The lane was long and winding ahead of me. A cool breeze rustled through the tree leaves overhead, carrying quiet, humid memories.
Nicole
Get out of my lane, you stupid bike!
Andy
Our lane that we used to live on had more history and stories than I will ever know. Four houses and tons of history. Now it is mostly gone with those who have now passed on and we will never know the richness. I will miss the lane but I will not forget.
fyerphys
Across the lane, there was a girl. She waved slowly and looked at me blankly. Bam! A swerving car goes up the curb and hits her. She is gone.
jan
I walk down the deserted lane, thinking of that little shop. How can I possibly think I deserve something that spectacular? Even if I could afford it, what would I do with it? I’m most certainly not “sophisticated” enough to own something that brilliant. I guess a dream is nothing but a dream.
sarcasmsweetie
road
fire
wreck
small town
last name
doctor
rural route
address
medow lane
canal
Chris Brickhouse
The word lane could be used to talk about many items. Most commonly it is used in road names, such as Medow Lane. I could also be used in names such as a last name for many people.
Chris Brickhouse
I can clearly picture Allport Lane in my head, even to this day. It’s been over 30 years since I lived there. The street was long, and ended in a cul-de-sac. I can see my house at the end, right nex door to the Latham’s – they always gave the best treats on Halloween!
roliepolie
she swerved to the left lane “SLOW DOWN!” her mother shouted as the speedometer reached 100 mph
Martha
As ssoon as i entered the lane I knew I had been right all along. The place was deserted. How could such devastation heppen in so littkle time? Did they not know that tampering with these forces could go hazardly wrong? It must have been an ugly sight, judging by the amount of bodies in the street.
Oneshot
When I decided to move back to the mountains of western North Carolina, I was so pleased to move onto Penny Lane. The house was a quaint one bedroom. Sylvia slept in the dining room!
Monica Willis
Lane is what i would walk down to get to soemwhere nice so i can sit around and relax. It what i drive down to get home. Its what i drive up to get to my dads. Its the second name of lois out of superman.
Adam
The touch of your palms would drive me insane
Just like a trip down memory lane
The two of us, blowing milkweed
Setting the seeds free, doing a good deed
{matt}
trees and nice house ,upper suburban class and autumn leaves falling to the ground
bebe
i wish i could get out of this lane.
its like everyones on the other side going past me.. fast. and i’m here. going slow.. backwards.. in the wrong lane. i can see them though, and i know where i am, and what i’m doing is wrong… does that make it better?
house
There is no freer feeling than driving in and out of the diamond lane at will, double yellow lines be damned! And when you are solo.
Christian
I live on Graver Lane. I moved there my senior year in high school. But really I hate living in Virginia. I always believe that things would have been so different if i had never moved there and just stayed in New Jersey. I really miss living in NJ and what could have been. Who i would have been friends with? Who would I have dated? Who would i have taken to prom? So many questions, so little time. And i will never know the answers.
tara
Down the old lane there laid the Frank the mutt. Little he knew that was going to be the last day in that godforsaken place. It all began when Frank decided to stand up for himself.
Guavaberryteacher
lane
Anonymous
The couple walked down the shady lane, hand in hand. They had not a care in the world. The kids had moved away, there was money in the bank. Everything was as they had planned. And that’s the end. They lived happily ever after.
dave
Joshua turned the wheel and pushed it forward. The anti-gravity car drifted gently to the ground. He was a good – not screw that – a great AG pilot. Never mind that he liked a little Lane after dinner.
Lane.
The best feeling a pilot can get, whilst he’s not flying or screwing.
As it actually prohibits you from doing either, it’s just as well that it’s as good as both. As mind exploding as both together.
Lovely, lovely Lane.
Corkie
a narrow word in the country
a street often a narrow with building in both sides
albina
thinking of a cobblestone laneway, that makes the people in the car justle up and down because the gabs are too few and far betwee, obviously layed by appretences.
noelle
Lane. Rhymes with Elaine. She was very pretty girl. Curly brown hair. Freckles all over her nose like freckles rained on her when she was born. She loved breakfast. Mashed (not scrambled) eggs with tomatoes at the side. She was always so nervous about things like never knowing what to do right.
