in the infinite gaps between breathing and the space needle we see so many men in rippled beds all preened before coming out of bathtubs. Frank O’Hara you are gorgeous and I would have left my girlfriend to make out with you, you widows’s-peak.
Jeff Brennan
mysterious faces glow back at me as I try to go on.. Why are you here? I ask suspiciously as they glare back. I wonder if it has anything to do with my enormous ass. And they nod.
Cydnie LaCour
everyone tries to feel mysterious. there’s something very attractive and engaging about mystery. i feel that everyone is mysterious. we all have things we hide from people for fear of social judgment.
if i could associate a color with mystery…it would definitely be grey.
joi
there are so many mysteries in the world. what is a black hole? why are some men so mysterious? i wish i could look into someone’s face and know what they were thinking, what their plan of action is, and who they truly are, beneath their veneer of mystery.
Eline
it is crazy to believe that some people live their lives in mystery. also, it is a mystery to me why the flyers just lost game 6 against the washington caps!! not fair! they should have won this game. they didn’t want it enough…better luck tomroorow.
narda
Mystery
What can be said?
Well, as far as a literary genre, it’s generally unintelligent, trite, and garishly contrived.
As far as in reality, the idea of a mystery is something left for Scooby Doo
Kevin Cole
Mystery is bound in silence. Dear friends held in refractions of light, mist on the empty fields. A lone lamp sits quietly with no one reading in its light shed.
tyler wallis
Mysterious worlds collide when Totem poles descend from the sky.
portablebrain
well, the one thing ive always felt about mystery is that its for kids. very much the scooby doo era. Real Life as adults engage in it is so devoid of surprise, and to be honest im not even sure theyd want a mystery, in the same way children do…
tallulah
… give me a better word!!!!
p
how is it that we are back here again? how is it that no matter how far i push or pull or bend or break, it all comes back to this. this same room. this same internet window. is this home? or is this just my holding pad? what is it that will finally stick? what is it that i have been waiting for?
starz
It was a mystery. We weren’t even sure why it was so bright out that night, or so quiet. Usually the teenagers would be up, dancing, laughing, having a good time. We would be awake, yelling and screaming at each other, my sister and I. But tonight was different. Tonight, the sky was alight with what looked like stars, but bigger, brighter, more alive than any star I’d seen before.
Noah Riehle
The mystery of it all was how in the hell he managed to get strong enough glue to keep his hands on his now severed head after a twenty feet drop.
Twilight
It was truly a mystery when the boy looked into his sock drawer and realized that none of his socks, not a single one, had a match. Instead of wondering where the other half of all the socks had gone, he instead wondered why he didn’t own at least two pairs of the same kind of sock. Now he would have to wear two different colored socks.
Cina
what is this? How does this happen? What does this mean? I find you in some dark alley and I feel my spine melting and my heart racing. Who are you? Can I see more of you? I think you are really all I have ever wanted but I can’t know. Your dark hair and your light eyes welcome me into a world I do not know and I like it…a lot more than I had thought
Andria
I love mysteries, they’re everything interesting in life. they’re the glue that keeps us all moving forward. and they’re all different. none are the same. they are the immortal question. I mean it. they keep us intrigued in life. they keep us moving forward, getting better. They’re amazing.
Desi
ive always tried to have a little bit of this in my life.
it was really fun to keep things back, or to give those furtive little glances or just do really odd shit to confuse people. leave notes in code in places people will eventually look, but not for a long while – what would they think? Do you write they an actual, thoughtful note that they would have no chance of ever deciphering?
Cory Shepherdson
i just did this and got the same word. I think of mystery of being quiet and alone. Someone is hiding something to the whole world.
Melisa
It was a dark and stormy night. The children had just finished a box of Cheezits when there came a shreek from the other room. When they got there, no one was inside. All that was left was an open window
Joel Rittenhouse
i love mysteries. i never liked to read and then i did because i read a mystery. they are so… fun. you never know what will happen.
Rose H.
The mystery mobile was the greatest tie that normal people had to hippies. It’s gone forever now. Just like the psychadelic shirts and acid trips. Scooby dooby doo.
Devon Halvorson
the silent winds that shuffle across your feet on a dark night, his glimmering eyes that sparkle like sapphires and the way my heart shrouds its true colors even from myself
Nicole Cassese
The end of a great book is the resolution. The best example of this is a mystery. A novel that draws the reader in and keeps them glued to the page until the ultimate conclusion.
