there’s this kid names lane. no really, its her name. see, we used to be friends. best friends…
then came the next year. not so much anymore. she moved on to other people, i guess i wasnt enough for her really anymore. yeah, i know its depressing, sorry.
katy
First association: Drury Lane, home to the muffin man. Or the smart kid from The Kid Who Ran For President.
Anonymous
“Stay in your lane!” Madison yelled at her brother. Maybe she was more hearing than she actually usually considered herself. Her brother couldn’t hear her, but her hands were occupied so what choice did she really have. He naturally didn’t respond considering he had no idea she was speaking. They finished and she turned to him. “Ha, I won.”
Melodie
I knew a girl named lane who eschewed from herself everything that the mind conjures when they think of lanes. She was not sweet, or shady, or pleasant. She was a carnival of spirit, a crazy wild wanderer of soul, she was nothing like a lane, she was not something comfortable.
Emma
As they pulled in the small lane leading to what looked to be a small mud building, Emily looked out at the mountains in the distance. She’d never seen scenery like this before with such a stark contrast between desert and mountain. The two blended together somehow perfectly in this picture.
Anonymous
penny on the lane this evening
oddly enough i didn’t stop to pluck it from its concrete resting place.
sad i moved onward.
thinking of the circular object down the straight line.
and I?
who was i to replace it from its home…
go off the beaten path.
Kyyle Smith
What will happen if you cross over into the other lane? Will you come back to your own safely after passing the car ahead of you, or will you never return? Will you drive unobstructed in a new lane or will you be hit with opposition? What type of division did you cross? A dotted line, or solid?
Cole
caroline. moved from new orleans.
Anonymous
He saw me go into the large lane on the freeway and finially I lit my cigarette. The man started following me and in the large lane, we were next to each other. He realized that i was beautiful, I was Penny Lane. I was smoking my cigarette and inhaling deep breaths of air when i realized that I was laying in bed, dreaming.
Alyssa Troia
As i was driving down the lane i realized that I nev
Anonymous
the girl who lives down the lane was lonely and isolated from the rest of the world. No one seemed to notice that she didn’t have enough to eat or warm clothes to wear. They only referred to her as “that girl who lives down the lane…”
april domenigoni
Winding down a beautiful autumn lane in Virginia, somewhere near Montincello, when the leaves are gold and red and orange and the road is dappled with autumn foliage as teh road winds and swings beneath the wheels of teh car. a lane is sweet.
Anonymous
If I could just stay on the right lane. But I didn’t cause I was drunk. Poor little child Iran over…
eva
stay on the road
eva
road
eva
I have to be in the right lane in order to make my turn two miles ahead, so that i can be on time to pick up the children from school.
Dave
cars and bikers g racing down each lane. motorcyclists dont even bother. i always wished had the guts to do something like that but they simply go to fast. im too yellow. bowling lanes are differnet though i like though even if im not very good at it. blablblablanlablabla
diego the spaniard
the lane is meant to have a purpose therefore finding it on a path mustbe hard to walk you stroll through sideways glancing staricases always winding like clocks on the street if i coul have but one true wish it’d be to roll alone this grassy knolled way forever
Marilyn
I used to visit a lane. It reminds me of my grandmothers house for some reason. Something to do with my childhood, I can see clearly and feel the presence of my Grandmother. That word reminds me of her house in durham st. Not sure why, there is something about it. Perhaps there is a lane nearby…
Sean
As I drove down the leaf covered lane I was reminded of my youth and the many Thanksgiving dinners at my grandmother’s house. Definitely a trip down memory lane.
Lizette
i used to kno guy nmed lne. he s n ss lys eting things out of my refridertor when he ould visit, nd looking through my upbords s if he oned the ple. it s severl eeks before i ould ome up ith
Anonymous
crane.
Anonymous
I was on the fast lane to success. I knew it was time, I had put it off for too long. I am going to wonder why it took me this long to pursue my passion.
R
He walked down the lane, kicking up dust with his four year-old chucks and wondering in the cool of the summer evening.
.
I was sleepy. After pulling two consecutive all-nighters to finish studying for the upcoming final, I honestly should not have been driving on the highway. My car swerved from lane to lane and threatened to fall off the road at any moment. And then it did.
vish
I always imagine a tree lined street when I hear the word lane. Or perhaps a dirt road disappearing into the distance. Yet I live on a street called land sort of takes the romance away.
