it’s a myster which came first, the chicken or the egg. some would suggest the chicken, since it must have evolved from something to get to the chicken, and the egg must have come from somewhere. it’s not a mystery whether god exists or not though; he doesn’t. he’s not a chicken or an egg.
Rooty the Pie
He was just that, a mystery. I knew that if I didn’t seize upon this moment then I would never know why he did what he did. Why had he taken them all away? Why did he keep smiling like that when he could see the pain and sorrow in my face?
Mechelle Martinez-Freaza
I think mystery is a great thing to have in your life, it lets people see that you are all out there but also it keeps an air of privacy. Though mystery is bad for people if they have too much of it because all people need at least some information to be known in order to have friends.
Chris P.
The town was a dark night seen through the eyes of a bat. The eyes of the sun cannot pierce into the black tar of the cityscape running through the night. The existence of this lonely man only serves to prove my point.
Matt Bowen
this is a mystery. I don’t really know why I’m writing this, to be honest. I’m just here wasting time and procrastinating. What with IRC and this girl I think I’ve fallen in love with, I can’t concentrate anymore. I need to get back to my studies. I would do so much better if I were with her right now but that’s pretty much impossible. I don’t know what to do.
Teh Y
There was a small villiage where a man used to live. Some say he was a demon, others just said he was an old grouchy man. He would sure children into his house. Some would come out others were never seen again. Those that returned were mute and had a dull look about their face for the rest of their lives.
John M.
She was lost: her car had died, it was raining. She rumagged in the drawer for a flashlight. She heard a knock on the window. It turned out to be a clown holding a big knife. She was frightened, and she pooped her pants. The car began to smell bad. Like rotten shrimp and eggs. She started to roll down the window, and the smell was so bad that the clown passed out and later died.
bill hepp
What charms man about the mysteries of his own life. Is it the quest for a higher knowledge and understanding, or is it just having something to keep him looking. Is the journey more important than the answer? Maybe.
Justin Morris
is a dark night a dark knight a dagger in the mist a tiger in the dark a trail of blood… or perhaps perplexity and a tinge of fear will do. How many seconds?
Chris Meade
Life and love are mysteries unto themselves. I don’t get neither, but am about to make the decision of a lifetime.
In a few months i’ll be married and moving out of my mom’s house.
How will it end?
Will i be beaten, happy, or have a nervous breakdown and live in a trailer park?
Its a mystery.
Ashley Miller
Mystery is a quite interesting word. Not knowing what happens next and the supsense. That’s the point of life being unpredictable and full of surprises. Yeah, that’s all i could think of…
Dreamer
You walk into a room and there’s a coil of rope on the ground. And a body.
WHAT HAPPENED?!
Syl
the mystery of the cosmos conceals the destiny, the future, and the meaning of the entire existance of matter, emotion, and mankind itself.
jeremy reed
one word is there one word one world one heart one life
one time one chance one change
i want there to be one to save and love and hold and one to keep and one to be and one to have and one to be one
one cannot be enough to keep the world going but one is, in its perfection, enough to be so it must be enough
one heals one hurts one lives
Justina
mytery cant be more than what we dont know what we want to know and what others refuse to tell us. it is a refusal as much as an unknown. like a puzzle. none of want to solve such puzzle, but by being, it begs to makeus do so. to do so, is destrucction and the end. the end to mystery.
Jem
Life without mystery is pretty boring. If you never have things you can’t find out about, where’s your motivation to learn? If there aren’t choices in life for us to make and learn the outcome of them, when do we live?
Miles Tincknell
It’s a mystery how some people have all the luck: they cannot go wrong no matter what they do. Perhaps some giant hand of fate guides them where the rest of mankind flails weeping in the seas of misfortune watching their every move. No-one can say what tides pull at our lives; the ebbs and flows of each individual span appearing to recede or blossom with each and every new day.
xine
There was a mystery in the garden. In fact, the mystery was the garden. He could not really explain it, but somehow he felt a strong urge to visit that old forgotten place, even though he had not been back there in years.
