mist is something beautiful, cool and clear and musty, enven mysterious. i like mist on a summers morning, glowing and white, wispy like a wizards beard in the snow.
mikey's dad
THe mist settled over the valley so that it pooled in the bottom but did not readch the top. It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen, but as I watched, camera clikcing, the mists swirled and moved and gaps shone between the mist and through the gaps smoke rose, smoke from a burning forest, animal cries floated up to where I stood as I stared in horror at the burning valley.
THe mist was perfect for this night. Why was it there? It hadn’t rained recently. All I could think was that it had been laid there for me. For this magical night.
Konnie
THe mist was perfect for this night. Why was it there? It hadn’t rained recently. All I could think was that it had been laid there for me. For this magical night.
Konnie
mist is cloudy thoughts. mist is the sky thinking. it’s confusion and hiding. it doesn’t know what it wants. i could hide in mist. sun hides from it.
Widdy
He couldn’t see anything in it. It was fun for the first twenty seconds but now it was getting frighting. Why was it so cold? It shouldn’t be anywhere near this cold. And it was getting
Bob the cowboy
nic juz nie wiem i zabladzilam w tym wszystkim nie znajduje kierunku mysli sa monotonne i powtarzalne jak dibli nic w tym nowego ta szarosc jest we mnie i ja jestem mgla i dzieckiem we mgle i deszczem rozbitym na tysiace minikropel zawieszoych w prozni miedzy ziemia a niebiem
kethry
I went up the stairs to see if I could find it. I stopped at Charlie’s, I could smell what she was spraying around the baby’s crib. It was the sweet mist Kitten had given her when he first found out she was pregnant. The same mist Kitten had used to scare off London’s big ugly men. Funny thing is that Kitten bought the mist to attract big ugly men. A few days before handing it to Charlie, Kitten sprayed it once in the middle of his room. “Not a day stale.” And when Charlie told her Kitten smiled and said he hoped it was a girl. “Take this Charlie, it’ll protect her.”
Loser
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ra
Mist covered the pasture. Several large horses cantered, their shapes distorted and ghost-like. They appeared to be running on air.
Jenna
mist was her sister… and she was pretty, as you can see. Whether you liked her or not, she used to make evrybody smile, by her manners, her way to move, her lips, her waist, her sex…
jude
The mists were all along the ground.. misty and stuff. like fog. Fog = mist right? Or mist in the shower.. or a sauna. I <3 saunas.. Mist is a great word really.. it sounds right ya know? It SOUNDS light and full of water particles.
Scarlet
Misty I hate you. I hope you die. Please don’t look at me again. I can’t stand your green eyes looking at me anymore.
clark
I look outside and all I could see was you through the haze. I huddled under the doorway. The mist on the window began to sparkle
S
summer rain – mist reminds me of morning time. Or those light sprays of mist for outdoor restaurants in places where it is
dawn
i had chicken last night and it was really dark when i ate it sort of misty too…huh weird. the chicken was really good though i really liked it spencers mom made it. she just got back from colorado yeah it was really scary meeting her i was like OMG its his mom!! but she brought the cat back with her and i wanted to see it but it was outside so i didnt get to see her.
Rena
mist is a shadow of the world and the people around and the true desire of peoples identity is hidden inside the myth of mist. People are sometimes afraid of their fears and they resist to take challanges and go for adventures but if one truly devotes himself to misterious powers of mist. He/She can change the world.
Varun Mishra
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Mistaay
Ah… mist. I like the morning mist and how fresh it makes the air. I also like a nice mist after my facial. I don’t have too much more to say about mist. I am really not feeling creative today in the least.
adiamond
beautiful, mysterious, haunting, fresh, clean,
Anonymous
Soothing mist cascaded down from the heavens and collided with my skin. My worries disappeared as I smiled and, like a child, spun in the wetness before easing down onto the ground and laying in the dew soaked grass.
Mist, grey mist
rises in front of my blurred eyes,
covers children with red and blue and green backpacks
swirls around the practicing football team
sticks to metal
smudges bridges
Codey
mist of rain..mist of water…mist of perfume..mist of spritz…just a mist is all you need sometimes..keeping it simple,keeps it real!!!
sami
the mist rose slowly, enfolding me in it’s bitter wet chill. it rose and rose and rose until I could barely see anything, not even my hand in front of me, not the meadow I was in or the trees around me.
i was lost, lost forever in the swirling mists.
