misty is the top of the mountains in the morning
misty is the breeze at night
misty is my heart when i see her
misty is my love in life
aaron smith
pokemon gym leader
likes water pokemon
red hair
spunky
ash destroyed her bike
travels the pokemon world with ash, pikachu, and brock
likes starmie… and psyduck :P
Lexa
The clouds hang low over the mountains, casting mist across the valleys. It is dark, an eerie silence hanging over the small town nestled in the heart of the mountains. The people are scared – never has there been quite as much mist across the valleys as that one might, forty years ago.
Avalon Lockhart
There was a light outside, next to the door. I could see how misty is was through the foggy window. It was quite lovely; watching the rain drop in the garden as I waited for Cassie.
Sofi
The night bloomed seemingly out of no where. the rivers ran through the misty ghost town like ribbons in a young girls hair. No one dared ventured out into the streets tonight. There was one brave soul, always was. But he never returned home the next morning. They never did.
Lauryn Edmonds
I did this a few minutes ago and wrote a really weird and boring paragraph about a redhead that popped into my mind called Misty when I saw the words but I didn’t send it in because it was boring and because Misty is a slutty name I guess though I would still like to meet her
Dan
it was a misty night. i looked to my right and saw nothing but dark trees curling over head. I looked back and saw a house in the distance. my house. I was not going back now. I slung my back pack over my shoulder and headed for what could be disaster, but I wasnt looking back now. i had finally escaped. it was my time to be indipendant
Claudia
Pokemon. Misty. She’s like a falling star in a blue cloudless night. Blue and green and red like all the colors of the rainbow. Everything is cool and sweet and I breathe in a rush of air which flows through the beautiful laughing leaves of the green old trees.
Abigail Vela
ich gehe durch den Nebel. Es ist dunstig. Wie immer. Dauernd Nebel. Überall. Manchmal denke ich, der Nebel kommt von meinen Gedanken. Desto lauter sie werden, desto nebeliger wird es. Ich sehe auf…
Sonnenschein.
MC DC
Pokemon, Cerulean City, ginger, staryu, psyduck, cartoons, ash, pickachu, weird hair, water, aqua, aqua man, justice league, comics, animation,
Jesse V.
Her eyes were misty as she looked out the window; somehow she could see the past and the future entangled in a series of knots. She saw beyond the cool raindrops – the window pane served as a frame for the sad and desolate road that was her life.
Ida
the misty fog elevated the adrenaline coursing through my already hot and jumpy body. i wasn’t sure where i was but i knew it wasn’t good. i started walking, unaware of the creatures behind me until i heard a faint creeping behind me. “hey”, he said.
ella
Misty was a labrador pup, black and tiny. She wouldn’t stay that way long. She was on the move, on the go. She was digging up my mother’s tulips, peeing on the rug, pooping on the couch. She wasn’t terribly well like by my mother. In retrospect, giving a puppy to a six year old without asking her parents isn’t a very good idea.
When I think about misty, I think snoopy for some reason, like when he wrote about the dark and stormy night, then I think Pokemon, because the redhead was named misty. I didn’t really watch Pokemon and I didn’t really like the games, though fairly, I consider myself a gamer. A lot of people freak out at that fact.
nathan
My mom’s name is Misty, she’s fairly beautiful, but really sometimes I worry about her. Her life has been a lot like her name, Misty.
Michelle W
oh stranger, lead me down the misty path–i won’t think to open my eyes.
cruel stones cut my feet as you pull me along,
and i laugh through my tears as time escapes us.
oh stranger, how i long for your voice and the melancholy it brings me
as you draw me farther into this bittersweet nightmare.
wherever you go, i will follow, hands tied, my gown trailing behind me.
oh stranger, the trees drip blood and my fear is thick in the air,
but you make not a sound. in this silence i drown, my cries for help too soft to hear.
oh stranger, how i worship this twisted world you’ve led me too.
i marvel at its evil, its wretched, sinful beauty…
no…
where have my senses gone?
they wander, lost, in your dark and tortured heart.
oh stranger, i know now that i cannot be saved,
and as i stumble after you to my certain doom, i smile in blissful ignorance.
rope caresses slender neck…my own pure heart stops beating.
you’ve caused me so much misery.
oh stranger…how i love you.
Melanie
On a dark misty day, I saw you. You were wearing my favorite of your flannel shirts. It’s the the red and black one that I like so much. It makes you look like a kid, but a very handsome one. I remember you just looking at me like you wanted to know me; now you do. We’ve talked for what must add up to hours now. I still wish I could know more about you, and I know there is something that I haven’t heard yet. I want to know something new about you every single day. You make me truly happy, as I hope that I will always make you.