Gisle
no one knew. the next man down the street.. down the road. white house on the left. painted to match. no one thought. top hat covering. damaged goods. behind the glasses. under the coat. in the case. no one knew. everything thought. but no one knew.
moop
what is it…i dont know…the word in itself is completely mysterious even though it is wrong to explain a word with the same word…there is noting else with such in depth meannig and standing…mystries keep the world moving…so many people would be out of jobs if there werent mysteries.
Erin Powell
love is a mystery
life is a mystery
why i’m so fucking cranky today is a mystery
never knowing what’s around the corner
and hoping
hoping hoping
that someone tells you the answer to it all
because i’m so damn tired of thinking thinking thinking
and daring
and looking
and watching
it’s such a gargantuan effort
why can’t someone just explain it all
like when you were a kid
and you read those whodunnits
when at the end of the book
you could turn the page
and turn it upside down
and they would tell you
who did it
in what room
with what instrument
Alyksandre
It’s a mystery some people find this website odd –even frightening– because it’s nothing more than cathartic release to me. I find it odd that there’s even a place like this on the internet offering such simplicity. I think there should be more so I can up my productivity a little but still not in directions I might like.
Goopity
i was walking down the street when i looked to my left and there was an alley way. it was around noon, so the sun was out, but the alley just seemed to go no where.
i continued to walk past it, but for the rest of the day, i couldn’t help but think, “what was down that alley?”
for days it bothered me. i walk past it continuoustly, but i never feel the need to walk down it. its much more satisfying knowing there is something i dont know.
dominic bonaduce
mystery is something that world is full of. Mystery shrouds every corner of our mind, hiding things unthinkable from prying eyes.
I can’t seem to know the world for what it is
Only how I percieve
Only that I know, everyone is as baffled as me.
Corey E
tormenting
nellie panizo
I’m not who they think i am. I am a traveler. My house is the world. literaly. I AM A TRAVELER NOT A TOURIST.
MARRY
It’s a mystery to me how people can get bored when they are retired. My one fear is that I won’t live long enough to do everything I have on the list in my head.
Surely it would work better if people lived to be 100 or even 200 years old. They could learn and do so much!
And never, ever be bored!
Jennifer Blair
Often mystery is used more than thinked about. It is used in books, films, more entertainment operas. But what if we think about mystery, then we could get it s bigness and find that it is more than just a frizzling sensation!
Zitzu
a mystery is a puzzle, or case, if you prefer.
ex. the detective was working on a mystery
technogeek457
it’s a mystery how I can be such a loner and yet yearn for human interaction. Mysterious is my personality and I hate it. Why can’t I be like most everyone else? spontaneous, witty, outgoing… the mystery of my life…
cypher_addict
I wonder why we are here.
sherlockzz
A mystery is a great story that is written to rouse the attention and curiosity of the reader. Not only does it do just that, but it also gets their pumping fast. Sometimes reading a mystery can be a good stress reliever, and sometimes it can be a bad one. I guess you’ll have to read one to find out! What are you waiting for? Read!
Josh Drake
its very diufficult to know about it but its something that atract me
cu
Mystery is about the unkown, about love- life-education.
We live with mystery in our everyday lives…and i wouldnt have it any other way.
It more fun to live each day just going wit the flow.
Kari
She looked in the mirror, wondering where the fresh bruise blooming on her eye came from. Was it truly there or did she imagine the man who gave it to her? Tall, dark and handsome. He was truly mysterious. Will she ever know? Oh well, only time will tell.
Joonanner
there was once a man, and he was in a store called ‘big fisherman’ about to eat some crawfish. he wanted to purchase twelve pounds, but there was only enough for ten pounds. as a result, he bought eight pounds of crawfish and a few extra pounds of garlic, potatoes, and corn. when he got home, he emptied the bag, and found 11 pounds of crawfish.
kelle
The word mystery brings about a vision of mist, men in black trench coats, and faintly lit British street lamps. I think of the old mystery novels and books, most likely with a murder case involved. Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie come to mind.
Hillary Betzen
You perplex me
I don’t get it
One day you’re this
and the next….
silence
I try so hard
so hard
to put the pieces together
but maybe I’m not supposed to
maybe I should ignore you
would you like that?
how would i know…
you’re a mystery.
