The sunlight had given way to twilight and as the moon slowly made it’s way over the edge of the forest the thin layer of mist began to emerge. Gently moving in and enveloping the trees like an errie shroud over the meadow.
Do villains ever get tired of emerging dramatically from the mist? I know I never do. It’s good for my skin and it gets me pumped to beat up the good guys. Ugh, with their tight underwear OVER the pants, I mean who does that…..
Through the mist of the falls I thought I saw something. Maybe I was just seeing things, but I could have sworn I saw something that… wasn’t quite from this world. Something that completely changed how I saw everything after.
I have this cousin named Misty. She is married to a man that is very unkind to her children. She won’t believe any of her family that this man is a detriment to her children. I really don’t like her.
The mist fell over the mountains. It was beautiful and I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight. I wondered why I couldn’t live there, in that place of beauty, why I had to live in a place where no seasons came. I never wanted to leave.
The mist is clouding her eyes. there is nothing that she sees beyond it all. What is there to await, anymore? What is there to her life anymore? What is left of her ambitions?? no more dreamin
There is nothing that anyone can say that will help.
The mist turns to rain. The mist turns to rain. Forever more.
The mist kissed my skin so lightly that it tickled and made me smile. I love walking into the hot shower right after he’s gotten out. It smells like him. Remnants of his routine strewn about… soap, shampoo, toothbrush. It warms my spirit and most importantly, makes me happy.
Hello, my name is andrew lee. i attend georgia perimeter college in Dunwoody. My major is journalism. I choes this major becuase i enjoy writing alot, especially about the media. I also enjoy learning new techniques about this field.
Walking threw Disney on a hot day, there was mist. Staying the night on a hill, there was mist. In the shower with you, we licked the mist. Early in the morning walking to school, we walk through mist – So thin yet so powerful holding the ability to wet you like any other waterfall but small and and slower. The mist is deceiving, the mist is creepin’. You can’t fight what you can’t see. Quality always better then quantity.
The mist settled on the ground as the sun rose and turned its face toward my front door. I was awake, regretfully so, and lacing up my trainers to start my first day of a new life. As I walked into the yard, the mist kissed my ankles and wished me good morning. It was going to be a good day.
The mist. Eerie and mysterious. What is beyond that mist? A city? A foreign land? Maybe even an ongoing road. Where does it lead? What lies ahead? The mist is blinding me from seeing all the possibilities. I wonder…where will that mist take me. Let’s hope it will take me on a never-ending journey.
Mist is a rain and what am I even doing? I don’t understand mist, I can’t. What is this mist? Mist likes to refresh me but I don’t want to be refreshed(!) Wow Am I almost out of time or what is this even for? What even? Oneword.com isn’t supposed to be about this at all, I mean am I even? fdjfda;fda
fdafd
Mist. The cool water on a hot summer say. The refreshing feeling of cool water. Oh, how I wish I could feel it. How I wish I could feel anything at all.
Saturday morning… Ahhhh, my friend and I go outside to play with my new hose! Man we were jumping on the trampoline spraying each other with the hose and it’s many different settings! then the next door neighbor came out, staring at us. We didn’t care :) I love my best friend, we have the craziest times together!
i lost myself in the mist. there is no way to move out. i am wandering in the mist and the darkness envelops me in this mist. the fog and mist represents gloom and sorrow. i await the light to dispel the mist and darkness.
It’s getting cold and gray outside and that’s my favorite sort of weather. What are your thoughts on the weather? I’d have to say I never gave a damn, and it never gave a damn about me. I mean, there’s never anything more terrifying than driving with my mom and brother, unless there’s mist on the bridge.
the mist hit my face like a personal kiss from the ocean, chilling as it touched my already damp skin. I shivered slightly, breathing in the salty air around me and swallowing down the marshy stench that swam up from the ground. The wooden boardwalk beneath me was swollen from moisture.
Great waters looked over others coming in and thoughts of doing to the shore what water had never done to land before. the clouds were low and harry in the skies. like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. Misty and Ash Catchem
Cool. A little breezy. Yeah, I like that.
