Lane! it’s the name of my favourite (anf fankly speaking only) anime series))
Mariya
At one point in my life I had a friend named Lane. he was a good friend, but ended up going down the wrong path in life. If I ever saw him again, I’d tell him that it’s going to be okay.
Weg
Whose to say which lane is the right lane? On the road of life, how can one pass another? Should I signal my intentions or is it best to not let on what I’m up to? Life in the fast lane just doesn’t last as long as life at the speed limit.
Mark S.
It was windy and it was cobbled. I was full of dread, unknowing, hearing horse hooves. hearing my heart in my ears and feeling the blood rushing. it was approaching and i wasn’t sure what it was, but it was what made the hedges tremble. at the end of the lane. Rose thorns and brambles and blazing bonfires and potential. combustion.
Kat Saunders
a man passes into the next lane in a highway and blows through the median going into opposite traffic, he hits another car and the both die gruesomely w
Nicholas Terlizzi
You said you’d meet me down mulberry lane.
Two hours gone, the rain is lashing at my skin, a smile transfixed, as fake as a two dollar bill.
So with blackened eyes and a blackened heart I left mulberry lane and the casual promises made there. Without a backward glance.
Well maybe one.
shonalou
trees overhead block out the sun and filter a leafy melody that trickles thru and makes me laugh that finally I have killed my ex-husband.
shap
down the lane I walked with my dog. The weather was beautiful and the sun was shining bright.
lis
She was walking quietly down the street, when she saw a street sign that she hadn’t seen before Perry Lane…she usually noticed small things like that. How could she had missed it…looking down the street it looked barren and deserted.
Als
What’s mine is mine, and what’s mine is yours. This is my side of the street, so stay off. I don’t need you here. I’m doing perfectly fine without you. Unless, of course, you need help… if you’re drunk driving and you accidentally cross over into my lane, well, I won’t get too upset with you.
Selvaron
the boy walked downt the lane, wondering when the sun would go down. with his house ahead and the day’s memories behind, he couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would bring.
I have returned. Do not resist or you will be destroyed. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The world will tremble when I unleash my fury, just kidding.
Luke Skywalker
down the lane across the field
down the lane to the shops
and down the lane down the lane down the lane
to your door
it’s my favourite walk across my favourite floor
it’s my favourite adventure, i wish i did it more
gigi
driving within your own lane is restrictive. i want swerve in and out of it, and onto others, but the potential danger of death is too strong to ignore.
annie
My house is located on the end of a long, weed-laden lane. It is not much to look at. Most folks think our family is sort ofr white-trashy. But I don’t care. I grew up in this house and I would not trade it for anything.
Mr. Mitch
up the lazy lane I walk
Morning Glory
Lane, a quaint street, bright colorful houses. kids playing in the yard, dogs barking. warm sunny day. the ice cream truck around the corner.
Anonymous
Bowling has never been my strong suit. I always have to have those little bumper helpers. Once, while taking bowling lessons, I threw the ball up so high that when it landed it actually cracked the lane. I got in trouble. It was pretty great, though, and even though I’m really bad at keeping the ball in the lane I love looking like a goof with my friends. It makes you laugh.
Ronz
a lane is what people travel in. a lane guides us. it provides us direction. however a lane is not always present in life; it may be obscured and hidden. Finding the lane is one’s goal in life.
echu
hellop
Anonymous
I’m staring down at the road as my father suddenly changes lanes. I saw the white lines mess into one. My eyes began to acke
stu
ed
Anonymous
I wonder where you are most everyday, you know. I used to know you, and you used to know me. Back in the days before I left that god awful suburban nightmare.
Lane
DOWN A DARK, DREARY LANE, GROUPS OF PEOPLE STAND QUITETLY, PATIENTLY. Waiting for something to arrive, despite knowing that they are doomed to their fate. People pass but take no notice, as if the people are invisible.
Schalex Schmansell
And there she was, walking so slowly down the lane. My eyes caught her, the form of her body, the flow of her hair. I felt almost as though my heart was being taken all over again as i paused there, just a watcher, just someone she will never know nor never love. Just me, on this lane, with this beautiful woman. Oh, how it saddens me.
InsomniaReigns
The black car drove down the narrow lane, sweeping away the piles of dried up leaves lying on the pavement. The Fall sun shone brightly overhead.