Liiiiiindsay
mystery
that’s what you
and everyone calls me
i thought i wasn’t one
but apparently
it’s true
i’m complicated
…one of the things
i swore i would never be
because
i hate perplexities
La La La Lindsay
The world, however many times we may think we’ve understood, is always a mystery. The mystery stays whether or not we’ve figured it out. It’s supposed to keep us interested,. a mystery, always expecting something more, always hoping.
it’s a myster which came first, the chicken or the egg. some would suggest the chicken, since it must have evolved from something to get to the chicken, and the egg must have come from somewhere. it’s not a mystery whether god exists or not though; he doesn’t. he’s not a chicken or an egg.
He was just that, a mystery. I knew that if I didn’t seize upon this moment then I would never know why he did what he did. Why had he taken them all away? Why did he keep smiling like that when he could see the pain and sorrow in my face?
I think mystery is a great thing to have in your life, it lets people see that you are all out there but also it keeps an air of privacy. Though mystery is bad for people if they have too much of it because all people need at least some information to be known in order to have friends.
The town was a dark night seen through the eyes of a bat. The eyes of the sun cannot pierce into the black tar of the cityscape running through the night. The existence of this lonely man only serves to prove my point.
this is a mystery. I don’t really know why I’m writing this, to be honest. I’m just here wasting time and procrastinating. What with IRC and this girl I think I’ve fallen in love with, I can’t concentrate anymore. I need to get back to my studies. I would do so much better if I were with her right now but that’s pretty much impossible. I don’t know what to do.
There was a small villiage where a man used to live. Some say he was a demon, others just said he was an old grouchy man. He would sure children into his house. Some would come out others were never seen again. Those that returned were mute and had a dull look about their face for the rest of their lives.
She was lost: her car had died, it was raining. She rumagged in the drawer for a flashlight. She heard a knock on the window. It turned out to be a clown holding a big knife. She was frightened, and she pooped her pants. The car began to smell bad. Like rotten shrimp and eggs. She started to roll down the window, and the smell was so bad that the clown passed out and later died.
What charms man about the mysteries of his own life. Is it the quest for a higher knowledge and understanding, or is it just having something to keep him looking. Is the journey more important than the answer? Maybe.
is a dark night a dark knight a dagger in the mist a tiger in the dark a trail of blood… or perhaps perplexity and a tinge of fear will do. How many seconds?
Life and love are mysteries unto themselves. I don’t get neither, but am about to make the decision of a lifetime.
In a few months i’ll be married and moving out of my mom’s house.
How will it end?
Will i be beaten, happy, or have a nervous breakdown and live in a trailer park?
Its a mystery.
Mystery is a quite interesting word. Not knowing what happens next and the supsense. That’s the point of life being unpredictable and full of surprises. Yeah, that’s all i could think of…
You walk into a room and there’s a coil of rope on the ground. And a body.
WHAT HAPPENED?!
the mystery of the cosmos conceals the destiny, the future, and the meaning of the entire existance of matter, emotion, and mankind itself.
one word is there one word one world one heart one life
one time one chance one change
i want there to be one to save and love and hold and one to keep and one to be and one to have and one to be one
one cannot be enough to keep the world going but one is, in its perfection, enough to be so it must be enough
one heals one hurts one lives
mytery cant be more than what we dont know what we want to know and what others refuse to tell us. it is a refusal as much as an unknown. like a puzzle. none of want to solve such puzzle, but by being, it begs to makeus do so. to do so, is destrucction and the end. the end to mystery.
Life without mystery is pretty boring. If you never have things you can’t find out about, where’s your motivation to learn? If there aren’t choices in life for us to make and learn the outcome of them, when do we live?
It’s a mystery how some people have all the luck: they cannot go wrong no matter what they do. Perhaps some giant hand of fate guides them where the rest of mankind flails weeping in the seas of misfortune watching their every move. No-one can say what tides pull at our lives; the ebbs and flows of each individual span appearing to recede or blossom with each and every new day.
