dark and lonely road covered in mist in back country england. walking hearing the creaking of the trees and possible footsteps paranoia not knowing what the dark holds or if you will make the journey home the same as when you started
Josh
My brain is in a mist, as I try to play online poker. This damn dealer won’t throw me any good cards.
And I finally get my pocket kings, only to be beaten by pocket aces.
Typical.
Capn Kirk
Mist of doom engulfs mankind.Suffocation is all feel.The tactile nature of death and depredation around us is too real to escape
Ferat
The wonderous mist. Like a ghost made of water. It is a shield of sight. It can help or it can destroy. It brings a fresh feeling across my body. Mist is such a wonder.
Yazen
immediately i think of arbor mist wine. well that makes me look like the alkie that i am. Not that i’m trying to hide it, not that if you’ve ever had the pleasure of drinking in my company you wouldn’t know. Ok i’m really not! I just play one in my weekend existence. Last weekend I didn’t even get drunk. Oh but i got stoned alright.
eStar
Ther wonderous mist. Like a ghost made of water. It is a shield of sight. It can help or it can destroy. It brings a fresh feeling across my body. Mist is such a wonder.
Yazen
I really dont know what mist means, i bealive its like lost or missed, but its only mi suposition.
Or it could be the opossite of most, you know, mist, most….
Or it could also be a mint spice or something alike
Pablo Zuloaga
it’s funny when words sound the same, are even prounounced the same but mean totally different thing. Mist sounds just like missed. but then again maybe they arent that different, both are bleak.
i missed him and now he’s gone.
Beth
the mist fell slowly as I grabbed my stone jacket. he kissed me goodbye on this snowy morning telling me hed see me soon. I felt his moist lips upon mine speaking the ultimate truth. we were lost. lost in love and lost in eachother. i would never see him again.
McKenzie
white lagdurious steam. a fresh feeling accross my body. the ghost if water. cold but warm at the same time. it camn be a friend or foe. at war it is a shield of sight. it can be your advantage or your set back. mist is a wondrous thing.
yazen
mist
Anonymous
the mist is beautiful on this night, so soft, so quiet. i cannot think of anything else… my work is forgotten and i lose myself in the mystery that surrounds me. isn’t it a wonderful feeling not to think? not to worry? not to wonder?
ani
its so wet in here…and hazy…i feel cold. my hand goes through it like it would go through air, only there’s cold trying to stop my movement.
Rubya
mist filled the air… twirling around like a little girl i enjoyed the cool water on my face…
jessica
I unloaded buckets it shook violently spewing out the last remaining bits of jizzy mist.
me
The mist is a living thing, one can see it, feel it, and live it. It comes and goes with no warning. Only to be seen again by others who seek it.
Anonymous
Misty is a girls name,
Alex
sadely lalaalallalal so ;lalalala sunt cuiroasa poti sa scrii ce vrei sa intrun aminut
Anonymous
things in a lost waiver of madness coming forth from a grand white shadow, living lucid in a cloud of perplexing agents wrought with a mysterious image of reversed nothing
noiselore
soft spray shower of finely tuned droplets
foggy feathered blockage rising from water
mystical – mistical?
amanda
it was an exercise in futility. the mist had already started rolling in, and there was no way that they could stop it. it was more like a fog, really, as it clouded their vision and hovered close to the ground. the group began to get rattled, nervously walking and pacing back and forth.
yup
This mist was dense and it looked as if you could not break through it. That’s when the noise came from the jungle. The loud noise that scared the bejesus out of him. Was it a monster or one of the creatures from that old experiment? Kyle knew he could find out and pushed through to the other side.
Paul Kohler
hot air cotton candy steam fog weather breath cold ice
Anonymous
I walked throught the mist as it got thicker. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t see. It was closing in around me. I don’t know where to go. Everything is unclear.
Lauren
There was a slight mist that covered the ground. It was not, however, caused by some ethereal being or what have you, merely the sprinkler system.
But at 7 in the morning, when the sun has just risen,and not a single thing is stirring, it is magic, it is an ethereal being, and she smiles, and closes her eyes, and dreams.
Jessy
The mist in the morning grazed the very top of the tall grass in the field. It lazily drifted along the breadth of the field floating gently on the breeze.