Ray Hewitt
Goddamn I love cheesies. The sort of crunch-melt sensation bursting in a cheesy explosion within my mouth. That this is a mystery to you is a mystery to me. “It’s full of trans fat, yuck,” you say, wrinkling that dainty nose. You make a point of eating your baby carrots noisily.
Dizzy
a mystery of the heart. That’s what’s left around the chestal region for me. It used to beat and gush and whatnot. Now that mechanical pump’s worthless. The part that’s missing is unknown- never was known. I get to the part when I meet someone and then I know that I should be feeling something more than the nothing.
trashjunkid
you are so mysterious. I am in love with you, the way I dont know what you are feeling. But I know we cant have a relationship because I need this mystery. This is the attraction; this is why you remain in my heart always. I am always wondering and I am always willing to wonder. If you ever knew how I felt I’d want you to remember: I love you… I love you always and forever. You may not even notice me, but I love you.
Albert
there is a mystery which abounds in us all of us, no matter who it is. What do you hold to be your mystery? What do you think is worthy of being your personal mystery? Most people strive for a life time to be seen in mysterious ways. Other people simply walk outside in the morning and are just swept into the mystery which is their life. What is next on the road? What do I need to get me through the day?
Mark Hynes
I once was told that life is a mystery.
And never before did I see this as true.
But you came along and it became so different.
Mystery.
Myth.
Magical.
You are now my everything. I believe in the unbelievable.
Thanks.
Lolly
unkown traveled a wary place of undefined imagination books and pages fillec with words put together by strangers into some form of entertainment pleasurable and suspenseful almost as the day is long. hold on tight and shut your eyes never lose sight of the wonderous emmense expansion of characters as the plot thickens beneath your feet
lexxi
mystery is a very important thing in life and yet we don’t like ot much of it.
Amit
It was the start of the game, the blinds were drawn and the lights dimmed. When Henry rose from his seat and shouted “Oh god!”, it sent shivers down my spine.
daz
well it was a mystery for a long time, but bertha decided that she liked it that way. see, while it was a mystery she could pretend that her mother had been a good woman. while it was a mystery she didn’t have to think about all the awful, terrible things her mother had done. no, it was a mystery and that was the way it must stay.
tracizzle
One word is about all I need to know about you. And then I shall know all that there is to know. When I learn something about you, I will be complete.
sometimes all it takes is one word to make a person feel happy. When I look at the top of that page and see only part of the word written, it makes me think that there is some mystery behind it. I would like to discover the mystery behind it just as I would like to discover the mystery behind you! Are you ever curious about something and then find that there is no mystery to it? I am always curious about everything. There is no mystery as to why I am so curious.
Jos Rogg
my life my world
mykael
It’s a mystery to me whether or not I’ll ever figure out what I want to do with my life. Maybe I’ll stay in the same major now; maybe I’ll get a semester away from graduation and just suddenly decide to do something totally different. I’m not quite sure.
I get called mysterious a lot. People say it’s because I don’t open up to people very well. But that isn’t exactly my fault… I just never have much to say.
Larissa
scientific mysteries are never solved by human nature. The sheer brilliance of the shining star is almost enough deterence to fight off the nagging, almost paining tears at the souls morality. the guilty never rest. all hail britinia
Eli
Nancy drew is a real fine gal. I learned alot from her. all about how to climb into spooky attics by yourself and how to get kidnapped and also how to save lots of old people. hmmm she always was saving old people huh? welll I love when she finally solves her mystery, becaus ethen she can chow down on a sundae with her best friends bess and george, and
Mary Ro
intrigue, unknown.
How did this happen? What went on here? Someone lies dead on the floor and though she was here the whole time she remembers nothing. Is she the killer? Perhaps a lovers quarrel and she’s playing the fool, but the victim was more than twice her size. It’s rather impossible she could throw him over the balcony..maybe she had help…
Ona
Once upon a time there was a great mystery. Some people came along to solve it, but when they got there nobody could remember what the mystery was in the first place. Double mystery. Which eventually evolved into a riddle wrapped in an enigma.
The End.