Nicole
t is a long lane that has no turning
Eugenia
i am lazy
Anonymous
While is was driving to work this morning i took the fast lane where supposedly its the fastest way to get there. However, an accident 15 miles away blocked the whole lane
Feras
While is was driving to work this morning i took the fast lane where supposedly its the fastest way to get there. However, an accident 15 miles away blocked the whole lane
Anonymous
ciao sono vanessa e vorrei fare qualcosa di assolutamente grandiso con la mia miser
Anonymous
abby lane was the elementary school my mom went to as a child. she continued the tradition by taking me and my siblings there to play ritually. it was a wooden kingdom. it was burnt down.
ansch28
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Anonymous
He stepped out of his house and into the lane outside. They had a small front garden but they had had it paved over the previous summer, deciding it wasn’t worth the hassle of keeping tidy. Instead it was home to a handful of pot animals, one hedgeho, two rabbits and a duck with ah yellow beak, two large plant pots and a wheelie bin and a recycling bin. It wasn’t the most elegant of front gardens but it did its job and removed one more stress from their lives.
Kal
I walked down the lane, in the middle of the night, when everything was cold and dark around me. I thought I heard a noise behind me, or maybe it was just my own head, whispering…
CH
i was walking down the lane when i suddenly saw a dark, furry black cat curled up under the cold, rusting bars of my squeaky front gate. Upon closer inspection, I realised that the cat belonged to my neighbour. What a shock! He never let his cat out of the house! I looked closer and realised, with a serious shock,that he was dead.
Anonymous
one lane road and what do you do, there’s a car coming your way. Jump to the side, there’s cows and trouble. Stand, wave, hope to be seen, what do you do? I made a wish and looked at the sky for an answer he came in fast and I jumped onto the hood.
flor
The lane was too steep for me to go down it on a skateboard, but my brother challenged me to do it; so I did. I place my foot upon it, took a deep breath, and pushed. Everything zoomed past me in a blur as I tried not to chicken out and jump off. It’s the truth. But the board, underneath me, careened out of control and I fell off.
My body skidded over the pavement as my arms scared and blood poured out.
Gouldin Lion
walking down, silent, cold, with the wind in your hair and the dirt in your eyes, and the trees huddling together for warmth. of course, his name resonates, too, but here, honestly, all you care about is the dirt path and the tree roots and the oaks creaking around you and the leaves swirling around your feet.
Rachel
A chilly breeze swept up lane nr 6, and Anna thought it carried the faint scent of blood and smoke. But the world was dark, and she did not have the patience to investigate the matter any further – how could she?
Lily
i went down the loane the other day to see if my parents where still there.
i was confounded to find no sign of them , this was a blow to profound to put into words.
garymains@hotmail.com
I have never lived on a lane. The road I lived on as a child had no name. It is now called a lane. I lived on a property where everyone just sent the mail to the property.
The lane was long and winding ahead of me. A cool breeze rustled through the tree leaves overhead, carrying quiet, humid memories.
Get out of my lane, you stupid bike!
Our lane that we used to live on had more history and stories than I will ever know. Four houses and tons of history. Now it is mostly gone with those who have now passed on and we will never know the richness. I will miss the lane but I will not forget.
Across the lane, there was a girl. She waved slowly and looked at me blankly. Bam! A swerving car goes up the curb and hits her. She is gone.
I walk down the deserted lane, thinking of that little shop. How can I possibly think I deserve something that spectacular? Even if I could afford it, what would I do with it? I’m most certainly not “sophisticated” enough to own something that brilliant. I guess a dream is nothing but a dream.
road
fire
wreck
small town
last name
doctor
rural route
address
medow lane
canal
The word lane could be used to talk about many items. Most commonly it is used in road names, such as Medow Lane. I could also be used in names such as a last name for many people.
I can clearly picture Allport Lane in my head, even to this day. It’s been over 30 years since I lived there. The street was long, and ended in a cul-de-sac. I can see my house at the end, right nex door to the Latham’s – they always gave the best treats on Halloween!
she swerved to the left lane “SLOW DOWN!” her mother shouted as the speedometer reached 100 mph
As ssoon as i entered the lane I knew I had been right all along. The place was deserted. How could such devastation heppen in so littkle time? Did they not know that tampering with these forces could go hazardly wrong? It must have been an ugly sight, judging by the amount of bodies in the street.
When I decided to move back to the mountains of western North Carolina, I was so pleased to move onto Penny Lane. The house was a quaint one bedroom. Sylvia slept in the dining room!
Lane is what i would walk down to get to soemwhere nice so i can sit around and relax. It what i drive down to get home. Its what i drive up to get to my dads. Its the second name of lois out of superman.