Can it fall over me a little bit more?
Wait, I can’t tell.
Are those your fingers?
Or just that mist in the air?
Well, either way, I like it
I’m a sucker for this kinda stuff, ya know?
So please, keep it coming
That mist
Keep it coming…
Jen walked down the dark street, and approached the sheet of mist. The trees seemed to circle down around her like a looming cave. Her breath began to quicken as her fear of what awaited her built up in her chest like a volcano waiting to erupt.
what is this? hahah
ooh well :P
I’m looking at this purple line on the bottom? what is itt
maybe its a timer
that’d be cool
yayaayayayayayya
maybe the government is reading this
hi government person
i bet you wish you could say hi back ;)
hahahaha
your love is like a winter mist………. covering me all over….soothing me and cooling me…. i feel so comfortable… i am so happy…. i don’t want to see anyone except you…. i feel like i am in a dream world…may the summer never come……
taking in the scent, the air, the mist mingling with the smoke, i remember we ran in the mornings down around the mountain and sprinted hard back up until we couldnt feel our arms anymore. we were so perfect why did you kiss me
The morning was misty. So misty in fact that you could not see beyong your hand. I had never been in such a thick fog or mist. Previous mornings on the ship had been misty, but never like this. Today was also the first day that I was not sea-sick. Finally a morning without the taste of vomit in my mouth.
Today when I woke up, it was really misty. I live in a valley and the mist tends to just settle, especially around this time of year, with the trees turning and just peeking above the mist. It makes me feel like when I was little and making piles of leaves to jump into, laying there and smelling the earth. It feels like home.
When I see mist I think of castles and green rolling hills that help to lift my spirit and give me a sense of adventure. I also think about rainy days and the smells it gives off, remember Idaho has no water or rain so this is escpecially a wonderful thought for me. Sometimes it makes me think of concerts and misty stages.
mist
and smoke
a veil of soft
disquiet
to soothe the harsh lines
of reality
i loved you once
in the bright of day
but oh, the mist
makes everything more palatable
I can’t see through it, I can’t decipher what is on the other side. I can’t smell it, I can’t hear it, I can’t taste it, but I can feel it, a damp caress on my cheek, but I can see it; not through, not past, but the mist itself. For now, that’s enough.
The dreary, grey, tired mist hung over the town. The town itself was deserted save for the poor souls, struggling to get by the day-to-day runnings of the location. Still they press on…
The fragrance of her mist lingered in the air long after she was gone. Yes she had that effect on people. There was something about her which left a pleasant memory and all were left with this thirst of wanting to know more about her. That was how she was strong yet subtle..
mist came off the river, when we walked. In the middle, we both looked like we had superpowers and could walk on water. We found clam shells, and old tires. Shoes and abandoned pop bottles. Nothing could take away from the beauty that night. “Is this heaven” He says?
Mist blanketed the sea and the hills, that evening, as the storm rolled in. We sat under the roof of the smoothie bar, reading, and marveling at the beauty of the country. It wouldn’t be with us for long. No. Time to go home, and get back to life, and responsibilities.
Que lastima!
The mist is fog. Fog is mist. fog is mist. What? I don’t know. I think I just lost the game. Mist is haze. Mist is smoke. Bitch. Hah. I win. Your pink taco is mine now, whore. HAHA. Mist is.. MISTY from pokemon. I have a feeling that Brock will get laid tonight. ;D Cause Misty is a slut.
swing and condensation
affirmation and things he couldn’t mention
through the fog of his own misgivings
thanks and overflow
The sunlight had given way to twilight and as the moon slowly made it’s way over the edge of the forest the thin layer of mist began to emerge. Gently moving in and enveloping the trees like an errie shroud over the meadow.
Do villains ever get tired of emerging dramatically from the mist? I know I never do. It’s good for my skin and it gets me pumped to beat up the good guys. Ugh, with their tight underwear OVER the pants, I mean who does that…..