Vic
Three lanes over, a sleek silver Jaguar accelerated and merged suddenly in front of Sarah’s chugging Civic.
Susan
long between buildings on the road a way to move with traffic at the back of houses
Beth
One day, I was driving down the street toward Taco Bell. Earlier that day I had accidentally backed into the barbecuer in my driveway. I was in the right lane, and accidentally hit the curb with my right wheel and scratched it.
Kathryn
i live in a lane, it has trees, weeds and people, desperate people! They love they live they cry they gossip, they are us!
MVT89
louis lane. a lane is like a street, you can drive on it, walk on it and skip on it. they all lead somewhere. you may not know where exactly. but if you walk you will find something at the end. maybe the answer you have been looking for your entire life. or maybe nothing at all
Ashley McDaniel
p. lane was the first street that i called home in the US. many great memories are tied to it and the other lanes of First City. my best friend and i walked through and through the neighborhoods looking for new and fun things to do. Although the company of each other was enough
Coi Wanderer
Lanes flashed by as I flew above the highway. I passed it too soon, and all civilisation seemed to cease to exist (too many to’s in there). I was surrounded by barren wilderness.
Q-pie
The lane was long and it winded around the side of the house where teh trees met the egde of the lake, like a strange date between two strangers who are sure they’ve known one another forever. Mamma let us wander there each Sunday until the sun started sinking below the trees. Then we’d come back in for dinner and head off the bed before school the next.
Catheryn
penny lane was the one to blame for me being insane
pennywez
Lanes crossing and lanes dividing, :) Individual structured way of straightness?
ChaunceyTheWolf
walking down the lane she couldn’t help but imagine what the world would look like after the rain finally fell. in her mind, it would keep falling and falling until it consumed the walls, the buildings, the poison ivy crumbling brick.
millikin
I remember walking down Gary Lane when I was twelve. The old man that lived there was mean, all the time. I had heard of bullies at school, but never had a problem with any. But I did have a problem with Mr. Carr. He was a mean son of a bitch, and to this day, I still hate him. And his dog, Bubba.
Kim
It was a small, narrow lane between two buildings
Shannon
Lane actually reminds me of the street I grew up on. Im nineteen now and I find it very despressing that I cant recall if Sibley St or Sibley Lane was where I spent my early years. Im not even that old at all.
there’s this kid names lane. no really, its her name. see, we used to be friends. best friends…
then came the next year. not so much anymore. she moved on to other people, i guess i wasnt enough for her really anymore. yeah, i know its depressing, sorry.
First association: Drury Lane, home to the muffin man. Or the smart kid from The Kid Who Ran For President.
“Stay in your lane!” Madison yelled at her brother. Maybe she was more hearing than she actually usually considered herself. Her brother couldn’t hear her, but her hands were occupied so what choice did she really have. He naturally didn’t respond considering he had no idea she was speaking. They finished and she turned to him. “Ha, I won.”
I knew a girl named lane who eschewed from herself everything that the mind conjures when they think of lanes. She was not sweet, or shady, or pleasant. She was a carnival of spirit, a crazy wild wanderer of soul, she was nothing like a lane, she was not something comfortable.
As they pulled in the small lane leading to what looked to be a small mud building, Emily looked out at the mountains in the distance. She’d never seen scenery like this before with such a stark contrast between desert and mountain. The two blended together somehow perfectly in this picture.
penny on the lane this evening
oddly enough i didn’t stop to pluck it from its concrete resting place.
sad i moved onward.
thinking of the circular object down the straight line.
and I?
who was i to replace it from its home…
go off the beaten path.
What will happen if you cross over into the other lane? Will you come back to your own safely after passing the car ahead of you, or will you never return? Will you drive unobstructed in a new lane or will you be hit with opposition? What type of division did you cross? A dotted line, or solid?
caroline. moved from new orleans.
He saw me go into the large lane on the freeway and finially I lit my cigarette. The man started following me and in the large lane, we were next to each other. He realized that i was beautiful, I was Penny Lane. I was smoking my cigarette and inhaling deep breaths of air when i realized that I was laying in bed, dreaming.