Brigid.
gorillas sometimes live in this, I’m told. it’s a nice wet fog that covers the earth. it doesn’t leave a single space untouched. it’s just like sand. it gets everywhere. on a hot day, it’s great to have one of those little mister fans or whatever they’re called…
mist is an essence where i found my new home; at the end of the rainbow in the winter waikato morning one day when out with the dog that was to become mine.
parkin
the mist came through the open farm door. i always liked the mist that was just above the grass fields on a early morning. wish i was in a grass field now.
s
The mist gathered around my feet. Soon it was swirling everywhere that it could reach. I thought I heard sounds through the mist, but I couldn’t be sure. So I set off, walking though the water hanging in the air. It was almost like swimming, only I was pushing clouds aside.
Kraal FictionWriter
Mist is refreshing. It makes my forehead cooler and lets me be introverted. Mist also makes the shore more mysterious and epic.
Most of all, Mist lets me……………………………….Cry.
Jim Spengler
Mist is very scary. I had dream about mist. I was in a porno set. Next thing you know mist came along…it made the sex more steamy and powerful…does that make me weird. Do i
Dexter
I was walking one day and I was entering a thick mist. I couldn’t see 3 feet in front of me all of a sudden. It was cool and damp against my face. It was slightly erie but I also enoyed the solitude and mystery of this walk through the mist. I started thinking about creatures who live in the mist.
Andie
her love
swirls around me
choking gasping dripping
overwhelming
taking over
my mind
a blur
undying unending unyielding
I die in her love’s glory.
Aimee
the fumes formed a thick mist that made it impossibly to move further. He simply couldn’t find a way to leave the burning house.
kaitoleen
There was a mist this morning on the drive to work. It was just enough to obstruct my vision of the car ahead of me – which stopped more suddenly than I expected. Swerving, I barely missed a full-on collision. Life was precious for a moment after that.
Anonymous
It was settling in all around is. The mist. Quietly acquiescent to our movements, bending as we moved, slowly getting out of our way just enough to not hinder us, yet still be a hinderance. I wish I could be more like that, no cause trouble, but just sit back and go with the flow.
Natalie
mist is really common in cold weather, In my hometown you can see mist, almost every day from december and january.and I love mist days
mist is something beautiful, cool and clear and musty, enven mysterious. i like mist on a summers morning, glowing and white, wispy like a wizards beard in the snow.
THe mist settled over the valley so that it pooled in the bottom but did not readch the top. It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen, but as I watched, camera clikcing, the mists swirled and moved and gaps shone between the mist and through the gaps smoke rose, smoke from a burning forest, animal cries floated up to where I stood as I stared in horror at the burning valley.
light, breezy, damppining, poetic ,sparying, clear, refreshing,sweet.
mist means fog i think but it is not good to have
THe mist was perfect for this night. Why was it there? It hadn’t rained recently. All I could think was that it had been laid there for me. For this magical night.
THe mist was perfect for this night. Why was it there? It hadn’t rained recently. All I could think was that it had been laid there for me. For this magical night.
mist is cloudy thoughts. mist is the sky thinking. it’s confusion and hiding. it doesn’t know what it wants. i could hide in mist. sun hides from it.
He couldn’t see anything in it. It was fun for the first twenty seconds but now it was getting frighting. Why was it so cold? It shouldn’t be anywhere near this cold. And it was getting
nic juz nie wiem i zabladzilam w tym wszystkim nie znajduje kierunku mysli sa monotonne i powtarzalne jak dibli nic w tym nowego ta szarosc jest we mnie i ja jestem mgla i dzieckiem we mgle i deszczem rozbitym na tysiace minikropel zawieszoych w prozni miedzy ziemia a niebiem
I went up the stairs to see if I could find it. I stopped at Charlie’s, I could smell what she was spraying around the baby’s crib. It was the sweet mist Kitten had given her when he first found out she was pregnant. The same mist Kitten had used to scare off London’s big ugly men. Funny thing is that Kitten bought the mist to attract big ugly men. A few days before handing it to Charlie, Kitten sprayed it once in the middle of his room. “Not a day stale.” And when Charlie told her Kitten smiled and said he hoped it was a girl. “Take this Charlie, it’ll protect her.”
fog transparent white nothing light incorporeal ghosts forest water evaporation hot creepy maze dream lighthouse sea water moon walker erepublik
Mist covered the pasture. Several large horses cantered, their shapes distorted and ghost-like. They appeared to be running on air.
mist was her sister… and she was pretty, as you can see. Whether you liked her or not, she used to make evrybody smile, by her manners, her way to move, her lips, her waist, her sex…
The mists were all along the ground.. misty and stuff. like fog. Fog = mist right? Or mist in the shower.. or a sauna. I <3 saunas.. Mist is a great word really.. it sounds right ya know? It SOUNDS light and full of water particles.
