Down the lane there was a small hut with a thatched roof. My car bumped along the dirt and gravel and I stopped in front of the fence. It looked more like an arbor than a fence as it was covered with a bundle of climbing roses. As I left the car I took another look at the newspaper and reread the ad that I had brought with me. This was an odd place for a scientist to work. But as a lab assistant for the university, I had meet several odd scientists and, frankly, I needed work.I had enough in my account for the next month but after that I would have bills rather than income. As my grandmother always said – income equal outgo – result happiness. It would be a pretty miserable month if I didn’t get this job.
Nancy
the lane where the trees grow is where i like to sit, i read a book and enjoyed it.
Sess
Driving through highway, the cars beeped and honked. I didn’t know what to do. I was a first time driver. All of a sudden, I had an awaken. I had to switch my lane.
Anonymous
a lane is a flowery place, full of scrolled benches & flowers, landscaping and beauty. Parks are located by lanes, as are public works of art
Courtney
linda – she goes to my church. her husband last year. it was really sad. i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone who seemed health die so quickly.
Anonymous
Traffic lane. Pretty simple word. Kind of like taking the easy lane of the road. The simple life. (In no reference to the awful show, mind you) I guess it’s up to the individual to decide this, but either way, life’s a series of lanes. Which will you take?
Dave
lane like lovers lane
Anonymous
driving in the country
Anonymous
a walk way that you can buy stuff in at walmart or bowling lane driving lanes
Alex stoddard
i like the word lane
it has 4 letters
it is a short word
rain rimes with lane
it is a wierd word
chelsea
lane
plane
sane
fane
cane
blane
lauren
the city alley cat house hallway bowling street
kyle
Bowling lane, plane rhymes with lane, street lane, driving lane
lauren
there is a bowling lane
a driving lane
a straight line
arthur
i ting this lane is messy i thing it chould be cleened in isle 7….i like bowlikg in a lane…it rimes with rain…
chelsea
Its a ……………………………………like a boiling allie ………………………………………………a street lane.
Angel
bowling driving interstate streets roads highways
dj
the lane leading to Christmas birthdays and joy is wide open and traffic free but only after celebrating the Happy Thanksgiving time first.
charlotte
I turn on my blinker to move into the next lane. I can’t stand it when people wait until the last minute to merge into my lane. I will walk down a lane, if that’s the same things as a path. I’m not quite sure what the difference is. Barry Lane comes to mind as well– writing guru.
kim
The community pool wasn’t as luxurious as the country club’s newly renevated “aquatic immersion facility”. Babies splashed in it’s luke-warm waters, and delapidated plastic chairs lined the rim. The lifeguards were not as attractive as the spray-tanned college students that worked at the country club, either. No nannies carted around J-crew-clad toddlers munching on gourmet chicken burgers and sipping mango acai smoothies, and no one recieved a pool-side cooling massage. The water filled the summer air with the scent of heavy chlorination, unlike the “organically-balanced” water at the country club. The lanes were divided by frayed rope and chipped plastic spheres. The sidewalks, baking in the hot sun, scorched the bare soles of swimmer’s feet, and tables, stained with drippings of melted popsicles and spilled lemonade, attracted swarms of bees.
It was, by far, not the greatest pool in town. But I spent my summer at the community pool. And I loved each and every moment of it.
Emma
Something crunched under my foot, and it certainly wasn’t a leaf. Wary, I lifted up my Adidas-clad foot saw shards of some purple plastic substance there on the lane. Bending down to pick it up (or pick all of it up…as I had crushed it into several pieces), I discovered it was a homemade CD case. Wow. Who knew people still used these?
I lifted up the CD, curious, and inspected it. The CD was inside, unharmed, and the title read: “The Soundtrack of My Life. For Anyone Who Cares to Listen.” The handwriting was definitely a girl’s. I glanced around, the wind whipping my face as I looked up and down the lane, searching for the girl who’d lost the music of her life.
Julia
i gotta a lane in my heart and it hurts me too much.
Anonymous
life in the fast lane. but sometimes traffic is halted. I feel halted at home these days. My life moves so quickly as long as I’m not at home. It’s quite depressing… the one place I go to rest from all the traffic is the place that feels too stagnant to be comfortable.
Hannah
i walked down the clear lane on a breezy day. one of those days were the silence scares you a litt.e where you question yr clautrophobis. wher eyou find yrself thinking about forest gump and feel guilty about it. why am i wasting my life thinking about forest gump?
you trip on a rock and stop thinking. silence.
focus on the silence.
g.jessy
standing in the lane for the movie ticket for hours,
i was preety confused wether it is going to be worth the time spending on it…
bt later i realised tht it is for her..and in front of her time doesn’t matters.
nilesh
It was a dark and dismal day. I walked along the bnlah blah blah blah blah blahb alhj
Anonymous
i was walking her home after our first date. she leaned out of the window to spit out her gum. out of the corner of my eye i could see her moistening her lips with her tongue. we stopped in front of her mailbox. after an unbearable silence, i finally said to myself “do it”. i looked at her and asked, “can i kiss you?” she said yes.
josh
It was a cold, misty day. The lane on which i strolled was long and winding. Every step I took created a crunching sound of leaves as I stepped on the dry Autumn one’s.
