i took the lane to school. on the way i saw a dog and he followed me the whole way. he came and sat in the classroom with me. we had a great day and shared lunch together. all the other kids wanted to play with my dog but i had to return him. on my way home, i left him at the lane where i found him. it was a good day. :) i hope it will happen again that i will find a lane dog
jenny
Lane watched as the train rolled into the station. Her hair fluttered into her face with the gust from the train, sticking to her lip gloss.
Farris
the lane is long, windy but i can’t walk enough to reach it. i’m still on grass, on blue long sleeved grass and the blades that should be are nothing but still and my feet are naked an my pace is soft.
Anonymous
walking down the lane, don’t know which way to turn. right lane left lane smart lane wrong. i took the one with my name on it. i called it the one. it took me where i’ve never been. right lane.
GK
Lane- i went bowling the other day and threw bowling balls down the lane.
Amy
I used to live down a lane. It was a country where it was always summer. I played down the lane with my friends on my bike. It was wooded in parts and so there were plenty of places to make dens. Lanes are ace. Lanes are childhood!
Sarah Crowther
The street was dark, wet from the last storm. My heels hit the cobblestones with flat, hollow sounds and whoever was behind me made similar sounds.
fear gripped me.
Wesker
Down the lane up the lane, it’s a word used in fairy stories. Where does the word come from? It’s funny because it seems a frendly word. Not like road or street which seems so impersonal. Lane reminds us of country walks, better times, evenings spent with our families. Nostalgia.
Ciana
a space in which a car can travel carrying occupants and often times small children in their car seats. A lane is not only for automobiles but can be used in any scenario in which there is travel in two different directions. Sometimes, I have even heard teh word lane used as a last name.
juan
Laugh-Adventure-Nostalgic-Everytime.
Anonymous
A cobbled lane with the sound of hard soled shoes and a cane. The rain makes diamonds on his coat an the young woman notes this with a small grin.
Wendy
Lane is a female’s name. I like lane.
adfskl
Walking down the lane way, i spotted a tabby cat. surprisingly, the cat looked at me at spoke in english, stay cool today lady. Shocked, i reeled backwards and hit the fence, at which point a pot plant fell on my head and smashed on the ground. The cat simmered past shaking its head.
Olivia
I don’t have much to say about the word lane. There is a song by Bloodhound Gang called Chasey Lane, and it’s pretty hilarious. Speaking of which, I need to transfer all of my music from my iPod onto my computer. Hm. This isn’t a very inspiring word for me. I apologize for my babbling.
Aly
Diane lane. She’s hot. Life in the fast lane, surely make you lose you mind. Don’t change lanes without signaling your intent. Always signal your intent. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
lookbab@hotmail.com
Ms. Lane was my eighth grade american history teacher… and her twin was my tenth grade american history teacher- twins! It was a very surreal.
Itta
I love to walk down my best friend’s lane to get to her house it has apple trees at either side and wild flowers..
xxXxKayleeXxXx
down a wooded lane,
down right to the brook,
look out the widow pane,
just go and take a look.
the autumn leaves are falling,
the ground is turning cold,
i thought i heard you calling,
this game is getting old.
d*
down the country lane, past the fields of wheat aqnd on to the little copse of tgrees. There in the claearing the little wooden cabin with smoke creeping from the c
Trudi
walked down the lane to see his horse standing at the fence waiting for him. the lane was paved with old pavers, red and brown. there were flowers dotted along the path beside the letterboxes spaced around the lane.
kelly
The word lane is so close to the word lame. Did you see the lame hobbling down the shady lane? I saw him but I didn’t help him when he fell. I just stopped and stared.
oreste
the lane wasx dark, and the glasses of the old man fogge up, as his beer covered breath filled tha air. The prostitute sat beside him, inhaling once more into her cigarrette…
Spencer VDS
I was riding my bike in the car lane. It was ridiculous , how many people almost hit me. I am very blessed that i didn’t get hurt. Now I am home, and I am safe.
josh
We drove down the lane at 60 miles per hour. It was dark and the stars were covered by clouds. This was on the way back from the bowling alley on our way to grab food. I was in the backseat and I can’t seem to remember who was driving. I guess I just assumed she was okay to drive because why would you take the keys and offer for us to get food unless you were sober enough to drive? We bowled a strike down the lane of the drive through.