Doug
driving down the lane of the highway, feeling the wind blowing through my ac-less car I finally realized that I was scared shitless. What have I done I thought? How did I do it? Then I remembered where I was heading to and the smile crept back across my face.
jackie
There was a lane in front of me and I had time. I was walking, slowly. I was thinking. I hadn’t had time to really stop and think about what I would do next, and where I would go. I had no home, no life, no one to love. It was a pretty lonely moment. But the lane had
Anonymous
lane, like a car lane. like the lanes on a highway, lanes that take us to places and people. dangerous at times, comforting, crowded at others. will we use them in the future?
Emma
I was walking down the lane when i saw it. It was huge, and black, and moving fast. I ducked through a break in the bushes, but it saw me. My heart stopped beating for a moment…literally stopped! I turned, but was too slow. It had me in it’s teeth. I panicked.
Anonymous
there is a road with trees along it and bikes ride down it often. it’s called pleasant lane and there are things about it that one loves. daisies are blooming and rocks hit your shoes as you peddle your tandum all along it laughing and singing. it’s pleasant becuse its like a dream. maybe it is.
alli
I was walking down the lane when i saw it. It was huge, and black, and moving fast. I ducked through a break in the bushes, but it saw me. My heart stopped beating for a moment…literally stopped! I turned, but was too slow. It had me in it’s teeth. I panicked.
Anonymous
Fuck. Lane. I hate lanes. I almost had an accident on ” A LANE ” going to FIU. I am now wondering if there is another meaning for Lane , but i’m out of time :( .
rudi
I walked it. My feet were blistered and wrapped in misapplied bandages,. It wasn’t until I walked for many years in that I realized I was tending to the needs of my wounds in the wrong way
Les
Sounds like lame, which is accurate as I find this to be a lame word to write about. I hate roads, I hate super markets, this word blows. I would have liked something more positive to write, I’m sorry. Lane is lame, and that’s about all I’ve got.
Will
I like lanes. They’re nice and straight. In computer class, my teacher explained how the internet was like a highway 9 lanes thick that go in all directions. Weird to think about all the accidents that would cause.
Chris
down the lane, I could see the back of his coat disappearing around the corner for the day. I followed carefully, making sure to keep a good amount of distance between us — it was still early morning and the dew-covered neighborhood was still deserted enough that me in my trench coat and fedora would look strange following too closely behind him. It’s so boring to tail someone in suburbia.
Florence
I am changing lanes when I am done with school. I am changing lanes when I am done with work. I’m not happy with this lane; I want to get into the other lane, the lane that takes me somewhere else and gets me there quicker, the lane that follows the coast, the lane that we drive next to but are never sure enough to enter.
Lane! it’s the name of my favourite (anf fankly speaking only) anime series))
At one point in my life I had a friend named Lane. he was a good friend, but ended up going down the wrong path in life. If I ever saw him again, I’d tell him that it’s going to be okay.
Whose to say which lane is the right lane? On the road of life, how can one pass another? Should I signal my intentions or is it best to not let on what I’m up to? Life in the fast lane just doesn’t last as long as life at the speed limit.
It was windy and it was cobbled. I was full of dread, unknowing, hearing horse hooves. hearing my heart in my ears and feeling the blood rushing. it was approaching and i wasn’t sure what it was, but it was what made the hedges tremble. at the end of the lane. Rose thorns and brambles and blazing bonfires and potential. combustion.
a man passes into the next lane in a highway and blows through the median going into opposite traffic, he hits another car and the both die gruesomely w
You said you’d meet me down mulberry lane.
Two hours gone, the rain is lashing at my skin, a smile transfixed, as fake as a two dollar bill.
So with blackened eyes and a blackened heart I left mulberry lane and the casual promises made there. Without a backward glance.
Well maybe one.
trees overhead block out the sun and filter a leafy melody that trickles thru and makes me laugh that finally I have killed my ex-husband.
down the lane I walked with my dog. The weather was beautiful and the sun was shining bright.
She was walking quietly down the street, when she saw a street sign that she hadn’t seen before Perry Lane…she usually noticed small things like that. How could she had missed it…looking down the street it looked barren and deserted.
What’s mine is mine, and what’s mine is yours. This is my side of the street, so stay off. I don’t need you here. I’m doing perfectly fine without you. Unless, of course, you need help… if you’re drunk driving and you accidentally cross over into my lane, well, I won’t get too upset with you.
the boy walked downt the lane, wondering when the sun would go down. with his house ahead and the day’s memories behind, he couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would bring.
lkl;kj
acdc, dark, dusty, bricks,grafitti, narrow, living, bluestone, dunnyman, cobbles, streets, alone,
I have returned. Do not resist or you will be destroyed. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The world will tremble when I unleash my fury, just kidding.
down the lane across the field
down the lane to the shops
and down the lane down the lane down the lane
to your door
it’s my favourite walk across my favourite floor
it’s my favourite adventure, i wish i did it more
driving within your own lane is restrictive. i want swerve in and out of it, and onto others, but the potential danger of death is too strong to ignore.
