He switched to the car pool lane, feeling a rush of adrenaline because he did not have at least two people in the car and yet he was still driving in the lane.
This was the story of his life.
hana
Speeding down the highway, I approached the exit lane. The lane was fllled with drivers. I hesitated to to enter the lane.
Deb
I was in a plane lane when I realized I was having a hart attack, I could hear muy heart struggling to keep it’s beating, and it hurt so much. then, it stopped. I knew then that my life was no more that a very thin piece of fabric that was burning little by l
Anonymous
The roads wove like veins. Nothing seemed to make sense only upwards. Honeysuckle Lane was pretty much running in the center of the mountain, with a nice span of the ribbon allowing a view of Chandler below.
law
if you find yourself in it you might be limited in the space you can hold for yourself but it might also lead to way to the right place you wanna go. If it leads to you the wrong place, returning is not necessarily the answer but maybe the point was to go to that place.
Jony
The ball flew from his hand, gliding through the air. It was as if it had lost all of it’s weight the instant it slid from his fingers, and it wasn’t until it crashed down onto the hardwood lane that it’s full 14 pounds were again realized.
Boca
It it not a street, but it is still a channel for people to travel.
Follows the park before mayfair.
The horse was Gurners’.
And if you change an n to an m then that horse can’t walk.
Richard
avenue
stephen
my first thought is the lanes of a highway. why do people follow traffic laws? doesnt anyone think its weird that we heed to traffic lights and always drive in the lines? i also think of louis lane who got to date superman, lucky bitch.
Sarah
A lovely romp down the lane will give you a wonderful feeling inside your belly. The lane is an avenue to lose yourself in the beauty of the city and of the world as people gently go by in the hustle and bustle of the day.
Anonymous
The lane I lived was unusual. Actually, it was perfectly usual, from my neighbors to the landscapes. White picket fences decorated the abysmally black pavement while green grass carpeted the space until the one story ranch houses.
lihv
the lane seemed quiet for once. no children playing in the front yards, no lawnmowers going off, no cars going by. just me, the gray sky, and the leaves being blown around by the fierce wind.
Irene
help way another avenue to take you to a mythical place where you can take another path.
Sliding doors that split your path of life to option your way.
Keeping you going.
Leah C
we walked and walked. the leaves rustled beneath our feet. it was chilly, almost too cold. but it was a beautiful day for a walk. the place was special. it ran right along the lake. it was autumn lane. named so because of the trees and color.
kathakins
I can’t currently drive, but sometimes when my boyfriend drives, he speeds. It’s actually quite exhilarating, but, dangerous. He recently got into a car accident and therefore can’t drive anymore. No danger, but… no transportation.
Rava
i very strongly dislike the drivers in fast cars on the freeway that lane change with mere feet of space in front of my car and cut me off.
griffin.
Travel from place to place. Bowling alleys with used bowling shoes. Yellow street dividers.
DCav
Roadworks on the M6 tonight again (still) and in the cones I chose the wrong lane. It led me off the motorway and I couldn’t get back on. I took the back roads home which was quite pleasant for a change.
Annabel Weir
walking in he countryside dodging the dog poo and nettles on my way to the pub I noticed the sound of the approaching car first before it
simonsays
penny lane. i love the beatles. the kings of rock and roll! sweet, clean music. seemingly simple, melodies that have a lot more challenging harmony beneath the surface. they just get stuck in your head all day long. penny lane.
ikea
the lane curves and takes you deep into the forest, there at the end the stream
Carina
I walked down the lane. there was a cat, it ran away because a dog was chasing it. then came a lion chasing the dog. i found it odd but it was interesting to see such an occurance in a back alley lane in london. i laughed to myself about it until an african man wiht a blowdart gun showed up and shot the lion.
Chris
the lane was dark. it had been raining the night before so it had almost turnedi nto something you see from a horror movie. The water squelchs about and then from nowhere pounces this snake or something gross like that. You never know what’s down there, whether it’s a couple f**cking or a junkie hitting up.