Alli
Lane. Penny. In my ear and in my eye. McCartney’s a sap and a schmuck. Whatever credibility he had, he’s lost it completely. He needed Lennon and Lennon needed him.
frederick
Lane. Lois Lane. I thought she was hot when I was a kid, but she was nothing compared to Wonder Woman. God, I loved Wonder Woman–in cartoon form and in human form as Linda Carter. I wanted to seduce her.
manfred
As the lane stretches down the winding road, it morphs from road to trail, winding down from her heart leading away the boy that once had know so well and had traveled so long ago like love lost, love gone, loved long, loved forever and never. Hands intertwined with each others fingers, hands warm as much as our hearts with the fiery love we hold for each other. You know my love is free and that you are never charged to walk up my lane and take as much love as you need as long as you my dear am as open as I. but the love you lend me makes me want to sing from the top of my lungs, and make me look as fluorescent as I feel. Passion does not escape our eyes when lips touch, breath shared, bodies contort and twist, slowly, slowly, we walk down that lane for one last time in our minds eye so that the warmth would warm our hearts one last time before parting lips, parting bodies, parting minds.
Matthew Klumb-Rouse
there is this beautiful lane that is across the way . the little boys and girls are strolling down it as the autumn leaves blow about them . the large brick houses line this lane and i long to be warm inside one of the rooms . the chimnies are piping and the little boys and girls all run home for dinner .
claire
I was in the left lane when someone approached at such a velocity that I didn’t even have the time to change lanes. Instead I just slammed on the brakes and waited for destiny to take its course.
ludovico
the place at a bowling alley
the street in the beatles song penny lane
on a street
can be a name
not lame, but lane
sarah
Lane. The word kept slamming into his skull like a dull hammer onto concrete. What the hell did it mean? Uncertain, he opened the window and looked out, and there it was, high in the sky. How could he forget? All the lanes in his life were actually roundabouts, leading right back to the place he had started. Nowhere.
SW
Again the lanes keep comming into my brain.
Why is this?
Could it be that the last drop of X-Drug that I
slipped into my coffee this morning has somewhere dug its way into the caverns of my thought barren wasteland of a randomize system of thought recalling pilgrims.
SW
He thought that given enough time he could get down this damn lane. It’s not like a lane in London can be never ending. Really, more brick to walk, more closed shops to pass. Where did the rest of the world go and where is the end to this damn thing!
Annem
driving down the lane
the fast lane
merging over
to the slow lane
keep it real
take some time
make a difference
it’s all right
celia
How many times is someone going to change lanes in front of me, through me, without signalling? Just because I have a tiny car that blends in with road, sky, and the air itself doesn’t mean that I’m invisible. If I were I’d do more peeping.
Ben C.
In our world we don’t like lanes, they lead to places that we’d wrather not remember. I for one wouldn’t like to travel back to that time I almost killed a guy for trying to rape me with a sandwhich. It was an awful experience.
Seer Williams
She’d driven down it many a time. With the cobbles sliding beneath the wheels she knew what she’d do. She always knew. It was his time to leave and she would help him with that. Whether it cost her everything or nothing he would pay.
Anne
they all walked down the rainy laney rain in the rainy wet fog full of bears. sometimes they woulds top and eat the gumym bears, but there were real bears too. sometimes the real bears said hi to the gummy bears but not very often becaue of the leaves it was always raining. somteimes they would have a picnic with the real bears and the gummy bears. sometimes is rained to much. one of them wased named lane. he lived on a lane. he loves lanes.
annie
lk down the lane i see cars passing down the distant street that honk and beep at me as i walk down my lane and look at them passing me.