Marion Crane
There is no end no beginning no plot. You just have to figure out something that really doesn’t matter anyway. Most often someone’s dead that you really didn’t care about anyway and more often than not its a beautiful women that is either implicated or in danger. Life is a mystery. I don’t know that I’ll ever understand it. I wonder if that means that I’m going to end up dead or if I’m the beautiful woman.
in the infinite gaps between breathing and the space needle we see so many men in rippled beds all preened before coming out of bathtubs. Frank O’Hara you are gorgeous and I would have left my girlfriend to make out with you, you widows’s-peak.
mysterious faces glow back at me as I try to go on.. Why are you here? I ask suspiciously as they glare back. I wonder if it has anything to do with my enormous ass. And they nod.
everyone tries to feel mysterious. there’s something very attractive and engaging about mystery. i feel that everyone is mysterious. we all have things we hide from people for fear of social judgment.
if i could associate a color with mystery…it would definitely be grey.
there are so many mysteries in the world. what is a black hole? why are some men so mysterious? i wish i could look into someone’s face and know what they were thinking, what their plan of action is, and who they truly are, beneath their veneer of mystery.
it is crazy to believe that some people live their lives in mystery. also, it is a mystery to me why the flyers just lost game 6 against the washington caps!! not fair! they should have won this game. they didn’t want it enough…better luck tomroorow.
Mystery
What can be said?
Well, as far as a literary genre, it’s generally unintelligent, trite, and garishly contrived.
As far as in reality, the idea of a mystery is something left for Scooby Doo
Mystery is bound in silence. Dear friends held in refractions of light, mist on the empty fields. A lone lamp sits quietly with no one reading in its light shed.
Mysterious worlds collide when Totem poles descend from the sky.
well, the one thing ive always felt about mystery is that its for kids. very much the scooby doo era. Real Life as adults engage in it is so devoid of surprise, and to be honest im not even sure theyd want a mystery, in the same way children do…
… give me a better word!!!!
how is it that we are back here again? how is it that no matter how far i push or pull or bend or break, it all comes back to this. this same room. this same internet window. is this home? or is this just my holding pad? what is it that will finally stick? what is it that i have been waiting for?
It was a mystery. We weren’t even sure why it was so bright out that night, or so quiet. Usually the teenagers would be up, dancing, laughing, having a good time. We would be awake, yelling and screaming at each other, my sister and I. But tonight was different. Tonight, the sky was alight with what looked like stars, but bigger, brighter, more alive than any star I’d seen before.
The mystery of it all was how in the hell he managed to get strong enough glue to keep his hands on his now severed head after a twenty feet drop.
It was truly a mystery when the boy looked into his sock drawer and realized that none of his socks, not a single one, had a match. Instead of wondering where the other half of all the socks had gone, he instead wondered why he didn’t own at least two pairs of the same kind of sock. Now he would have to wear two different colored socks.
what is this? How does this happen? What does this mean? I find you in some dark alley and I feel my spine melting and my heart racing. Who are you? Can I see more of you? I think you are really all I have ever wanted but I can’t know. Your dark hair and your light eyes welcome me into a world I do not know and I like it…a lot more than I had thought
I love mysteries, they’re everything interesting in life. they’re the glue that keeps us all moving forward. and they’re all different. none are the same. they are the immortal question. I mean it. they keep us intrigued in life. they keep us moving forward, getting better. They’re amazing.
ive always tried to have a little bit of this in my life.
it was really fun to keep things back, or to give those furtive little glances or just do really odd shit to confuse people. leave notes in code in places people will eventually look, but not for a long while – what would they think? Do you write they an actual, thoughtful note that they would have no chance of ever deciphering?
i just did this and got the same word. I think of mystery of being quiet and alone. Someone is hiding something to the whole world.
It was a dark and stormy night. The children had just finished a box of Cheezits when there came a shreek from the other room. When they got there, no one was inside. All that was left was an open window
i love mysteries. i never liked to read and then i did because i read a mystery. they are so… fun. you never know what will happen.
The mystery mobile was the greatest tie that normal people had to hippies. It’s gone forever now. Just like the psychadelic shirts and acid trips. Scooby dooby doo.
the silent winds that shuffle across your feet on a dark night, his glimmering eyes that sparkle like sapphires and the way my heart shrouds its true colors even from myself
The end of a great book is the resolution. The best example of this is a mystery. A novel that draws the reader in and keeps them glued to the page until the ultimate conclusion.