The touch of your palms would drive me insane
Just like a trip down memory lane
The two of us, blowing milkweed
Setting the seeds free, doing a good deed
trees and nice house ,upper suburban class and autumn leaves falling to the ground
i wish i could get out of this lane.
its like everyones on the other side going past me.. fast. and i’m here. going slow.. backwards.. in the wrong lane. i can see them though, and i know where i am, and what i’m doing is wrong… does that make it better?
There is no freer feeling than driving in and out of the diamond lane at will, double yellow lines be damned! And when you are solo.
I live on Graver Lane. I moved there my senior year in high school. But really I hate living in Virginia. I always believe that things would have been so different if i had never moved there and just stayed in New Jersey. I really miss living in NJ and what could have been. Who i would have been friends with? Who would I have dated? Who would i have taken to prom? So many questions, so little time. And i will never know the answers.
Down the old lane there laid the Frank the mutt. Little he knew that was going to be the last day in that godforsaken place. It all began when Frank decided to stand up for himself.
lane
The couple walked down the shady lane, hand in hand. They had not a care in the world. The kids had moved away, there was money in the bank. Everything was as they had planned. And that’s the end. They lived happily ever after.
Joshua turned the wheel and pushed it forward. The anti-gravity car drifted gently to the ground. He was a good – not screw that – a great AG pilot. Never mind that he liked a little Lane after dinner.
Lane.
The best feeling a pilot can get, whilst he’s not flying or screwing.
As it actually prohibits you from doing either, it’s just as well that it’s as good as both. As mind exploding as both together.
Lovely, lovely Lane.
a narrow word in the country
a street often a narrow with building in both sides
thinking of a cobblestone laneway, that makes the people in the car justle up and down because the gabs are too few and far betwee, obviously layed by appretences.
Lane. Rhymes with Elaine. She was very pretty girl. Curly brown hair. Freckles all over her nose like freckles rained on her when she was born. She loved breakfast. Mashed (not scrambled) eggs with tomatoes at the side. She was always so nervous about things like never knowing what to do right.
t is a long lane that has no turning
i am lazy
While is was driving to work this morning i took the fast lane where supposedly its the fastest way to get there. However, an accident 15 miles away blocked the whole lane
While is was driving to work this morning i took the fast lane where supposedly its the fastest way to get there. However, an accident 15 miles away blocked the whole lane
ciao sono vanessa e vorrei fare qualcosa di assolutamente grandiso con la mia miser
abby lane was the elementary school my mom went to as a child. she continued the tradition by taking me and my siblings there to play ritually. it was a wooden kingdom. it was burnt down.
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He stepped out of his house and into the lane outside. They had a small front garden but they had had it paved over the previous summer, deciding it wasn’t worth the hassle of keeping tidy. Instead it was home to a handful of pot animals, one hedgeho, two rabbits and a duck with ah yellow beak, two large plant pots and a wheelie bin and a recycling bin. It wasn’t the most elegant of front gardens but it did its job and removed one more stress from their lives.
I walked down the lane, in the middle of the night, when everything was cold and dark around me. I thought I heard a noise behind me, or maybe it was just my own head, whispering…
i was walking down the lane when i suddenly saw a dark, furry black cat curled up under the cold, rusting bars of my squeaky front gate. Upon closer inspection, I realised that the cat belonged to my neighbour. What a shock! He never let his cat out of the house! I looked closer and realised, with a serious shock,that he was dead.
one lane road and what do you do, there’s a car coming your way. Jump to the side, there’s cows and trouble. Stand, wave, hope to be seen, what do you do? I made a wish and looked at the sky for an answer he came in fast and I jumped onto the hood.
The lane was too steep for me to go down it on a skateboard, but my brother challenged me to do it; so I did. I place my foot upon it, took a deep breath, and pushed. Everything zoomed past me in a blur as I tried not to chicken out and jump off. It’s the truth. But the board, underneath me, careened out of control and I fell off.
My body skidded over the pavement as my arms scared and blood poured out.
walking down, silent, cold, with the wind in your hair and the dirt in your eyes, and the trees huddling together for warmth. of course, his name resonates, too, but here, honestly, all you care about is the dirt path and the tree roots and the oaks creaking around you and the leaves swirling around your feet.
A chilly breeze swept up lane nr 6, and Anna thought it carried the faint scent of blood and smoke. But the world was dark, and she did not have the patience to investigate the matter any further – how could she?
i went down the loane the other day to see if my parents where still there.
i was confounded to find no sign of them , this was a blow to profound to put into words.
I have never lived on a lane. The road I lived on as a child had no name. It is now called a lane. I lived on a property where everyone just sent the mail to the property.