Deborah
mist is cloudy. it’s grey. it’s cold. it;’s always there in the morning. it symbolises mystery. it can artificially created and heavily used in the hollywood film for mysterious effects.
roon
it can be hairy and airy and like a fairy but sometimes scary. I am now listening to someone who is wanting to eat dinner and so i am finding it hard to write about mist 0 and now she has just mentioned sex – oooh imagine having sex in the misty forest of guatamala – goodness where did guatamala come from.
Amanda F
WTF! When is this word gonna change. I’m going to launch my own site that changes the word every hour or so ,or better yet, the user can change the word whenever he/or she feels inspired. Everybody who wants this should let me know and I will email you all when it’s up. We’re trying to be creative here and this unfortunately is quite stifling!
WPPK
mountains in the spring. it’s always beautiful up here at this time. i own a cabin in the adirondacks. being here makes me feel like part of some grad painting. i’ve been studying hudson river school painters, and i feel like i belong with them when i’m up here in the mountains. i enjoy going for a run on the trails. it’s actually more fun to go off the trails.
M. N. Lund
the mist is the same words as yesterday but still I stare into it and through the mist I see hspaes, moving, writhing and wriggling. Dark shapes, light shapes, floaty misty shapes. And I am reminded of purple prose, but I carry on staring and writing, and my fourth wall is broken so utterly. THis has failed. But I love mist, pooling and waving and wreathing and swaying. Yay mist mist is good, the white sea mist blew apart to reveal my face reflected in a mirror.
soo
mist
gracia
And then she came through the mist. She looked weak, but she had this power that overcame me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath. All I could do was watch her as she approached me. Then I noticed her left hand was clenched. What was she carrying?
Jess
the sky is dim and the droplets fall ontop your blue hair so mocking.
i’m chilly and so are you so you grab me tight and kiss me hard on the lips
The mist is light like your heart
Mary Jane
something in the morning. low clouds. low sight. can’t see nothing. i barely can drive in the car. it’s very cold. i hate mist.
oren
damp
Anonymous
the mist collected on my skin as I walked through the grass, barely clothed. it was a cool time and it heightened my senses…
karen
mist is what greets me in the morning, or is that fog? either way, it’s what encompasses me, makes me feel really alone sometimes. it messes with me, and keeps me safe. it’s like a friend i never asked for, but don’t mind so much anymore. these analogies aren’t doing it justice. i wish i knew better.
It is underneath
dark and lonely road covered in mist in back country england. walking hearing the creaking of the trees and possible footsteps paranoia not knowing what the dark holds or if you will make the journey home the same as when you started
My brain is in a mist, as I try to play online poker. This damn dealer won’t throw me any good cards.
And I finally get my pocket kings, only to be beaten by pocket aces.
Typical.
Mist of doom engulfs mankind.Suffocation is all feel.The tactile nature of death and depredation around us is too real to escape
The wonderous mist. Like a ghost made of water. It is a shield of sight. It can help or it can destroy. It brings a fresh feeling across my body. Mist is such a wonder.
immediately i think of arbor mist wine. well that makes me look like the alkie that i am. Not that i’m trying to hide it, not that if you’ve ever had the pleasure of drinking in my company you wouldn’t know. Ok i’m really not! I just play one in my weekend existence. Last weekend I didn’t even get drunk. Oh but i got stoned alright.
Ther wonderous mist. Like a ghost made of water. It is a shield of sight. It can help or it can destroy. It brings a fresh feeling across my body. Mist is such a wonder.
I really dont know what mist means, i bealive its like lost or missed, but its only mi suposition.
Or it could be the opossite of most, you know, mist, most….
Or it could also be a mint spice or something alike
it’s funny when words sound the same, are even prounounced the same but mean totally different thing. Mist sounds just like missed. but then again maybe they arent that different, both are bleak.
i missed him and now he’s gone.
the mist fell slowly as I grabbed my stone jacket. he kissed me goodbye on this snowy morning telling me hed see me soon. I felt his moist lips upon mine speaking the ultimate truth. we were lost. lost in love and lost in eachother. i would never see him again.
white lagdurious steam. a fresh feeling accross my body. the ghost if water. cold but warm at the same time. it camn be a friend or foe. at war it is a shield of sight. it can be your advantage or your set back. mist is a wondrous thing.
mist
the mist is beautiful on this night, so soft, so quiet. i cannot think of anything else… my work is forgotten and i lose myself in the mystery that surrounds me. isn’t it a wonderful feeling not to think? not to worry? not to wonder?
its so wet in here…and hazy…i feel cold. my hand goes through it like it would go through air, only there’s cold trying to stop my movement.
mist filled the air… twirling around like a little girl i enjoyed the cool water on my face…
I unloaded buckets it shook violently spewing out the last remaining bits of jizzy mist.