My house is located on the end of a long, weed-laden lane. It is not much to look at. Most folks think our family is sort ofr white-trashy. But I don’t care. I grew up in this house and I would not trade it for anything.
up the lazy lane I walk
Lane, a quaint street, bright colorful houses. kids playing in the yard, dogs barking. warm sunny day. the ice cream truck around the corner.
Bowling has never been my strong suit. I always have to have those little bumper helpers. Once, while taking bowling lessons, I threw the ball up so high that when it landed it actually cracked the lane. I got in trouble. It was pretty great, though, and even though I’m really bad at keeping the ball in the lane I love looking like a goof with my friends. It makes you laugh.
a lane is what people travel in. a lane guides us. it provides us direction. however a lane is not always present in life; it may be obscured and hidden. Finding the lane is one’s goal in life.
hellop
I’m staring down at the road as my father suddenly changes lanes. I saw the white lines mess into one. My eyes began to acke
ed
I wonder where you are most everyday, you know. I used to know you, and you used to know me. Back in the days before I left that god awful suburban nightmare.
DOWN A DARK, DREARY LANE, GROUPS OF PEOPLE STAND QUITETLY, PATIENTLY. Waiting for something to arrive, despite knowing that they are doomed to their fate. People pass but take no notice, as if the people are invisible.
And there she was, walking so slowly down the lane. My eyes caught her, the form of her body, the flow of her hair. I felt almost as though my heart was being taken all over again as i paused there, just a watcher, just someone she will never know nor never love. Just me, on this lane, with this beautiful woman. Oh, how it saddens me.
The black car drove down the narrow lane, sweeping away the piles of dried up leaves lying on the pavement. The Fall sun shone brightly overhead.
driving down the lane of the highway, feeling the wind blowing through my ac-less car I finally realized that I was scared shitless. What have I done I thought? How did I do it? Then I remembered where I was heading to and the smile crept back across my face.
There was a lane in front of me and I had time. I was walking, slowly. I was thinking. I hadn’t had time to really stop and think about what I would do next, and where I would go. I had no home, no life, no one to love. It was a pretty lonely moment. But the lane had
lane, like a car lane. like the lanes on a highway, lanes that take us to places and people. dangerous at times, comforting, crowded at others. will we use them in the future?
I was walking down the lane when i saw it. It was huge, and black, and moving fast. I ducked through a break in the bushes, but it saw me. My heart stopped beating for a moment…literally stopped! I turned, but was too slow. It had me in it’s teeth. I panicked.
there is a road with trees along it and bikes ride down it often. it’s called pleasant lane and there are things about it that one loves. daisies are blooming and rocks hit your shoes as you peddle your tandum all along it laughing and singing. it’s pleasant becuse its like a dream. maybe it is.
I was walking down the lane when i saw it. It was huge, and black, and moving fast. I ducked through a break in the bushes, but it saw me. My heart stopped beating for a moment…literally stopped! I turned, but was too slow. It had me in it’s teeth. I panicked.
Fuck. Lane. I hate lanes. I almost had an accident on ” A LANE ” going to FIU. I am now wondering if there is another meaning for Lane , but i’m out of time :( .
I walked it. My feet were blistered and wrapped in misapplied bandages,. It wasn’t until I walked for many years in that I realized I was tending to the needs of my wounds in the wrong way
Sounds like lame, which is accurate as I find this to be a lame word to write about. I hate roads, I hate super markets, this word blows. I would have liked something more positive to write, I’m sorry. Lane is lame, and that’s about all I’ve got.
I like lanes. They’re nice and straight. In computer class, my teacher explained how the internet was like a highway 9 lanes thick that go in all directions. Weird to think about all the accidents that would cause.
down the lane, I could see the back of his coat disappearing around the corner for the day. I followed carefully, making sure to keep a good amount of distance between us — it was still early morning and the dew-covered neighborhood was still deserted enough that me in my trench coat and fedora would look strange following too closely behind him. It’s so boring to tail someone in suburbia.
I am changing lanes when I am done with school. I am changing lanes when I am done with work. I’m not happy with this lane; I want to get into the other lane, the lane that takes me somewhere else and gets me there quicker, the lane that follows the coast, the lane that we drive next to but are never sure enough to enter.