Through the mist of the falls I thought I saw something. Maybe I was just seeing things, but I could have sworn I saw something that… wasn’t quite from this world. Something that completely changed how I saw everything after.
I have this cousin named Misty. She is married to a man that is very unkind to her children. She won’t believe any of her family that this man is a detriment to her children. I really don’t like her.
The mist fell over the mountains. It was beautiful and I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight. I wondered why I couldn’t live there, in that place of beauty, why I had to live in a place where no seasons came. I never wanted to leave.
they mist their sunshine gods.
The mist is clouding her eyes. there is nothing that she sees beyond it all. What is there to await, anymore? What is there to her life anymore? What is left of her ambitions?? no more dreamin
There is nothing that anyone can say that will help.
The mist turns to rain. The mist turns to rain. Forever more.
The mist kissed my skin so lightly that it tickled and made me smile. I love walking into the hot shower right after he’s gotten out. It smells like him. Remnants of his routine strewn about… soap, shampoo, toothbrush. It warms my spirit and most importantly, makes me happy.
Hello, my name is andrew lee. i attend georgia perimeter college in Dunwoody. My major is journalism. I choes this major becuase i enjoy writing alot, especially about the media. I also enjoy learning new techniques about this field.
The hot summer day, I reach towards the strawberries and the mist touches my face and it cools me down.
Walking threw Disney on a hot day, there was mist. Staying the night on a hill, there was mist. In the shower with you, we licked the mist. Early in the morning walking to school, we walk through mist – So thin yet so powerful holding the ability to wet you like any other waterfall but small and and slower. The mist is deceiving, the mist is creepin’. You can’t fight what you can’t see. Quality always better then quantity.
The mist settled on the ground as the sun rose and turned its face toward my front door. I was awake, regretfully so, and lacing up my trainers to start my first day of a new life. As I walked into the yard, the mist kissed my ankles and wished me good morning. It was going to be a good day.
The mist. Eerie and mysterious. What is beyond that mist? A city? A foreign land? Maybe even an ongoing road. Where does it lead? What lies ahead? The mist is blinding me from seeing all the possibilities. I wonder…where will that mist take me. Let’s hope it will take me on a never-ending journey.
Mist is a rain and what am I even doing? I don’t understand mist, I can’t. What is this mist? Mist likes to refresh me but I don’t want to be refreshed(!) Wow Am I almost out of time or what is this even for? What even? Oneword.com isn’t supposed to be about this at all, I mean am I even? fdjfda;fda
fdafd
Mist. The cool water on a hot summer say. The refreshing feeling of cool water. Oh, how I wish I could feel it. How I wish I could feel anything at all.
Saturday morning… Ahhhh, my friend and I go outside to play with my new hose! Man we were jumping on the trampoline spraying each other with the hose and it’s many different settings! then the next door neighbor came out, staring at us. We didn’t care :) I love my best friend, we have the craziest times together!
i lost myself in the mist. there is no way to move out. i am wandering in the mist and the darkness envelops me in this mist. the fog and mist represents gloom and sorrow. i await the light to dispel the mist and darkness.
It’s getting cold and gray outside and that’s my favorite sort of weather. What are your thoughts on the weather? I’d have to say I never gave a damn, and it never gave a damn about me. I mean, there’s never anything more terrifying than driving with my mom and brother, unless there’s mist on the bridge.
the mist hit my face like a personal kiss from the ocean, chilling as it touched my already damp skin. I shivered slightly, breathing in the salty air around me and swallowing down the marshy stench that swam up from the ground. The wooden boardwalk beneath me was swollen from moisture.
Great waters looked over others coming in and thoughts of doing to the shore what water had never done to land before. the clouds were low and harry in the skies. like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. Misty and Ash Catchem
Cool. A little breezy. Yeah, I like that.
Can it fall over me a little bit more?
Wait, I can’t tell.
Are those your fingers?
Or just that mist in the air?
Well, either way, I like it
I’m a sucker for this kinda stuff, ya know?