Brynn
its wet but i don’t like the word mist i think its gross oh wait thats the word moist lol never mind misty hmm name of a cat okay that is definitely the name of a cat or a ghetto girl. yeah i remember this ghetto girl named misty that went to my school she left and had a baby i think hmm i should find her on Facebook i wonder how she is doing now
Erin Hy
Mountain. Like the hall at campus. Or like misty from pokemon. Or a misty mountain in the wintertime. How it becomes engulfed in its middle by the mist. There’s something within the altitude that makes it appear to be completely clear at the bottom.
Katrina
There was little floating across the water but the mist. A few lily pads here and there, once, a dead fish bobbed just under the surface, near the shore, but over all the wisps blew. They stripped and coagulated, vapors slipping back and forth around the little wavelets, up onto the shore tro dance at the bases of bushes and trees, and break up in the morning sun.
Jack Dalphin
Misty may treanor. Setting on a sprinkler. Rainy day. On the verge of tears.
its misty when its like cloudy and there are little tiny drops of water but tis mist its not water its just tiny little molecules of water very light and if many are on top of ur head it looks like a sponge kinda ahaha misty..misty is also a name…. yea i think it’s a name i’m not sure but yeah ummm idkwhat else to write!!! misty outside..oh look its misty outside WO !.NOT! oh i did it again..what the hell…i dont know waht this is for?? but i guess i got another extra minute to keep typing… well im bored…
Lizbeth
It was a foggy morning. grass sputtered with dew. and the air crisp like mountain air. the sun barely bursting through the misty horizon. the only sign of morning are the birds chirping.
jacob sanchez
Misty makes me think of a movie i once watched. it was a horrid movie. it sucked sooo badly. there was the living room we watched it in. i miss that living room. with the surround sound. and my dogs. I miss it all. i miss the good times and the bad times. nothing will ever bring that room back.
Danni
misty is a character on pokemon that me and my little brother used to watch. She only had water pokemon and at first she was a huge bitch and beat ash and pikachu in a battle, but then this that and there all happened and she became part of the crew. She had pale complexion and bright strawberry hair, it was always up in pig tails. every single show it was up in pig tails didnt that get annoying for her?
Ahh how I love mist. Yeah that sounded like bunch of writers’ bull but I really do like it. It reminds me of all the great mornings that have started great days and that kind of sounds like bull too. It just seems so… refreshing, if that’s the right word I’m looking for, but I don’t think it is.
Kjersa
It was a cold, and misty night. I was up in my bed, staring out the window. Wondering what my life would be like tomorrow. The mist was almost mesmerizing. It gave me a bit of hope in an odd way. I couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow could bring. It was all to exciting.
Kathy
The night was misty and cold. She hung around on the bridge for as long as she could, but about half an hour into the evening she gave up and went home. It became pretty clear that the things that had been happening for the past week would not be happening again tonight.
Angela Curro
Misty, the morning of the divorce. It was as if as though greater forces knew that that day was to be mourned. In a way, maybe we are guided, but who know.
The misty morning broke and the quiet still of the night was interupted by the crow of the rooster. Ruckus the mut raised her shaggy yellow head to look towards the sun as it crept above the distant hills. A beam of the golden rays pierced the thin curtains of Molly’s bedroom. This was the day she would leave.
The dark sky loomed above her. She looked down towards her feet. The ground was misty. The hot tears falling from her cheeks disappeared as they fell to the ground into the fog. She was too far into the forest to remember how to get back home.
Maggie
It was the misty mornings in Radford that I missed the most. When you would walk to work at the auction house and the warm mist would engulf your body in the few short blocks to work.
Beau
misty is this girl from pokemon that me and my brother used to watch when we were kids. she was the only girl out of the crew, and had only water pokemon. throughout the series it seemd that her and Brock kinda had a thing, but whatever because it was a kids show and nothing ever happened. the water pokemon were weak but one was a starfish that was kinda cool. She had red hair and pale complexion, she was always happy and i remember when all the characters smiled their eyes closed. One of the best parts about her character was she was sorta like the hot girl friend of the dudes that always came through in a pinch, at first she beat ash in a battle but then they became friends and well, the rest is history.
Luke
I look deep into your eyes. Nothing changes. My thoughts jump around, recalling the choices i have made. I have failed you. My last image of you is your sad, misty eyes.