As i was driving down the lane i realized that I nev
the girl who lives down the lane was lonely and isolated from the rest of the world. No one seemed to notice that she didn’t have enough to eat or warm clothes to wear. They only referred to her as “that girl who lives down the lane…”
Winding down a beautiful autumn lane in Virginia, somewhere near Montincello, when the leaves are gold and red and orange and the road is dappled with autumn foliage as teh road winds and swings beneath the wheels of teh car. a lane is sweet.
If I could just stay on the right lane. But I didn’t cause I was drunk. Poor little child Iran over…
stay on the road
road
I have to be in the right lane in order to make my turn two miles ahead, so that i can be on time to pick up the children from school.
cars and bikers g racing down each lane. motorcyclists dont even bother. i always wished had the guts to do something like that but they simply go to fast. im too yellow. bowling lanes are differnet though i like though even if im not very good at it. blablblablanlablabla
the lane is meant to have a purpose therefore finding it on a path mustbe hard to walk you stroll through sideways glancing staricases always winding like clocks on the street if i coul have but one true wish it’d be to roll alone this grassy knolled way forever
I used to visit a lane. It reminds me of my grandmothers house for some reason. Something to do with my childhood, I can see clearly and feel the presence of my Grandmother. That word reminds me of her house in durham st. Not sure why, there is something about it. Perhaps there is a lane nearby…
As I drove down the leaf covered lane I was reminded of my youth and the many Thanksgiving dinners at my grandmother’s house. Definitely a trip down memory lane.
i used to kno guy nmed lne. he s n ss lys eting things out of my refridertor when he ould visit, nd looking through my upbords s if he oned the ple. it s severl eeks before i ould ome up ith
crane.
I was on the fast lane to success. I knew it was time, I had put it off for too long. I am going to wonder why it took me this long to pursue my passion.
He walked down the lane, kicking up dust with his four year-old chucks and wondering in the cool of the summer evening.
I was sleepy. After pulling two consecutive all-nighters to finish studying for the upcoming final, I honestly should not have been driving on the highway. My car swerved from lane to lane and threatened to fall off the road at any moment. And then it did.
I always imagine a tree lined street when I hear the word lane. Or perhaps a dirt road disappearing into the distance. Yet I live on a street called land sort of takes the romance away.
Three lanes over, a sleek silver Jaguar accelerated and merged suddenly in front of Sarah’s chugging Civic.
long between buildings on the road a way to move with traffic at the back of houses
One day, I was driving down the street toward Taco Bell. Earlier that day I had accidentally backed into the barbecuer in my driveway. I was in the right lane, and accidentally hit the curb with my right wheel and scratched it.
i live in a lane, it has trees, weeds and people, desperate people! They love they live they cry they gossip, they are us!
louis lane. a lane is like a street, you can drive on it, walk on it and skip on it. they all lead somewhere. you may not know where exactly. but if you walk you will find something at the end. maybe the answer you have been looking for your entire life. or maybe nothing at all
p. lane was the first street that i called home in the US. many great memories are tied to it and the other lanes of First City. my best friend and i walked through and through the neighborhoods looking for new and fun things to do. Although the company of each other was enough
Lanes flashed by as I flew above the highway. I passed it too soon, and all civilisation seemed to cease to exist (too many to’s in there). I was surrounded by barren wilderness.
The lane was long and it winded around the side of the house where teh trees met the egde of the lake, like a strange date between two strangers who are sure they’ve known one another forever. Mamma let us wander there each Sunday until the sun started sinking below the trees. Then we’d come back in for dinner and head off the bed before school the next.
penny lane was the one to blame for me being insane
Lanes crossing and lanes dividing, :) Individual structured way of straightness?
walking down the lane she couldn’t help but imagine what the world would look like after the rain finally fell. in her mind, it would keep falling and falling until it consumed the walls, the buildings, the poison ivy crumbling brick.
I remember walking down Gary Lane when I was twelve. The old man that lived there was mean, all the time. I had heard of bullies at school, but never had a problem with any. But I did have a problem with Mr. Carr. He was a mean son of a bitch, and to this day, I still hate him. And his dog, Bubba.
It was a small, narrow lane between two buildings
Lane actually reminds me of the street I grew up on. Im nineteen now and I find it very despressing that I cant recall if Sibley St or Sibley Lane was where I spent my early years. Im not even that old at all.