something that doesn’t make sense to someone. Something that needs to be figured out. A story of suspense. Scooby doo. Murders and thrillers. James Patterson.
Cari
there is a mystery to the universe. One that may never be solved by humans.
Brandyjack
once upon a time there was a girl who didn’t know who her real father was. she searched the attic for answers, looked deep in the basement for clues, but nothing could help her solve this mystery. her mother was no help either– being as she was dead. what to do? how can she figure it out?? maybe one day the man of her dreams will come to her, maybe one day her father will show up on her door step.
Maggie D
the mystery of the missing cookie. my dog had been in the backyard and I had been in the kitchen. my mama earlier had baked these chocolate chip cookies. the smell wafted from the oven into my bedroom where i was sitting on the window sill. The sun had begun to set. I knew my father would be home soon.
karlee
dont know anything about whats going, life, women, love,dogs as they chase that bug around the porch, myself
borntexan
full of it, everything.unexplainable, unimaginable, unendless..strange,
a.b.c.
Oh the title of this is mystery, and how apt, as that seems to be what clouds my life lately. It’s impossible to even imagine what’s going on lately, as events just blur into color swatches in front of my eyes and people I meet might as well be wearing black zorro masks over their eyes because I don’t know who they are, and probably never will. Never will. Never. Because it’s a mystery.
Paige.
a good mystery is a wonderful thing to read. I love the suspense of a good mystery. I only really like them if they arent detective mysteries cause I like horror and romance better. A good mystery for me needs to have some evil person and a really intense love story intertwined and keep me guessing to the end. I love horror.
Liante
harbours in the mist are seeming to come together i wonder when it will end what will every become of all the things that have been left behind just dust maybe a couple of cents we are alwyas on the go never looking forward or back just going
krightus
it was a dark and stormy night when john lost his true love. the storm started just around 10, but he wasnt concerned with that. he had other matters to attend to.
when she was dead, he found the only part of her worth saving. her love. he put that on the dining room table and ate dinner. it was better than having her there.
paul vaughan
death, not enough room, congested, too many things, vavicous beauty, wonderful life, not enough time, lots of beautifull places, lots of lovely things, very fragile.
reshma
when i think of mystery i think of sherlock holmes. now there was a real detective. i used to read and write mysteries all the time as a kid. i read the Clue Jr. books and they were all mostly having to do with little clues that they’d have in the pictures associated with the story… like November 31st as the date that some fake letter was signed.
Maria Kelly
terrible mysteries. Never know what they mean or why they are around. Mystery. Mysteries get too much attention if you ask me. If they remain a mystery then they should get that much attention but as long as they are a mystery we should ignore them!
Reanon
The real mystery, was why he did it.
No one had really known the man, that shy and backward man with the somewhat unbecoming comb over.
But that didn’t matter anyway. Everyone knew him now.
Fido
mystery. fog lights prowling slowly over the dark streets. the lanterns are out. it’s a cold, wet night. a car rumbles in the distance. in that car, she sits knowing exactly what she meant when she said those words to you. but you don’t know what they mean, or what the two of you mean, or what anything means.
woolard
I am a mystery in myself bitches. What the fuck do you think I am? Human? No, I am a mutant organism that will eat you. No mystery here now.
Colin Lineburg
when there’s a mystery, anything can be thought of it. nothing is true and nothing false. anyone can think of it in their own way and be exactly right. when mysteries take their place, the person around it will quick resort to panicking and that is the solution to any mystery at all.
khoa
The mystery of the cookie was interesting indeed
jesse jones
It was a mystery. John had no idea where he put his socks. In fact, he swore that he put them in a heap right in the middle of the floor.
It wasn’t like him to leave them in the middle of the floor–it wasn’t like him to have picked them up. No one lived with him, so it couldn’t be another. Maybe it was pack rats–maybe worse.