Julia
The misty rain fell on my face and I felt free. Free as a bird. It was like very thing in the world had gone away and I was clean of al the fears I’ve ever had. I liked the most. I wanted to stay there for ever if I could but I knew that it would end soon. But I would always be in my heart and make me strong.
misty is the top of the mountains in the morning
misty is the breeze at night
misty is my heart when i see her
misty is my love in life
pokemon gym leader
likes water pokemon
red hair
spunky
ash destroyed her bike
travels the pokemon world with ash, pikachu, and brock
likes starmie… and psyduck :P
The clouds hang low over the mountains, casting mist across the valleys. It is dark, an eerie silence hanging over the small town nestled in the heart of the mountains. The people are scared – never has there been quite as much mist across the valleys as that one might, forty years ago.
There was a light outside, next to the door. I could see how misty is was through the foggy window. It was quite lovely; watching the rain drop in the garden as I waited for Cassie.
The night bloomed seemingly out of no where. the rivers ran through the misty ghost town like ribbons in a young girls hair. No one dared ventured out into the streets tonight. There was one brave soul, always was. But he never returned home the next morning. They never did.
I did this a few minutes ago and wrote a really weird and boring paragraph about a redhead that popped into my mind called Misty when I saw the words but I didn’t send it in because it was boring and because Misty is a slutty name I guess though I would still like to meet her
it was a misty night. i looked to my right and saw nothing but dark trees curling over head. I looked back and saw a house in the distance. my house. I was not going back now. I slung my back pack over my shoulder and headed for what could be disaster, but I wasnt looking back now. i had finally escaped. it was my time to be indipendant
Pokemon. Misty. She’s like a falling star in a blue cloudless night. Blue and green and red like all the colors of the rainbow. Everything is cool and sweet and I breathe in a rush of air which flows through the beautiful laughing leaves of the green old trees.
ich gehe durch den Nebel. Es ist dunstig. Wie immer. Dauernd Nebel. Überall. Manchmal denke ich, der Nebel kommt von meinen Gedanken. Desto lauter sie werden, desto nebeliger wird es. Ich sehe auf…
Sonnenschein.
Pokemon, Cerulean City, ginger, staryu, psyduck, cartoons, ash, pickachu, weird hair, water, aqua, aqua man, justice league, comics, animation,
Her eyes were misty as she looked out the window; somehow she could see the past and the future entangled in a series of knots. She saw beyond the cool raindrops – the window pane served as a frame for the sad and desolate road that was her life.
the misty fog elevated the adrenaline coursing through my already hot and jumpy body. i wasn’t sure where i was but i knew it wasn’t good. i started walking, unaware of the creatures behind me until i heard a faint creeping behind me. “hey”, he said.
Misty was a labrador pup, black and tiny. She wouldn’t stay that way long. She was on the move, on the go. She was digging up my mother’s tulips, peeing on the rug, pooping on the couch. She wasn’t terribly well like by my mother. In retrospect, giving a puppy to a six year old without asking her parents isn’t a very good idea.
When I think about misty, I think snoopy for some reason, like when he wrote about the dark and stormy night, then I think Pokemon, because the redhead was named misty. I didn’t really watch Pokemon and I didn’t really like the games, though fairly, I consider myself a gamer. A lot of people freak out at that fact.
My mom’s name is Misty, she’s fairly beautiful, but really sometimes I worry about her. Her life has been a lot like her name, Misty.
oh stranger, lead me down the misty path–i won’t think to open my eyes.
cruel stones cut my feet as you pull me along,
and i laugh through my tears as time escapes us.
oh stranger, how i long for your voice and the melancholy it brings me
as you draw me farther into this bittersweet nightmare.
wherever you go, i will follow, hands tied, my gown trailing behind me.
oh stranger, the trees drip blood and my fear is thick in the air,
but you make not a sound. in this silence i drown, my cries for help too soft to hear.
oh stranger, how i worship this twisted world you’ve led me too.
i marvel at its evil, its wretched, sinful beauty…
no…
where have my senses gone?
they wander, lost, in your dark and tortured heart.
oh stranger, i know now that i cannot be saved,
and as i stumble after you to my certain doom, i smile in blissful ignorance.
rope caresses slender neck…my own pure heart stops beating.
you’ve caused me so much misery.
oh stranger…how i love you.
On a dark misty day, I saw you. You were wearing my favorite of your flannel shirts. It’s the the red and black one that I like so much. It makes you look like a kid, but a very handsome one. I remember you just looking at me like you wanted to know me; now you do. We’ve talked for what must add up to hours now. I still wish I could know more about you, and I know there is something that I haven’t heard yet. I want to know something new about you every single day. You make me truly happy, as I hope that I will always make you.
its wet but i don’t like the word mist i think its gross oh wait thats the word moist lol never mind misty hmm name of a cat okay that is definitely the name of a cat or a ghetto girl. yeah i remember this ghetto girl named misty that went to my school she left and had a baby i think hmm i should find her on Facebook i wonder how she is doing now
Mountain. Like the hall at campus. Or like misty from pokemon. Or a misty mountain in the wintertime. How it becomes engulfed in its middle by the mist. There’s something within the altitude that makes it appear to be completely clear at the bottom.