Goddamn I love cheesies. The sort of crunch-melt sensation bursting in a cheesy explosion within my mouth. That this is a mystery to you is a mystery to me. “It’s full of trans fat, yuck,” you say, wrinkling that dainty nose. You make a point of eating your baby carrots noisily.
a mystery of the heart. That’s what’s left around the chestal region for me. It used to beat and gush and whatnot. Now that mechanical pump’s worthless. The part that’s missing is unknown- never was known. I get to the part when I meet someone and then I know that I should be feeling something more than the nothing.
you are so mysterious. I am in love with you, the way I dont know what you are feeling. But I know we cant have a relationship because I need this mystery. This is the attraction; this is why you remain in my heart always. I am always wondering and I am always willing to wonder. If you ever knew how I felt I’d want you to remember: I love you… I love you always and forever. You may not even notice me, but I love you.
there is a mystery which abounds in us all of us, no matter who it is. What do you hold to be your mystery? What do you think is worthy of being your personal mystery? Most people strive for a life time to be seen in mysterious ways. Other people simply walk outside in the morning and are just swept into the mystery which is their life. What is next on the road? What do I need to get me through the day?
I once was told that life is a mystery.
And never before did I see this as true.
But you came along and it became so different.
Mystery.
Myth.
Magical.
You are now my everything. I believe in the unbelievable.
Thanks.
unkown traveled a wary place of undefined imagination books and pages fillec with words put together by strangers into some form of entertainment pleasurable and suspenseful almost as the day is long. hold on tight and shut your eyes never lose sight of the wonderous emmense expansion of characters as the plot thickens beneath your feet
mystery is a very important thing in life and yet we don’t like ot much of it.
It was the start of the game, the blinds were drawn and the lights dimmed. When Henry rose from his seat and shouted “Oh god!”, it sent shivers down my spine.
well it was a mystery for a long time, but bertha decided that she liked it that way. see, while it was a mystery she could pretend that her mother had been a good woman. while it was a mystery she didn’t have to think about all the awful, terrible things her mother had done. no, it was a mystery and that was the way it must stay.
One word is about all I need to know about you. And then I shall know all that there is to know. When I learn something about you, I will be complete.
sometimes all it takes is one word to make a person feel happy. When I look at the top of that page and see only part of the word written, it makes me think that there is some mystery behind it. I would like to discover the mystery behind it just as I would like to discover the mystery behind you! Are you ever curious about something and then find that there is no mystery to it? I am always curious about everything. There is no mystery as to why I am so curious.
my life my world
It’s a mystery to me whether or not I’ll ever figure out what I want to do with my life. Maybe I’ll stay in the same major now; maybe I’ll get a semester away from graduation and just suddenly decide to do something totally different. I’m not quite sure.
I get called mysterious a lot. People say it’s because I don’t open up to people very well. But that isn’t exactly my fault… I just never have much to say.
scientific mysteries are never solved by human nature. The sheer brilliance of the shining star is almost enough deterence to fight off the nagging, almost paining tears at the souls morality. the guilty never rest. all hail britinia
Nancy drew is a real fine gal. I learned alot from her. all about how to climb into spooky attics by yourself and how to get kidnapped and also how to save lots of old people. hmmm she always was saving old people huh? welll I love when she finally solves her mystery, becaus ethen she can chow down on a sundae with her best friends bess and george, and
intrigue, unknown.
How did this happen? What went on here? Someone lies dead on the floor and though she was here the whole time she remembers nothing. Is she the killer? Perhaps a lovers quarrel and she’s playing the fool, but the victim was more than twice her size. It’s rather impossible she could throw him over the balcony..maybe she had help…
Once upon a time there was a great mystery. Some people came along to solve it, but when they got there nobody could remember what the mystery was in the first place. Double mystery. Which eventually evolved into a riddle wrapped in an enigma.
The End.
There is no end no beginning no plot. You just have to figure out something that really doesn’t matter anyway. Most often someone’s dead that you really didn’t care about anyway and more often than not its a beautiful women that is either implicated or in danger. Life is a mystery. I don’t know that I’ll ever understand it. I wonder if that means that I’m going to end up dead or if I’m the beautiful woman.