T;
i was driving in my lane when another car stepped out of its lane into mine and almost caused a car accident and it couldve been serious if he would of hit me but luckily he didnt and nothing happened so i made through and kept driving in my lane.
jay mil
There was a long, lane. It was dark and winding. I walked along it viewing the evening sun that was no setting leaving behind a pale hue in the dreary sky. I was sad. Very sad. To the extent tha I was listening to depressing music on my ipod that was merely contrib
Anonymous
she swerved back into her lane seconds before the truck collided with her. The driver of the truck accellerated, weaving wildly in and out of his lane. She watched in horror as the truck lurched to the right and crashed into the gaurdrail before plummeting off the overpass.
Mysti
I was walking down a mysterious lane in San Diego when I heard a walrus calling my name. I did a double take, because I didn’t believe what I saw, but there he was still beakoning me to come. I started walking towards him, when I reached him he turned away and started walking slowly down the lane.
MW
I pulled into the fast lane, oblivious to the cars around me. “How could he do this?” I asked. “When I get there, I will smack his face and throw his stuff to the ground.”
Diane
Alex looked outside the window of inn. People were waking up and the streets were getting crowded. The lane down the road was filling up with street vendors and kids were running between legs and having fun. He had come to Eventide to experience something different, and he was getting it.
Zoe
the lane with sparkling with lights. christmas was right around the corner and everything seemed to be fitting into place. the snow lightly fell as the lights shimmered and reflected onto the frosty ground.
bm
The girl skipped down the lane a bit and stopped. Before her stood a tall dark and handsome young man about ten years older than she. His sparkling blue eyes were reminiscent of the water at the lake. She thought that he might be the one, but doubted it. He couldn’t be the one.
Anonymous
a passing lane
little boy blue and the girl that resided next door
black sheep that have my fleece
dark and black
nothing
lane
the same as it begain
again as the same in the end
one into the diverge of Frost
Sydney Sutherland
lane reminds me of a driving lane. like in a car. it also reminds me of the name “lanie” which reminds me of a walk to remember. cancer is so sad. when my aunt passed away from non hodgkins lymphoma, I learned profound lessons about the mortality of life. life in the fast lane might be fun, but it’s dangerous too
elizabeth
He staggered down the narrow lane formed by the abutting garages of the houses facing two separate blocks. Kean did not know where he was, even though he had traveled this way in life. Now all he could see were the bodies, broken and consumed — enjoyed — by him.
street
Down the lane there was a small hut with a thatched roof. My car bumped along the dirt and gravel and I stopped in front of the fence. It looked more like an arbor than a fence as it was covered with a bundle of climbing roses. As I left the car I took another look at the newspaper and reread the ad that I had brought with me. This was an odd place for a scientist to work. But as a lab assistant for the university, I had meet several odd scientists and, frankly, I needed work.I had enough in my account for the next month but after that I would have bills rather than income. As my grandmother always said – income equal outgo – result happiness. It would be a pretty miserable month if I didn’t get this job.
the lane where the trees grow is where i like to sit, i read a book and enjoyed it.
Driving through highway, the cars beeped and honked. I didn’t know what to do. I was a first time driver. All of a sudden, I had an awaken. I had to switch my lane.
a lane is a flowery place, full of scrolled benches & flowers, landscaping and beauty. Parks are located by lanes, as are public works of art
linda – she goes to my church. her husband last year. it was really sad. i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone who seemed health die so quickly.
Traffic lane. Pretty simple word. Kind of like taking the easy lane of the road. The simple life. (In no reference to the awful show, mind you) I guess it’s up to the individual to decide this, but either way, life’s a series of lanes. Which will you take?
lane like lovers lane
driving in the country
a walk way that you can buy stuff in at walmart or bowling lane driving lanes
i like the word lane
it has 4 letters
it is a short word
rain rimes with lane
it is a wierd word
lane
plane
sane
fane
cane
blane
the city alley cat house hallway bowling street
Bowling lane, plane rhymes with lane, street lane, driving lane
there is a bowling lane
a driving lane
a straight line
i ting this lane is messy i thing it chould be cleened in isle 7….i like bowlikg in a lane…it rimes with rain…
Its a ……………………………………like a boiling allie ………………………………………………a street lane.
bowling driving interstate streets roads highways
the lane leading to Christmas birthdays and joy is wide open and traffic free but only after celebrating the Happy Thanksgiving time first.
I turn on my blinker to move into the next lane. I can’t stand it when people wait until the last minute to merge into my lane. I will walk down a lane, if that’s the same things as a path. I’m not quite sure what the difference is. Barry Lane comes to mind as well– writing guru.
