beautiful tree lined walk country fall colors dirt road loose wire fences
green fields sunny day in the shade clear sky with puffy clouds
me
Riding my bike home from school only becomes enjoyable when the road opens up and there is a carriage lane. Then i know I won’t get hit by a car.
Anonymous
a place were it is dangerous. an alley way. going to the shops. lois lane from superman. a girl i know called lean. lane way cats. cats the musical. my old best friend. her new best friend. topshop. songs. ryhmes with rane
lala
cars mary jane…the lane was open just in time for the car to pull in and then mary jane squinted her eyes into the sunlight as she veered to the left unconscious she was doing so and spun around colliding with an eighteen wheeler
Anonymous
p-lane over my breath, don’t b-lame my
Anonymous
Switching lanes, switching friends, switching coffees.. Fast lanes, bumpy lanes, and life.
clarisa
I ran down the lane, clutching the baby pig. I saw the duchess and her cook chasing me. Why was everyone so angry? or were they mad?
Dottie Melcher
i walked down the shadowy lane, staring at the shadows. my imagination raced with what could be hidden in those shadows, but I pushed the thoughts away. I took another cautious step forward.
Maddie
the lane is red. lois lane. super man. I really dont know what to write about. Lanes are cool. I guess. cars drive in lanes. Lanes are what help keep us in order.
Martin
the ball rolls down and i can’t get it back.
it hurts to see it go and never come back, but did i have it in the first place?
the bowling ball down a lane can determine failure or success, i’m afraid.
Aleyah
The lane is long and winding, but with his hand in hers Abbie is ready to face anything.
Jessika Castillo
She pulled into the fast lane, pressing the gas pedal down. 80, 85, 90, the needle kept rising as she sped faster, her eyes pulsing with the excitement of the speed now coursing through her veins. Blue and red lights began to flash behind her and she kept going, running from the girl had broken her heart, and stolen her dignity .
haruka
The cement lane had true taste to it. He slammed me down on the ground again, and a couple more teeth fell out. FUCK YOU I screamed. And He put his gun in his hand, He took his dick out and told me to suck it. I snatched up and he shot it off.
Alex
lanes are roads that are normally smaller than roads. I think. A laneyard is a ribbon around a lifeguard or man. Normally a lifeguard. I like boy scouts!!
Obi Wan Kenobi
A cold dusty lane lay at the end of Loretta’s street. It was barred off by a an ancient gate, and the was presumably a house on the other end. The land was barred in by a tall brick wall that went as far as the eye could see.
Emma
One lane in the middle of nowhere. Where were we going? None of us knew. It was too late to look back, too early to look ahead. Just us, and this lane in the middle of nowhere. All we had were each other now.
Miranda
i used to live on a lane in lexington ky. it was nice…
kellie
mary lane
leey
sun, warm, violets, walking up the lane smelling heather and horse, leading to the top of the rise to see 100 million acres of dust rise up before you.
nancywrites
it begins with an L but ends in an e
how bizarre this word must be
the treetops sway
through night and day
and sunshines nightly
level6Mage
It wasn’t a street. Street was too mundane a word for this neighborhood. It was a lane, complete with white pickett fences and rose bushes.
courtney
groves and lanes are beautiful. dont waste your time reading this. I am horrible at typing and am only 11. bye!
emmeline
The lane stretched ahead of them, slowly winding into the distance, into the future, into what was about to become present, and soon enough, the past. She just hoped that she could make the right choice, and that the lane would be filled with flowers one day, instead of drenched in blood.
Ana
I live on a lane. It’s really pretty in the fall, all the trees overhanging like a tunnel of nature. I always imagine lanes in the country, a nice wooden fence with a dirt road and rolling hills and baaing sheep I have sheep so I like sheep and also lanes can be in the city nice neat roads that are straight and have shops on either side.
Tessa
Apparently, a four-lane highway just isn’t big enough for some people.
The car inevitably slams into mine at a high speed.
The world implodes.
Flashing lights.
Screeching tires.
Panicked voices.
Can’t they all be quiet? I have to think.
Finally, peace. Darkness.
Patience Stewart
The lane was full of misty wisps and bordered by tall emerald hedges. I squinted towards the end..
Ann
a sheep crossed the sea in a flotting boat and the clock were running indiscriminalaty
flop
Lane Kiffin is a shitty, shitty football coach. He has a really hot wife though.
Peyton Manning
I walked down the snow covered alley. My feet were frozen, for I couldn’t feel them taking me back to my dreaded apartment where I knew, from the look on mothers face last night, father would be home and angry. That is what my life had come to lately… fear.
Emily
I one walked apon a lane, it was main. I was lame, walked apon one foot, with a slight kink. The slower i go, the more i feal the link, of me with my envoriment. Me, and my time, my flowers, my climate.
Gert
wait… I did this word yesterday! oh well, Lois lane, a type of street. lane Lane LAne laNE LANE! wooooooooo!!!
Jazmyn
Lois Lane.
Joseph Leff
on a road. candy cane lane. rhymes with lame. you change lanes. changing lanes is a crappy movie.