Matthew Klumb-Rouse
i hate when slow drivers come over to the fast lane. they should remain im th eslow one. there is no need for lanes in the first place if no one even listens…
i took the lane to school. on the way i saw a dog and he followed me the whole way. he came and sat in the classroom with me. we had a great day and shared lunch together. all the other kids wanted to play with my dog but i had to return him. on my way home, i left him at the lane where i found him. it was a good day. :) i hope it will happen again that i will find a lane dog
Lane watched as the train rolled into the station. Her hair fluttered into her face with the gust from the train, sticking to her lip gloss.
the lane is long, windy but i can’t walk enough to reach it. i’m still on grass, on blue long sleeved grass and the blades that should be are nothing but still and my feet are naked an my pace is soft.
walking down the lane, don’t know which way to turn. right lane left lane smart lane wrong. i took the one with my name on it. i called it the one. it took me where i’ve never been. right lane.
Lane- i went bowling the other day and threw bowling balls down the lane.
I used to live down a lane. It was a country where it was always summer. I played down the lane with my friends on my bike. It was wooded in parts and so there were plenty of places to make dens. Lanes are ace. Lanes are childhood!
The street was dark, wet from the last storm. My heels hit the cobblestones with flat, hollow sounds and whoever was behind me made similar sounds.
fear gripped me.
Down the lane up the lane, it’s a word used in fairy stories. Where does the word come from? It’s funny because it seems a frendly word. Not like road or street which seems so impersonal. Lane reminds us of country walks, better times, evenings spent with our families. Nostalgia.
a space in which a car can travel carrying occupants and often times small children in their car seats. A lane is not only for automobiles but can be used in any scenario in which there is travel in two different directions. Sometimes, I have even heard teh word lane used as a last name.
Laugh-Adventure-Nostalgic-Everytime.
A cobbled lane with the sound of hard soled shoes and a cane. The rain makes diamonds on his coat an the young woman notes this with a small grin.
Lane is a female’s name. I like lane.
Walking down the lane way, i spotted a tabby cat. surprisingly, the cat looked at me at spoke in english, stay cool today lady. Shocked, i reeled backwards and hit the fence, at which point a pot plant fell on my head and smashed on the ground. The cat simmered past shaking its head.
I don’t have much to say about the word lane. There is a song by Bloodhound Gang called Chasey Lane, and it’s pretty hilarious. Speaking of which, I need to transfer all of my music from my iPod onto my computer. Hm. This isn’t a very inspiring word for me. I apologize for my babbling.
Diane lane. She’s hot. Life in the fast lane, surely make you lose you mind. Don’t change lanes without signaling your intent. Always signal your intent. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Ms. Lane was my eighth grade american history teacher… and her twin was my tenth grade american history teacher- twins! It was a very surreal.
I love to walk down my best friend’s lane to get to her house it has apple trees at either side and wild flowers..
down a wooded lane,
down right to the brook,
look out the widow pane,
just go and take a look.
the autumn leaves are falling,
the ground is turning cold,
i thought i heard you calling,
this game is getting old.
down the country lane, past the fields of wheat aqnd on to the little copse of tgrees. There in the claearing the little wooden cabin with smoke creeping from the c
walked down the lane to see his horse standing at the fence waiting for him. the lane was paved with old pavers, red and brown. there were flowers dotted along the path beside the letterboxes spaced around the lane.
The word lane is so close to the word lame. Did you see the lame hobbling down the shady lane? I saw him but I didn’t help him when he fell. I just stopped and stared.
the lane wasx dark, and the glasses of the old man fogge up, as his beer covered breath filled tha air. The prostitute sat beside him, inhaling once more into her cigarrette…
I was riding my bike in the car lane. It was ridiculous , how many people almost hit me. I am very blessed that i didn’t get hurt. Now I am home, and I am safe.