Anonymous
I found a mysterious box in the back lane behind a spruce tree. Cautiously, I moved toward the box and opened the lid. Suddenly, a tiger jumped toward me and bit my ear.
Allan
road, cars, horses, back alley, busy, dark, narrow, bread, way, traffic, car lane,
Anonymous
turn to the right lane, as the radio blasted overjoyed, overrated christmas music. too early for that, isn’t it? sad little thing.
uppity-donk
penny lane, reminds me of the days when the Beatles were played on the radio
Joe
When I first saw the lane I was hesitant to drive down it. I didn’t think I could go back to that same place I once spent so much time. I know the second I see his face again I will regret ever making the decision to turn.
Chelsea Miller
Walking down the lane I see a deer. It is a baby, still has its spots.
Anonymous
penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes, there above the fruit suburban skies
lauren
im in a lane thats leading nowhere. I get into the nearby lane where theres an old lady stalling. I go the express lane and checkout with a turkey and gravy. I make it to thanksgiving
Dolan
I was walking down the lane when suddenly a giant ghost ran out at me and I screamed. “OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!” I cried. My father ran out and blood gushed out of his throat. He died suddenly leaving blood stains on the sidewalk that would never come out.
We now understand why it was called Death Lane, but we never did leave that dreary house on that deathly lane.
Caitlin
The lane to your heart is too long…It’s not worth it…
JohnQUnknown
gggggg
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highway lane is a lane laneglkmrgklhsfdlgkn
Anonymous
And still, we chase that one-way lane to nowhere.
Anonymous
I really wish that people would learn to stay in their own lane. You don’t have to be what somebody else is. Be you, stay in your own lane man. Please the world would be so much better if people would just be themselves.
cal
He walked down the lane, his hands swinging idly by his sides. He was drunk. He couldn’t focus on anything except the scraggly weeds growing from the sides of the road. It was a problem.
Bartholomew
Lost I found myself stuck in an office writing against time
Larry
There is a lane, from uptown to downtown, where instead of people the water flows. This water, before it gets to the village downstream, is filled with dirt and filth. The villagers drink, they have nothing else.
He switched to the car pool lane, feeling a rush of adrenaline because he did not have at least two people in the car and yet he was still driving in the lane.
This was the story of his life.
Speeding down the highway, I approached the exit lane. The lane was fllled with drivers. I hesitated to to enter the lane.
I was in a plane lane when I realized I was having a hart attack, I could hear muy heart struggling to keep it’s beating, and it hurt so much. then, it stopped. I knew then that my life was no more that a very thin piece of fabric that was burning little by l
The roads wove like veins. Nothing seemed to make sense only upwards. Honeysuckle Lane was pretty much running in the center of the mountain, with a nice span of the ribbon allowing a view of Chandler below.
if you find yourself in it you might be limited in the space you can hold for yourself but it might also lead to way to the right place you wanna go. If it leads to you the wrong place, returning is not necessarily the answer but maybe the point was to go to that place.
The ball flew from his hand, gliding through the air. It was as if it had lost all of it’s weight the instant it slid from his fingers, and it wasn’t until it crashed down onto the hardwood lane that it’s full 14 pounds were again realized.
It it not a street, but it is still a channel for people to travel.
Follows the park before mayfair.
The horse was Gurners’.
And if you change an n to an m then that horse can’t walk.
avenue
my first thought is the lanes of a highway. why do people follow traffic laws? doesnt anyone think its weird that we heed to traffic lights and always drive in the lines? i also think of louis lane who got to date superman, lucky bitch.
A lovely romp down the lane will give you a wonderful feeling inside your belly. The lane is an avenue to lose yourself in the beauty of the city and of the world as people gently go by in the hustle and bustle of the day.