Misty I hate you. I hope you die. Please don’t look at me again. I can’t stand your green eyes looking at me anymore.
I look outside and all I could see was you through the haze. I huddled under the doorway. The mist on the window began to sparkle
summer rain – mist reminds me of morning time. Or those light sprays of mist for outdoor restaurants in places where it is
i had chicken last night and it was really dark when i ate it sort of misty too…huh weird. the chicken was really good though i really liked it spencers mom made it. she just got back from colorado yeah it was really scary meeting her i was like OMG its his mom!! but she brought the cat back with her and i wanted to see it but it was outside so i didnt get to see her.
mist is a shadow of the world and the people around and the true desire of peoples identity is hidden inside the myth of mist. People are sometimes afraid of their fears and they resist to take challanges and go for adventures but if one truly devotes himself to misterious powers of mist. He/She can change the world.
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I LIKE MIST
Ah… mist. I like the morning mist and how fresh it makes the air. I also like a nice mist after my facial. I don’t have too much more to say about mist. I am really not feeling creative today in the least.
beautiful, mysterious, haunting, fresh, clean,
Soothing mist cascaded down from the heavens and collided with my skin. My worries disappeared as I smiled and, like a child, spun in the wetness before easing down onto the ground and laying in the dew soaked grass.
Mist, grey mist
rises in front of my blurred eyes,
covers children with red and blue and green backpacks
swirls around the practicing football team
sticks to metal
smudges bridges
mist of rain..mist of water…mist of perfume..mist of spritz…just a mist is all you need sometimes..keeping it simple,keeps it real!!!
the mist rose slowly, enfolding me in it’s bitter wet chill. it rose and rose and rose until I could barely see anything, not even my hand in front of me, not the meadow I was in or the trees around me.
i was lost, lost forever in the swirling mists.
gorillas sometimes live in this, I’m told. it’s a nice wet fog that covers the earth. it doesn’t leave a single space untouched. it’s just like sand. it gets everywhere. on a hot day, it’s great to have one of those little mister fans or whatever they’re called…
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mist is an essence where i found my new home; at the end of the rainbow in the winter waikato morning one day when out with the dog that was to become mine.
the mist came through the open farm door. i always liked the mist that was just above the grass fields on a early morning. wish i was in a grass field now.
The mist gathered around my feet. Soon it was swirling everywhere that it could reach. I thought I heard sounds through the mist, but I couldn’t be sure. So I set off, walking though the water hanging in the air. It was almost like swimming, only I was pushing clouds aside.
Mist is refreshing. It makes my forehead cooler and lets me be introverted. Mist also makes the shore more mysterious and epic.
Most of all, Mist lets me……………………………….Cry.
Mist is very scary. I had dream about mist. I was in a porno set. Next thing you know mist came along…it made the sex more steamy and powerful…does that make me weird. Do i
I was walking one day and I was entering a thick mist. I couldn’t see 3 feet in front of me all of a sudden. It was cool and damp against my face. It was slightly erie but I also enoyed the solitude and mystery of this walk through the mist. I started thinking about creatures who live in the mist.
her love
swirls around me
choking gasping dripping
overwhelming
taking over
my mind
a blur
undying unending unyielding
I die in her love’s glory.
the fumes formed a thick mist that made it impossibly to move further. He simply couldn’t find a way to leave the burning house.
There was a mist this morning on the drive to work. It was just enough to obstruct my vision of the car ahead of me – which stopped more suddenly than I expected. Swerving, I barely missed a full-on collision. Life was precious for a moment after that.
It was settling in all around is. The mist. Quietly acquiescent to our movements, bending as we moved, slowly getting out of our way just enough to not hinder us, yet still be a hinderance. I wish I could be more like that, no cause trouble, but just sit back and go with the flow.
mist is really common in cold weather, In my hometown you can see mist, almost every day from december and january.and I love mist days