There was a mystery in the garden. In fact, the mystery was the garden. He could not really explain it, but somehow he felt a strong urge to visit that old forgotten place, even though he had not been back there in years.
no one knew. the next man down the street.. down the road. white house on the left. painted to match. no one thought. top hat covering. damaged goods. behind the glasses. under the coat. in the case. no one knew. everything thought. but no one knew.
what is it…i dont know…the word in itself is completely mysterious even though it is wrong to explain a word with the same word…there is noting else with such in depth meannig and standing…mystries keep the world moving…so many people would be out of jobs if there werent mysteries.
love is a mystery
life is a mystery
why i’m so fucking cranky today is a mystery
never knowing what’s around the corner
and hoping
hoping hoping
that someone tells you the answer to it all
because i’m so damn tired of thinking thinking thinking
and daring
and looking
and watching
it’s such a gargantuan effort
why can’t someone just explain it all
like when you were a kid
and you read those whodunnits
when at the end of the book
you could turn the page
and turn it upside down
and they would tell you
who did it
in what room
with what instrument
It’s a mystery some people find this website odd –even frightening– because it’s nothing more than cathartic release to me. I find it odd that there’s even a place like this on the internet offering such simplicity. I think there should be more so I can up my productivity a little but still not in directions I might like.
i was walking down the street when i looked to my left and there was an alley way. it was around noon, so the sun was out, but the alley just seemed to go no where.
i continued to walk past it, but for the rest of the day, i couldn’t help but think, “what was down that alley?”
for days it bothered me. i walk past it continuoustly, but i never feel the need to walk down it. its much more satisfying knowing there is something i dont know.
mystery is something that world is full of. Mystery shrouds every corner of our mind, hiding things unthinkable from prying eyes.
I can’t seem to know the world for what it is
Only how I percieve
Only that I know, everyone is as baffled as me.
tormenting
I’m not who they think i am. I am a traveler. My house is the world. literaly. I AM A TRAVELER NOT A TOURIST.
It’s a mystery to me how people can get bored when they are retired. My one fear is that I won’t live long enough to do everything I have on the list in my head.
Surely it would work better if people lived to be 100 or even 200 years old. They could learn and do so much!
And never, ever be bored!
Often mystery is used more than thinked about. It is used in books, films, more entertainment operas. But what if we think about mystery, then we could get it s bigness and find that it is more than just a frizzling sensation!
a mystery is a puzzle, or case, if you prefer.
ex. the detective was working on a mystery
it’s a mystery how I can be such a loner and yet yearn for human interaction. Mysterious is my personality and I hate it. Why can’t I be like most everyone else? spontaneous, witty, outgoing… the mystery of my life…
I wonder why we are here.
A mystery is a great story that is written to rouse the attention and curiosity of the reader. Not only does it do just that, but it also gets their pumping fast. Sometimes reading a mystery can be a good stress reliever, and sometimes it can be a bad one. I guess you’ll have to read one to find out! What are you waiting for? Read!
its very diufficult to know about it but its something that atract me
Mystery is about the unkown, about love- life-education.
We live with mystery in our everyday lives…and i wouldnt have it any other way.
It more fun to live each day just going wit the flow.
She looked in the mirror, wondering where the fresh bruise blooming on her eye came from. Was it truly there or did she imagine the man who gave it to her? Tall, dark and handsome. He was truly mysterious. Will she ever know? Oh well, only time will tell.
there was once a man, and he was in a store called ‘big fisherman’ about to eat some crawfish. he wanted to purchase twelve pounds, but there was only enough for ten pounds. as a result, he bought eight pounds of crawfish and a few extra pounds of garlic, potatoes, and corn. when he got home, he emptied the bag, and found 11 pounds of crawfish.
The word mystery brings about a vision of mist, men in black trench coats, and faintly lit British street lamps. I think of the old mystery novels and books, most likely with a murder case involved. Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie come to mind.
You perplex me
I don’t get it
One day you’re this
and the next….
silence
I try so hard
so hard
to put the pieces together
but maybe I’m not supposed to
maybe I should ignore you
would you like that?
how would i know…
you’re a mystery.
mystery
that’s what you
and everyone calls me
i thought i wasn’t one
but apparently
it’s true
i’m complicated
…one of the things
i swore i would never be
because
i hate perplexities
The world, however many times we may think we’ve understood, is always a mystery. The mystery stays whether or not we’ve figured it out. It’s supposed to keep us interested,. a mystery, always expecting something more, always hoping.