The mist is a living thing, one can see it, feel it, and live it. It comes and goes with no warning. Only to be seen again by others who seek it.
Misty is a girls name,
sadely lalaalallalal so ;lalalala sunt cuiroasa poti sa scrii ce vrei sa intrun aminut
things in a lost waiver of madness coming forth from a grand white shadow, living lucid in a cloud of perplexing agents wrought with a mysterious image of reversed nothing
soft spray shower of finely tuned droplets
foggy feathered blockage rising from water
mystical – mistical?
it was an exercise in futility. the mist had already started rolling in, and there was no way that they could stop it. it was more like a fog, really, as it clouded their vision and hovered close to the ground. the group began to get rattled, nervously walking and pacing back and forth.
This mist was dense and it looked as if you could not break through it. That’s when the noise came from the jungle. The loud noise that scared the bejesus out of him. Was it a monster or one of the creatures from that old experiment? Kyle knew he could find out and pushed through to the other side.
hot air cotton candy steam fog weather breath cold ice
I walked throught the mist as it got thicker. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t see. It was closing in around me. I don’t know where to go. Everything is unclear.
There was a slight mist that covered the ground. It was not, however, caused by some ethereal being or what have you, merely the sprinkler system.
But at 7 in the morning, when the sun has just risen,and not a single thing is stirring, it is magic, it is an ethereal being, and she smiles, and closes her eyes, and dreams.
The mist in the morning grazed the very top of the tall grass in the field. It lazily drifted along the breadth of the field floating gently on the breeze.
mist is cloudy. it’s grey. it’s cold. it;’s always there in the morning. it symbolises mystery. it can artificially created and heavily used in the hollywood film for mysterious effects.
it can be hairy and airy and like a fairy but sometimes scary. I am now listening to someone who is wanting to eat dinner and so i am finding it hard to write about mist 0 and now she has just mentioned sex – oooh imagine having sex in the misty forest of guatamala – goodness where did guatamala come from.
WTF! When is this word gonna change. I’m going to launch my own site that changes the word every hour or so ,or better yet, the user can change the word whenever he/or she feels inspired. Everybody who wants this should let me know and I will email you all when it’s up. We’re trying to be creative here and this unfortunately is quite stifling!
mountains in the spring. it’s always beautiful up here at this time. i own a cabin in the adirondacks. being here makes me feel like part of some grad painting. i’ve been studying hudson river school painters, and i feel like i belong with them when i’m up here in the mountains. i enjoy going for a run on the trails. it’s actually more fun to go off the trails.
the mist is the same words as yesterday but still I stare into it and through the mist I see hspaes, moving, writhing and wriggling. Dark shapes, light shapes, floaty misty shapes. And I am reminded of purple prose, but I carry on staring and writing, and my fourth wall is broken so utterly. THis has failed. But I love mist, pooling and waving and wreathing and swaying. Yay mist mist is good, the white sea mist blew apart to reveal my face reflected in a mirror.
mist
And then she came through the mist. She looked weak, but she had this power that overcame me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath. All I could do was watch her as she approached me. Then I noticed her left hand was clenched. What was she carrying?
the sky is dim and the droplets fall ontop your blue hair so mocking.
i’m chilly and so are you so you grab me tight and kiss me hard on the lips
The mist is light like your heart
something in the morning. low clouds. low sight. can’t see nothing. i barely can drive in the car. it’s very cold. i hate mist.
damp
the mist collected on my skin as I walked through the grass, barely clothed. it was a cool time and it heightened my senses…
mist is what greets me in the morning, or is that fog? either way, it’s what encompasses me, makes me feel really alone sometimes. it messes with me, and keeps me safe. it’s like a friend i never asked for, but don’t mind so much anymore. these analogies aren’t doing it justice. i wish i knew better.
love