Cloudy Fields Rainy pleasantness
Mist. Mist mist mist. There’s a mist outside of my window this morning. It makes everything look cooler than it actually is. It makes me wonder how feasible a portable mist-generator would be. I’d kinda love to have all of my actions shrouded in mystery. Or mist-ery.
And the dew from the morning touched your lips. Your lips that I long for like a baby longs for it’s mother. And what, in the end can I blame for this torture? Just the mist in the morning, which makes you look surreal. I am in love with the thought of you.
adamch3atedonev3@yahoo.com
what a word, what a word. brings about thoughts of the sea air and the fog burning off throughout a warm day in california. such a simple word to bring about so many emotions. i am running out of time to write about such a simple word. oh god i was not prepa
in the mist I saw a really big body emerge and it slowly turned into an elephant, ignoring me it turned again and disappeared back into the mist.
love more your people give love no matter what to every perso is alive! people needs you even if they dont think so.
just give love. peace!
The fog on an open field like a mist floating gently across the long green blades of grass.
The clear cloud around a waterfall as it crashed into the water and rocks below it. Like thousands of tears on your face
foggy difficult to see cant tell who’s coming or what’s gonna hit you, just barely seeing ur hands in front of u as u slowly move on…
The early morning mist holds on, trying to hold off the sun….the ground is wet, a fine dew over everything. It slips over the dunes, clinging to the prescious morning hours.
In the mist we hide, overlappying feature, overlapping places, and sometimes I forget to count the waves. Sometimes I forget that i am even here. And so I breathe in, and breathe out, and sometimes I forget to breathe in again. But sometimes I remember that it is autumn
grey, wet, scary, eerie, fog, vampires
i don
it is pink. i love it. it makes me feel refreshed. it makes me want to sing and dance and smile and laugh. it also makes my skin cool. it smells good. like perfume! i think it tastes like peppermint though. it would be nice if they could bottle mist up in little cute pink bottles and smelt like peppermint.
the mist was moist and pinkish
resting on the leaves and petals of my daisies, telling me it is going to be a cool, peaceful day.
the mist came down one night, we were lost, where have they gone? when did the mist get so thick, i dont remember this happening before… it was such a nice day earlier, but now we are lost and i am scared, where am i? the mist is swirling around me leaves blowing in the wind, which wont blow away this mist. its so dense and everything is white, ghostlike…
mist is fog, but lighter. fog, mystery, magical. lady of the mist, witch. wraith. that’s it. mist is like wraiths. wraiths, dead ghosts of girls unfortunate white hair long robes, marsh
She walked in the morning mist, twists of the cold, milky white stuff twisting around her ankles. She didn’t know where she was, nor, more importantly, how she was. There was only the mist surrounding her, mirroring the fog of her memory.
good smasken gr
They passed through like shadows, their gray bodies shrouded by the morning.
I mist him. :)
Mist; spraying salty waters that cool my face. The boat rocks and the crew shouts, but all I do is stand here and enjoy the taste of the light waters.
mist is misty on account of the mistyness of the thing and if you have no mist in a place then there is a lack of mist there.
Mist is misty on account of a congealation of water in the area and an excess of misty nesss is defencless against wombats on account of their wombatyness and likelyness.
soft, concealing, a mist covers the land. soft water droplets filling the air and making the world glitter. Peaceful shrouds from God’s breath reach out to comfort the world. This is the mist that I see and this is the mist that I hope for each day.
mist is almost my cats name, her name is misty. i named her after a cartoon show i used to watch as a kid, but the name fits her considering how “mist”-evious she is.
into to the misty fog , steeped in mountaintop glavial lakes the sun pokes through in lon shards of glittering light. One moment for tranquility immortalized through the lens of my eye burned forever into mo my memory bank later to savour at some future date when all there is left to do is remembe, why don;t I have more to slowly sift through for nuances of peace, joy or simply reflection. Why not in colour these bits of memory. Why no context forr