Orrin Jelo
How had everything gone so wrong so fast? It was truly a mystery. Things had been perfect, truly and utterly divine. But one simple mistake had changed everything. She’d never meant for it to happen, but intentions meant nothing in this cold, cruel world. All of friends, gone, from one stupid action. Her love had left her, she was alone.
Mealine
mystery is walking down a road in the middle of the night. actually, the road has nothing to do with it. the important part is it’s at night. and that you have no idea where to go, thats the whole mystery.
unless your a detective, then the whole mystery business is more complicated. theres more things like dames and hippos to get fixed up with.
dorian
mystery is what he is I don’t know anything and I want to know so much
cant think can wait can’t breathe w/o him I want him to be mine.
sol
mystery, life is a big one. It makes us quiver in fear pf what could be or what could not, it ruins lives.
adr
Without mystery, life wouldn’t be as interesting. I think the teenage mutant ninja turtles are a complete mystery. I mean how could radiation turn a turtle into a pizza eating crime-fighter?
aint right
Mystery is very mysterious. You need to think about it before you really analyze it. But, if you do think about it, you won’t discover much because it’s a mystery. You need to Encyclopedia Brown that shit before you even get close to it. It’d be easier to pick fly turds out of pepper while wearing boxing gloves than find out the answer to a mystery.
Paul Alexander
scooby doo and shaggy too dates? prom? yes, please, another drink or two. miss terry? no nonsense and that’s all in my head for me to exceed…………
Patty Rivero
something I don’t understand. Sometimes it’s very scary. Mystery books in Italian have yellow covers. I really like Law and Order SVU though and that’s mystery. But other mysteries tend to scare me. How certain things work is a mystery. Like Love. That’s a mystery. I hate that. I wish we could just understand it. Of course then it wouldn’t be so intriguing.. or however you spell that word.
Saffuric
how can it be to everyone but me It haunts the inner reaches of my mind. He told me with his lips and now it is my turn to take action cover up the emotiona; blood that has been spilled across. Still I am not really sure he even knew what he had done mystery.
tracie
Is a thing that you don’t understand. Where is that other sock? Why do they keep doing that? It’s a mystery. You know what happens when you die? Nope. You know what happens when you go to sleep? Not a clue. You know why? Because it’s a mystery. Of the universe. Dinosaurs? Mystery.
Patty
There were no other words to use for the way the mob took up the tools of agriculture and began to till the land, hoping for food, even though no seeds had been sown, no water on its way from rain or irrigation, no hope at all for a crop that might grow and provide food for the starving children, so no sense in finding logic other than mad logic in their activity.
Rod
shadowy realistic experience challenging the intellect with all the five senses getting involved.
R. T. Parke
A mystery is something that I am. I dance with danger and I dine on death. I have dined with kings and queens and I live in a basement apartment. I am hardcore. I am nerd core.
Bam. I solved the mystery.
Andrew Rosin
been there but not done that. coupled with a keen indexing of all the brain has associated with a thing, in order to solve the puzzle.
William Barrell
Mysteries are a part of life. No matter what you do everything is essentially a mystery; how your day will go, what you will do, who you will speak to. Our lives are like a Sherlock Holmes novel, except we do have some say so as to the outcome. We can help solve our life’s mystery.
Kelly Jones
i feel like people are a mystery they hide they sneak they cheat they steal. i feel like they may think they are a mystery but they arn’t i have them figured out. they are people they are people they are people
teenie
he was sure she was the one but her face told him something he couldn’t quite understand. it was some sort of mystery, alright. i guess this was the time to say “sorry” but if there ever was a time to say the wrong thing, it was now.
william williams
blarg i am a jumbo cakaroack the likes to eat children but I only live in a dark place. Where do I live? Your mind Stupid!
ffor
i think i have a lot of it. sometimes i wish i had more. i need to start leaving even more to the imagination. stop being so open because that leaves me more vulnerable.
