They like to assume myth is contradictory: infallible but fundamentally untrue, passed on yet never truly remembered. That can apply to things, animals, but what of a person, shrouded in myth but real all the same?
The woman was a goddess in her time and the gods surrounded her for her knowledge. She was something they believed was not real. She appeared as the myth they rumored about.
Quyionah Wingfield
mythic proportions-and just what that might be? like a child being exposed to something so far beyond his/her grasp.
Kizzie Jones
He walked in as though stepping out of the pages of some legendary book. Muscles taut beneath his shirt, face smooth and clean, hair carefully done to look cautiously messy. He was a man who thought of himself as a myth and it was quite the sight to see.
there was something mythic(aL) about here. everything about her was. she wore it well. one her sleeve, across her chest, covering her face, before flooding down to her legs. it was all that she was—this mythical creature.
Mythic wife
eats
too much
cheese
mythic wife
tries too hard
to please.
Mythic wife
is hard to find
Mythic wife
cannot be mine.
Kit
Red and scaly, it ascended from the depths of the lake before them. Their academic cynicism shattered like glass, and left them exposed and trembling like children. Drenched in lake water, at the mercy of their small canoe, they
not real but entransing. mystical mysterious spell bounding never ending fascinating
Sue Jones
Mythic. I have no idea what this means. Is it like a myth? But mythical? I think that’s what it means. Although, Porter said the word mystic. I feel like mystic is different that mythic. But maybe it has the same roots? I’m not really good at this. And I feel like it’s been longer than one minute. I think it’s almost over…
Jeremy
he trurned his head towards the blinding sun and like a mythic dragon opened his mouth and growled and screamed with the rewards of his meal in front of him
It was everything and it was nothing. It was life and death. She never let anyone know her true self because her true self was a fabrication, an illusion for the people. She breezed through life allowing people to see what they wanted to see and that is what caused people to love her. Then at the end, when it was near time to depart this world it became apparent; she was alone.
Beka
There were rumours that a rare, mysterious creature inhabited the water in this region. The lucky ones who had managed to glimpse the creature said that it had the upper body of a human, and a lower body of a fish. And when he heard, he was intrigued.
This word makes me think of something imaginary. I see mountains with heavy mist and ancient characters on horses riding through the mist. I hear harp music and weird language. It’s not really scary but just kind of different and magical.
They like to assume myth is contradictory: infallible but fundamentally untrue, passed on yet never truly remembered. That can apply to things, animals, but what of a person, shrouded in myth but real all the same?
“You’re like a fuckin’ unicorn or something now, dude. Mythic.”
I laughed. “I show up to school every day.”
“Yeah but no one ever sees you. No one ever remembers seeing you in class or anything.”
“My participation grade in school is fine.”
“How does no one remember you?”
I have no mythologies to follow, so I make it up as I go along, like a chimera of mythic proportions all my own.
The woman was a goddess in her time and the gods surrounded her for her knowledge. She was something they believed was not real. She appeared as the myth they rumored about.
mythic proportions-and just what that might be? like a child being exposed to something so far beyond his/her grasp.
He walked in as though stepping out of the pages of some legendary book. Muscles taut beneath his shirt, face smooth and clean, hair carefully done to look cautiously messy. He was a man who thought of himself as a myth and it was quite the sight to see.
gods and goddesses, heroes. Trojan Horse, Greek, grand, epic, Odyssey, witches, magic, superpower,
there was something mythic(aL) about here. everything about her was. she wore it well. one her sleeve, across her chest, covering her face, before flooding down to her legs. it was all that she was—this mythical creature.
Mythic
Mythic wife
eats
too much
cheese
mythic wife
tries too hard
to please.
Mythic wife
is hard to find
Mythic wife
cannot be mine.
Red and scaly, it ascended from the depths of the lake before them. Their academic cynicism shattered like glass, and left them exposed and trembling like children. Drenched in lake water, at the mercy of their small canoe, they
not real but entransing. mystical mysterious spell bounding never ending fascinating
Mythic. I have no idea what this means. Is it like a myth? But mythical? I think that’s what it means. Although, Porter said the word mystic. I feel like mystic is different that mythic. But maybe it has the same roots? I’m not really good at this. And I feel like it’s been longer than one minute. I think it’s almost over…
he trurned his head towards the blinding sun and like a mythic dragon opened his mouth and growled and screamed with the rewards of his meal in front of him
It was everything and it was nothing. It was life and death. She never let anyone know her true self because her true self was a fabrication, an illusion for the people. She breezed through life allowing people to see what they wanted to see and that is what caused people to love her. Then at the end, when it was near time to depart this world it became apparent; she was alone.
There were rumours that a rare, mysterious creature inhabited the water in this region. The lucky ones who had managed to glimpse the creature said that it had the upper body of a human, and a lower body of a fish. And when he heard, he was intrigued.
This word makes me think of something imaginary. I see mountains with heavy mist and ancient characters on horses riding through the mist. I hear harp music and weird language. It’s not really scary but just kind of different and magical.