So please, keep it coming
That mist
Keep it coming…
above her blowhole
translucent confetti-spume
powder thrown to a headwind
her songline
echoes through hull
fissures
and skull
a silver gull arcs
wheels
cries
into a cold southerly
lashing the bluff
the black mass
leans
dives
down to her song
at the bottom of the world
Jen walked down the dark street, and approached the sheet of mist. The trees seemed to circle down around her like a looming cave. Her breath began to quicken as her fear of what awaited her built up in her chest like a volcano waiting to erupt.
Hi
what is this? hahah
ooh well :P
I’m looking at this purple line on the bottom? what is itt
maybe its a timer
that’d be cool
yayaayayayayayya
maybe the government is reading this
hi government person
i bet you wish you could say hi back ;)
hahahaha
your love is like a winter mist………. covering me all over….soothing me and cooling me…. i feel so comfortable… i am so happy…. i don’t want to see anyone except you…. i feel like i am in a dream world…may the summer never come……
The ocean’s harsh waves crash against the surface and mist my delicate legs, as the sole of each foot prints the soft sand.
your love is like a winter mist………. covering me all over….soothing me and cooling me…. i feel so comfortable…may the summer never come……
taking in the scent, the air, the mist mingling with the smoke, i remember we ran in the mornings down around the mountain and sprinted hard back up until we couldnt feel our arms anymore. we were so perfect why did you kiss me
The morning was misty. So misty in fact that you could not see beyong your hand. I had never been in such a thick fog or mist. Previous mornings on the ship had been misty, but never like this. Today was also the first day that I was not sea-sick. Finally a morning without the taste of vomit in my mouth.
Today when I woke up, it was really misty. I live in a valley and the mist tends to just settle, especially around this time of year, with the trees turning and just peeking above the mist. It makes me feel like when I was little and making piles of leaves to jump into, laying there and smelling the earth. It feels like home.
When I see mist I think of castles and green rolling hills that help to lift my spirit and give me a sense of adventure. I also think about rainy days and the smells it gives off, remember Idaho has no water or rain so this is escpecially a wonderful thought for me. Sometimes it makes me think of concerts and misty stages.
mist
and smoke
a veil of soft
disquiet
to soothe the harsh lines
of reality
i loved you once
in the bright of day
but oh, the mist
makes everything more palatable
I can’t see through it, I can’t decipher what is on the other side. I can’t smell it, I can’t hear it, I can’t taste it, but I can feel it, a damp caress on my cheek, but I can see it; not through, not past, but the mist itself. For now, that’s enough.
The dreary, grey, tired mist hung over the town. The town itself was deserted save for the poor souls, struggling to get by the day-to-day runnings of the location. Still they press on…
The fragrance of her mist lingered in the air long after she was gone. Yes she had that effect on people. There was something about her which left a pleasant memory and all were left with this thirst of wanting to know more about her. That was how she was strong yet subtle..
mist came off the river, when we walked. In the middle, we both looked like we had superpowers and could walk on water. We found clam shells, and old tires. Shoes and abandoned pop bottles. Nothing could take away from the beauty that night. “Is this heaven” He says?
Mist blanketed the sea and the hills, that evening, as the storm rolled in. We sat under the roof of the smoothie bar, reading, and marveling at the beauty of the country. It wouldn’t be with us for long. No. Time to go home, and get back to life, and responsibilities.
Que lastima!
Amidst the mists and fiercest frosts my mind is struggling to stay above the water.
A cold, icy, distemperture is blowing me from my course, and I’m doing everything I can not to drown in this abyss.
When really I’m just wallowing.
Get back up on the horse, ride until you meet the sun.
The mist is fog. Fog is mist. fog is mist. What? I don’t know. I think I just lost the game. Mist is haze. Mist is smoke. Bitch. Hah. I win. Your pink taco is mine now, whore. HAHA. Mist is.. MISTY from pokemon. I have a feeling that Brock will get laid tonight. ;D Cause Misty is a slut.