We drove down the lane at 60 miles per hour. It was dark and the stars were covered by clouds. This was on the way back from the bowling alley on our way to grab food. I was in the backseat and I can’t seem to remember who was driving. I guess I just assumed she was okay to drive because why would you take the keys and offer for us to get food unless you were sober enough to drive? We bowled a strike down the lane of the drive through.
Lane. Penny. In my ear and in my eye. McCartney’s a sap and a schmuck. Whatever credibility he had, he’s lost it completely. He needed Lennon and Lennon needed him.
Lane. Lois Lane. I thought she was hot when I was a kid, but she was nothing compared to Wonder Woman. God, I loved Wonder Woman–in cartoon form and in human form as Linda Carter. I wanted to seduce her.
As the lane stretches down the winding road, it morphs from road to trail, winding down from her heart leading away the boy that once had know so well and had traveled so long ago like love lost, love gone, loved long, loved forever and never. Hands intertwined with each others fingers, hands warm as much as our hearts with the fiery love we hold for each other. You know my love is free and that you are never charged to walk up my lane and take as much love as you need as long as you my dear am as open as I. but the love you lend me makes me want to sing from the top of my lungs, and make me look as fluorescent as I feel. Passion does not escape our eyes when lips touch, breath shared, bodies contort and twist, slowly, slowly, we walk down that lane for one last time in our minds eye so that the warmth would warm our hearts one last time before parting lips, parting bodies, parting minds.
there is this beautiful lane that is across the way . the little boys and girls are strolling down it as the autumn leaves blow about them . the large brick houses line this lane and i long to be warm inside one of the rooms . the chimnies are piping and the little boys and girls all run home for dinner .
I was in the left lane when someone approached at such a velocity that I didn’t even have the time to change lanes. Instead I just slammed on the brakes and waited for destiny to take its course.
the place at a bowling alley
the street in the beatles song penny lane
on a street
can be a name
not lame, but lane
Lane. The word kept slamming into his skull like a dull hammer onto concrete. What the hell did it mean? Uncertain, he opened the window and looked out, and there it was, high in the sky. How could he forget? All the lanes in his life were actually roundabouts, leading right back to the place he had started. Nowhere.
Again the lanes keep comming into my brain.
Why is this?
Could it be that the last drop of X-Drug that I
slipped into my coffee this morning has somewhere dug its way into the caverns of my thought barren wasteland of a randomize system of thought recalling pilgrims.
He thought that given enough time he could get down this damn lane. It’s not like a lane in London can be never ending. Really, more brick to walk, more closed shops to pass. Where did the rest of the world go and where is the end to this damn thing!
driving down the lane
the fast lane
merging over
to the slow lane
keep it real
take some time
make a difference
it’s all right
How many times is someone going to change lanes in front of me, through me, without signalling? Just because I have a tiny car that blends in with road, sky, and the air itself doesn’t mean that I’m invisible. If I were I’d do more peeping.
In our world we don’t like lanes, they lead to places that we’d wrather not remember. I for one wouldn’t like to travel back to that time I almost killed a guy for trying to rape me with a sandwhich. It was an awful experience.
She’d driven down it many a time. With the cobbles sliding beneath the wheels she knew what she’d do. She always knew. It was his time to leave and she would help him with that. Whether it cost her everything or nothing he would pay.
they all walked down the rainy laney rain in the rainy wet fog full of bears. sometimes they woulds top and eat the gumym bears, but there were real bears too. sometimes the real bears said hi to the gummy bears but not very often becaue of the leaves it was always raining. somteimes they would have a picnic with the real bears and the gummy bears. sometimes is rained to much. one of them wased named lane. he lived on a lane. he loves lanes.
lk down the lane i see cars passing down the distant street that honk and beep at me as i walk down my lane and look at them passing me.
i hate when slow drivers come over to the fast lane. they should remain im th eslow one. there is no need for lanes in the first place if no one even listens…