The lane I lived was unusual. Actually, it was perfectly usual, from my neighbors to the landscapes. White picket fences decorated the abysmally black pavement while green grass carpeted the space until the one story ranch houses.
the lane seemed quiet for once. no children playing in the front yards, no lawnmowers going off, no cars going by. just me, the gray sky, and the leaves being blown around by the fierce wind.
help way another avenue to take you to a mythical place where you can take another path.
Sliding doors that split your path of life to option your way.
Keeping you going.
we walked and walked. the leaves rustled beneath our feet. it was chilly, almost too cold. but it was a beautiful day for a walk. the place was special. it ran right along the lake. it was autumn lane. named so because of the trees and color.
I can’t currently drive, but sometimes when my boyfriend drives, he speeds. It’s actually quite exhilarating, but, dangerous. He recently got into a car accident and therefore can’t drive anymore. No danger, but… no transportation.
i very strongly dislike the drivers in fast cars on the freeway that lane change with mere feet of space in front of my car and cut me off.
Travel from place to place. Bowling alleys with used bowling shoes. Yellow street dividers.
Roadworks on the M6 tonight again (still) and in the cones I chose the wrong lane. It led me off the motorway and I couldn’t get back on. I took the back roads home which was quite pleasant for a change.
walking in he countryside dodging the dog poo and nettles on my way to the pub I noticed the sound of the approaching car first before it
penny lane. i love the beatles. the kings of rock and roll! sweet, clean music. seemingly simple, melodies that have a lot more challenging harmony beneath the surface. they just get stuck in your head all day long. penny lane.
the lane curves and takes you deep into the forest, there at the end the stream
I walked down the lane. there was a cat, it ran away because a dog was chasing it. then came a lion chasing the dog. i found it odd but it was interesting to see such an occurance in a back alley lane in london. i laughed to myself about it until an african man wiht a blowdart gun showed up and shot the lion.
the lane was dark. it had been raining the night before so it had almost turnedi nto something you see from a horror movie. The water squelchs about and then from nowhere pounces this snake or something gross like that. You never know what’s down there, whether it’s a couple f**cking or a junkie hitting up.
I found a mysterious box in the back lane behind a spruce tree. Cautiously, I moved toward the box and opened the lid. Suddenly, a tiger jumped toward me and bit my ear.
road, cars, horses, back alley, busy, dark, narrow, bread, way, traffic, car lane,
turn to the right lane, as the radio blasted overjoyed, overrated christmas music. too early for that, isn’t it? sad little thing.
penny lane, reminds me of the days when the Beatles were played on the radio
When I first saw the lane I was hesitant to drive down it. I didn’t think I could go back to that same place I once spent so much time. I know the second I see his face again I will regret ever making the decision to turn.
Walking down the lane I see a deer. It is a baby, still has its spots.
penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes, there above the fruit suburban skies
im in a lane thats leading nowhere. I get into the nearby lane where theres an old lady stalling. I go the express lane and checkout with a turkey and gravy. I make it to thanksgiving
I was walking down the lane when suddenly a giant ghost ran out at me and I screamed. “OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!” I cried. My father ran out and blood gushed out of his throat. He died suddenly leaving blood stains on the sidewalk that would never come out.
We now understand why it was called Death Lane, but we never did leave that dreary house on that deathly lane.
The lane to your heart is too long…It’s not worth it…
gggggg
highway lane is a lane laneglkmrgklhsfdlgkn
And still, we chase that one-way lane to nowhere.
I really wish that people would learn to stay in their own lane. You don’t have to be what somebody else is. Be you, stay in your own lane man. Please the world would be so much better if people would just be themselves.
He walked down the lane, his hands swinging idly by his sides. He was drunk. He couldn’t focus on anything except the scraggly weeds growing from the sides of the road. It was a problem.
Lost I found myself stuck in an office writing against time
There is a lane, from uptown to downtown, where instead of people the water flows. This water, before it gets to the village downstream, is filled with dirt and filth. The villagers drink, they have nothing else.