Sara Luke
I can’t see. I never have been able to. The entire world– grass, sky, my own face– is a mystery. Complete and utter imagination.
keri
Mystery – Seductive. A mysterious person leaves more for the imagination. Its like a jacket with 30 pockets and the more you wear it, the more pockets you find. A mysterious person lets you believe whatever you want of her. It has its good and it has its bad.
something that doesn’t make sense to someone. Something that needs to be figured out. A story of suspense. Scooby doo. Murders and thrillers. James Patterson.
there is a mystery to the universe. One that may never be solved by humans.
once upon a time there was a girl who didn’t know who her real father was. she searched the attic for answers, looked deep in the basement for clues, but nothing could help her solve this mystery. her mother was no help either– being as she was dead. what to do? how can she figure it out?? maybe one day the man of her dreams will come to her, maybe one day her father will show up on her door step.
the mystery of the missing cookie. my dog had been in the backyard and I had been in the kitchen. my mama earlier had baked these chocolate chip cookies. the smell wafted from the oven into my bedroom where i was sitting on the window sill. The sun had begun to set. I knew my father would be home soon.
dont know anything about whats going, life, women, love,dogs as they chase that bug around the porch, myself
full of it, everything.unexplainable, unimaginable, unendless..strange,
Oh the title of this is mystery, and how apt, as that seems to be what clouds my life lately. It’s impossible to even imagine what’s going on lately, as events just blur into color swatches in front of my eyes and people I meet might as well be wearing black zorro masks over their eyes because I don’t know who they are, and probably never will. Never will. Never. Because it’s a mystery.
a good mystery is a wonderful thing to read. I love the suspense of a good mystery. I only really like them if they arent detective mysteries cause I like horror and romance better. A good mystery for me needs to have some evil person and a really intense love story intertwined and keep me guessing to the end. I love horror.
harbours in the mist are seeming to come together i wonder when it will end what will every become of all the things that have been left behind just dust maybe a couple of cents we are alwyas on the go never looking forward or back just going
it was a dark and stormy night when john lost his true love. the storm started just around 10, but he wasnt concerned with that. he had other matters to attend to.
when she was dead, he found the only part of her worth saving. her love. he put that on the dining room table and ate dinner. it was better than having her there.
death, not enough room, congested, too many things, vavicous beauty, wonderful life, not enough time, lots of beautifull places, lots of lovely things, very fragile.
when i think of mystery i think of sherlock holmes. now there was a real detective. i used to read and write mysteries all the time as a kid. i read the Clue Jr. books and they were all mostly having to do with little clues that they’d have in the pictures associated with the story… like November 31st as the date that some fake letter was signed.
terrible mysteries. Never know what they mean or why they are around. Mystery. Mysteries get too much attention if you ask me. If they remain a mystery then they should get that much attention but as long as they are a mystery we should ignore them!
The real mystery, was why he did it.
No one had really known the man, that shy and backward man with the somewhat unbecoming comb over.
But that didn’t matter anyway. Everyone knew him now.
mystery. fog lights prowling slowly over the dark streets. the lanterns are out. it’s a cold, wet night. a car rumbles in the distance. in that car, she sits knowing exactly what she meant when she said those words to you. but you don’t know what they mean, or what the two of you mean, or what anything means.
I am a mystery in myself bitches. What the fuck do you think I am? Human? No, I am a mutant organism that will eat you. No mystery here now.
when there’s a mystery, anything can be thought of it. nothing is true and nothing false. anyone can think of it in their own way and be exactly right. when mysteries take their place, the person around it will quick resort to panicking and that is the solution to any mystery at all.
The mystery of the cookie was interesting indeed
It was a mystery. John had no idea where he put his socks. In fact, he swore that he put them in a heap right in the middle of the floor.
It wasn’t like him to leave them in the middle of the floor–it wasn’t like him to have picked them up. No one lived with him, so it couldn’t be another. Maybe it was pack rats–maybe worse.