There was little floating across the water but the mist. A few lily pads here and there, once, a dead fish bobbed just under the surface, near the shore, but over all the wisps blew. They stripped and coagulated, vapors slipping back and forth around the little wavelets, up onto the shore tro dance at the bases of bushes and trees, and break up in the morning sun.
Misty may treanor. Setting on a sprinkler. Rainy day. On the verge of tears.
misty dog. misty days. misty nights. kids at play, misty world, misty ways, wish me real, misty daze. misty heals, misty feels, misty real, misty place.
Misty is a lady with “t”…Missy….Misty. HAHAHAHA!
Yellow t-shirt, short denim shorts, red suspenders, and a pigtail on one side.
And of course, there’s Togepi.
Words work for me !
its misty when its like cloudy and there are little tiny drops of water but tis mist its not water its just tiny little molecules of water very light and if many are on top of ur head it looks like a sponge kinda ahaha misty..misty is also a name…. yea i think it’s a name i’m not sure but yeah ummm idkwhat else to write!!! misty outside..oh look its misty outside WO !.NOT! oh i did it again..what the hell…i dont know waht this is for?? but i guess i got another extra minute to keep typing… well im bored…
It was a foggy morning. grass sputtered with dew. and the air crisp like mountain air. the sun barely bursting through the misty horizon. the only sign of morning are the birds chirping.
Misty makes me think of a movie i once watched. it was a horrid movie. it sucked sooo badly. there was the living room we watched it in. i miss that living room. with the surround sound. and my dogs. I miss it all. i miss the good times and the bad times. nothing will ever bring that room back.
misty is a character on pokemon that me and my little brother used to watch. She only had water pokemon and at first she was a huge bitch and beat ash and pikachu in a battle, but then this that and there all happened and she became part of the crew. She had pale complexion and bright strawberry hair, it was always up in pig tails. every single show it was up in pig tails didnt that get annoying for her?
Ahh how I love mist. Yeah that sounded like bunch of writers’ bull but I really do like it. It reminds me of all the great mornings that have started great days and that kind of sounds like bull too. It just seems so… refreshing, if that’s the right word I’m looking for, but I don’t think it is.
It was a cold, and misty night. I was up in my bed, staring out the window. Wondering what my life would be like tomorrow. The mist was almost mesmerizing. It gave me a bit of hope in an odd way. I couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow could bring. It was all to exciting.
The night was misty and cold. She hung around on the bridge for as long as she could, but about half an hour into the evening she gave up and went home. It became pretty clear that the things that had been happening for the past week would not be happening again tonight.
Misty, the morning of the divorce. It was as if as though greater forces knew that that day was to be mourned. In a way, maybe we are guided, but who know.
i already did the misty one gimme a new one.
The misty morning broke and the quiet still of the night was interupted by the crow of the rooster. Ruckus the mut raised her shaggy yellow head to look towards the sun as it crept above the distant hills. A beam of the golden rays pierced the thin curtains of Molly’s bedroom. This was the day she would leave.
The dark sky loomed above her. She looked down towards her feet. The ground was misty. The hot tears falling from her cheeks disappeared as they fell to the ground into the fog. She was too far into the forest to remember how to get back home.
It was the misty mornings in Radford that I missed the most. When you would walk to work at the auction house and the warm mist would engulf your body in the few short blocks to work.
misty is this girl from pokemon that me and my brother used to watch when we were kids. she was the only girl out of the crew, and had only water pokemon. throughout the series it seemd that her and Brock kinda had a thing, but whatever because it was a kids show and nothing ever happened. the water pokemon were weak but one was a starfish that was kinda cool. She had red hair and pale complexion, she was always happy and i remember when all the characters smiled their eyes closed. One of the best parts about her character was she was sorta like the hot girl friend of the dudes that always came through in a pinch, at first she beat ash in a battle but then they became friends and well, the rest is history.
I look deep into your eyes. Nothing changes. My thoughts jump around, recalling the choices i have made. I have failed you. My last image of you is your sad, misty eyes.
The misty rain fell on my face and I felt free. Free as a bird. It was like very thing in the world had gone away and I was clean of al the fears I’ve ever had. I liked the most. I wanted to stay there for ever if I could but I knew that it would end soon. But I would always be in my heart and make me strong.