The community pool wasn’t as luxurious as the country club’s newly renevated “aquatic immersion facility”. Babies splashed in it’s luke-warm waters, and delapidated plastic chairs lined the rim. The lifeguards were not as attractive as the spray-tanned college students that worked at the country club, either. No nannies carted around J-crew-clad toddlers munching on gourmet chicken burgers and sipping mango acai smoothies, and no one recieved a pool-side cooling massage. The water filled the summer air with the scent of heavy chlorination, unlike the “organically-balanced” water at the country club. The lanes were divided by frayed rope and chipped plastic spheres. The sidewalks, baking in the hot sun, scorched the bare soles of swimmer’s feet, and tables, stained with drippings of melted popsicles and spilled lemonade, attracted swarms of bees.
It was, by far, not the greatest pool in town. But I spent my summer at the community pool. And I loved each and every moment of it.
Something crunched under my foot, and it certainly wasn’t a leaf. Wary, I lifted up my Adidas-clad foot saw shards of some purple plastic substance there on the lane. Bending down to pick it up (or pick all of it up…as I had crushed it into several pieces), I discovered it was a homemade CD case. Wow. Who knew people still used these?
I lifted up the CD, curious, and inspected it. The CD was inside, unharmed, and the title read: “The Soundtrack of My Life. For Anyone Who Cares to Listen.” The handwriting was definitely a girl’s. I glanced around, the wind whipping my face as I looked up and down the lane, searching for the girl who’d lost the music of her life.
i gotta a lane in my heart and it hurts me too much.
life in the fast lane. but sometimes traffic is halted. I feel halted at home these days. My life moves so quickly as long as I’m not at home. It’s quite depressing… the one place I go to rest from all the traffic is the place that feels too stagnant to be comfortable.
i walked down the clear lane on a breezy day. one of those days were the silence scares you a litt.e where you question yr clautrophobis. wher eyou find yrself thinking about forest gump and feel guilty about it. why am i wasting my life thinking about forest gump?
you trip on a rock and stop thinking. silence.
focus on the silence.
standing in the lane for the movie ticket for hours,
i was preety confused wether it is going to be worth the time spending on it…
bt later i realised tht it is for her..and in front of her time doesn’t matters.
It was a dark and dismal day. I walked along the bnlah blah blah blah blah blahb alhj
i was walking her home after our first date. she leaned out of the window to spit out her gum. out of the corner of my eye i could see her moistening her lips with her tongue. we stopped in front of her mailbox. after an unbearable silence, i finally said to myself “do it”. i looked at her and asked, “can i kiss you?” she said yes.
It was a cold, misty day. The lane on which i strolled was long and winding. Every step I took created a crunching sound of leaves as I stepped on the dry Autumn one’s.
i was driving in my lane when another car stepped out of its lane into mine and almost caused a car accident and it couldve been serious if he would of hit me but luckily he didnt and nothing happened so i made through and kept driving in my lane.
There was a long, lane. It was dark and winding. I walked along it viewing the evening sun that was no setting leaving behind a pale hue in the dreary sky. I was sad. Very sad. To the extent tha I was listening to depressing music on my ipod that was merely contrib
she swerved back into her lane seconds before the truck collided with her. The driver of the truck accellerated, weaving wildly in and out of his lane. She watched in horror as the truck lurched to the right and crashed into the gaurdrail before plummeting off the overpass.
I was walking down a mysterious lane in San Diego when I heard a walrus calling my name. I did a double take, because I didn’t believe what I saw, but there he was still beakoning me to come. I started walking towards him, when I reached him he turned away and started walking slowly down the lane.
I pulled into the fast lane, oblivious to the cars around me. “How could he do this?” I asked. “When I get there, I will smack his face and throw his stuff to the ground.”
Alex looked outside the window of inn. People were waking up and the streets were getting crowded. The lane down the road was filling up with street vendors and kids were running between legs and having fun. He had come to Eventide to experience something different, and he was getting it.
the lane with sparkling with lights. christmas was right around the corner and everything seemed to be fitting into place. the snow lightly fell as the lights shimmered and reflected onto the frosty ground.
The girl skipped down the lane a bit and stopped. Before her stood a tall dark and handsome young man about ten years older than she. His sparkling blue eyes were reminiscent of the water at the lake. She thought that he might be the one, but doubted it. He couldn’t be the one.
a passing lane
little boy blue and the girl that resided next door
black sheep that have my fleece
dark and black
nothing
lane
the same as it begain
again as the same in the end
one into the diverge of Frost
lane reminds me of a driving lane. like in a car. it also reminds me of the name “lanie” which reminds me of a walk to remember. cancer is so sad. when my aunt passed away from non hodgkins lymphoma, I learned profound lessons about the mortality of life. life in the fast lane might be fun, but it’s dangerous too
He staggered down the narrow lane formed by the abutting garages of the houses facing two separate blocks. Kean did not know where he was, even though he had traveled this way in life. Now all he could see were the bodies, broken and consumed — enjoyed — by him.