How had everything gone so wrong so fast? It was truly a mystery. Things had been perfect, truly and utterly divine. But one simple mistake had changed everything. She’d never meant for it to happen, but intentions meant nothing in this cold, cruel world. All of friends, gone, from one stupid action. Her love had left her, she was alone.
mystery is walking down a road in the middle of the night. actually, the road has nothing to do with it. the important part is it’s at night. and that you have no idea where to go, thats the whole mystery.
unless your a detective, then the whole mystery business is more complicated. theres more things like dames and hippos to get fixed up with.
mystery is what he is I don’t know anything and I want to know so much
cant think can wait can’t breathe w/o him I want him to be mine.
mystery, life is a big one. It makes us quiver in fear pf what could be or what could not, it ruins lives.
Without mystery, life wouldn’t be as interesting. I think the teenage mutant ninja turtles are a complete mystery. I mean how could radiation turn a turtle into a pizza eating crime-fighter?
Mystery is very mysterious. You need to think about it before you really analyze it. But, if you do think about it, you won’t discover much because it’s a mystery. You need to Encyclopedia Brown that shit before you even get close to it. It’d be easier to pick fly turds out of pepper while wearing boxing gloves than find out the answer to a mystery.
scooby doo and shaggy too dates? prom? yes, please, another drink or two. miss terry? no nonsense and that’s all in my head for me to exceed…………
something I don’t understand. Sometimes it’s very scary. Mystery books in Italian have yellow covers. I really like Law and Order SVU though and that’s mystery. But other mysteries tend to scare me. How certain things work is a mystery. Like Love. That’s a mystery. I hate that. I wish we could just understand it. Of course then it wouldn’t be so intriguing.. or however you spell that word.
how can it be to everyone but me It haunts the inner reaches of my mind. He told me with his lips and now it is my turn to take action cover up the emotiona; blood that has been spilled across. Still I am not really sure he even knew what he had done mystery.
Is a thing that you don’t understand. Where is that other sock? Why do they keep doing that? It’s a mystery. You know what happens when you die? Nope. You know what happens when you go to sleep? Not a clue. You know why? Because it’s a mystery. Of the universe. Dinosaurs? Mystery.
There were no other words to use for the way the mob took up the tools of agriculture and began to till the land, hoping for food, even though no seeds had been sown, no water on its way from rain or irrigation, no hope at all for a crop that might grow and provide food for the starving children, so no sense in finding logic other than mad logic in their activity.
shadowy realistic experience challenging the intellect with all the five senses getting involved.
A mystery is something that I am. I dance with danger and I dine on death. I have dined with kings and queens and I live in a basement apartment. I am hardcore. I am nerd core.
Bam. I solved the mystery.
been there but not done that. coupled with a keen indexing of all the brain has associated with a thing, in order to solve the puzzle.
Mysteries are a part of life. No matter what you do everything is essentially a mystery; how your day will go, what you will do, who you will speak to. Our lives are like a Sherlock Holmes novel, except we do have some say so as to the outcome. We can help solve our life’s mystery.
i feel like people are a mystery they hide they sneak they cheat they steal. i feel like they may think they are a mystery but they arn’t i have them figured out. they are people they are people they are people
he was sure she was the one but her face told him something he couldn’t quite understand. it was some sort of mystery, alright. i guess this was the time to say “sorry” but if there ever was a time to say the wrong thing, it was now.
blarg i am a jumbo cakaroack the likes to eat children but I only live in a dark place. Where do I live? Your mind Stupid!
i think i have a lot of it. sometimes i wish i had more. i need to start leaving even more to the imagination. stop being so open because that leaves me more vulnerable.
I can’t see. I never have been able to. The entire world– grass, sky, my own face– is a mystery. Complete and utter imagination.
Mystery – Seductive. A mysterious person leaves more for the imagination. Its like a jacket with 30 pockets and the more you wear it, the more pockets you find. A mysterious person lets you believe whatever you want of her. It has its good and it has its bad.