Anonymous
memory lane. it’s where i walk now. it’s where i live now. no new memories to be made, to collect. no reflections of you in the deep pool of my mind. no beautiful smiles to recall. sometimes it’s like you were never there, not at all.
lacee
There’s a lane down the middle of the road, this lane differs from the others. This lane is showered with lost items, clothes, shoes, toys, and other items. How can we clean this street?
davidcrush
Emma was strolling down the lane last Saturday when she saw the blind man picking his way along the sidewalk, poking at cracks and gaps with his cane. She saw him every day on the same lane and never stopped. But she decided today was different,
Kait
i was walking down penny lane with a penny in my pocket when a pigeon flew by and snatched the bagel out of my hands! i called for it to come back, but of course it flew away in to the gloomy skyline away with my breakfast and toward its own.
tayhpatrick@yahoo.com
They went early the the coffee shop at the end of the lane. The staff were still putting the tables out as they arrived. They sat close, in a corner and shared the things that had been occupying them, their cares, their intent for the day and each other.
Stormy
stones under your feet, tiny pebbles clatter as you walk. Hedgerow bursting with green, tall rows of cowparsley
limejuice
At the lane, with the blackened street sign that read “Esther” was an elderly gentleman that was too wise for his own good.
beautiful tree lined walk country fall colors dirt road loose wire fences
green fields sunny day in the shade clear sky with puffy clouds
Riding my bike home from school only becomes enjoyable when the road opens up and there is a carriage lane. Then i know I won’t get hit by a car.
a place were it is dangerous. an alley way. going to the shops. lois lane from superman. a girl i know called lean. lane way cats. cats the musical. my old best friend. her new best friend. topshop. songs. ryhmes with rane
cars mary jane…the lane was open just in time for the car to pull in and then mary jane squinted her eyes into the sunlight as she veered to the left unconscious she was doing so and spun around colliding with an eighteen wheeler
p-lane over my breath, don’t b-lame my
Switching lanes, switching friends, switching coffees.. Fast lanes, bumpy lanes, and life.
I ran down the lane, clutching the baby pig. I saw the duchess and her cook chasing me. Why was everyone so angry? or were they mad?
i walked down the shadowy lane, staring at the shadows. my imagination raced with what could be hidden in those shadows, but I pushed the thoughts away. I took another cautious step forward.
the lane is red. lois lane. super man. I really dont know what to write about. Lanes are cool. I guess. cars drive in lanes. Lanes are what help keep us in order.
the ball rolls down and i can’t get it back.
it hurts to see it go and never come back, but did i have it in the first place?
the bowling ball down a lane can determine failure or success, i’m afraid.
The lane is long and winding, but with his hand in hers Abbie is ready to face anything.
She pulled into the fast lane, pressing the gas pedal down. 80, 85, 90, the needle kept rising as she sped faster, her eyes pulsing with the excitement of the speed now coursing through her veins. Blue and red lights began to flash behind her and she kept going, running from the girl had broken her heart, and stolen her dignity .
The cement lane had true taste to it. He slammed me down on the ground again, and a couple more teeth fell out. FUCK YOU I screamed. And He put his gun in his hand, He took his dick out and told me to suck it. I snatched up and he shot it off.
lanes are roads that are normally smaller than roads. I think. A laneyard is a ribbon around a lifeguard or man. Normally a lifeguard. I like boy scouts!!
A cold dusty lane lay at the end of Loretta’s street. It was barred off by a an ancient gate, and the was presumably a house on the other end. The land was barred in by a tall brick wall that went as far as the eye could see.
One lane in the middle of nowhere. Where were we going? None of us knew. It was too late to look back, too early to look ahead. Just us, and this lane in the middle of nowhere. All we had were each other now.
i used to live on a lane in lexington ky. it was nice…
mary lane
sun, warm, violets, walking up the lane smelling heather and horse, leading to the top of the rise to see 100 million acres of dust rise up before you.
it begins with an L but ends in an e
how bizarre this word must be
the treetops sway
through night and day
and sunshines nightly
It wasn’t a street. Street was too mundane a word for this neighborhood. It was a lane, complete with white pickett fences and rose bushes.
groves and lanes are beautiful. dont waste your time reading this. I am horrible at typing and am only 11. bye!
The lane stretched ahead of them, slowly winding into the distance, into the future, into what was about to become present, and soon enough, the past. She just hoped that she could make the right choice, and that the lane would be filled with flowers one day, instead of drenched in blood.
I live on a lane. It’s really pretty in the fall, all the trees overhanging like a tunnel of nature. I always imagine lanes in the country, a nice wooden fence with a dirt road and rolling hills and baaing sheep I have sheep so I like sheep and also lanes can be in the city nice neat roads that are straight and have shops on either side.
Apparently, a four-lane highway just isn’t big enough for some people.
The car inevitably slams into mine at a high speed.
The world implodes.
Flashing lights.
Screeching tires.
Panicked voices.
Can’t they all be quiet? I have to think.
Finally, peace. Darkness.
The lane was full of misty wisps and bordered by tall emerald hedges. I squinted towards the end..
a sheep crossed the sea in a flotting boat and the clock were running indiscriminalaty
Lane Kiffin is a shitty, shitty football coach. He has a really hot wife though.
I walked down the snow covered alley. My feet were frozen, for I couldn’t feel them taking me back to my dreaded apartment where I knew, from the look on mothers face last night, father would be home and angry. That is what my life had come to lately… fear.
I one walked apon a lane, it was main. I was lame, walked apon one foot, with a slight kink. The slower i go, the more i feal the link, of me with my envoriment. Me, and my time, my flowers, my climate.
wait… I did this word yesterday! oh well, Lois lane, a type of street. lane Lane LAne laNE LANE! wooooooooo!!!
Lois Lane.
on a road. candy cane lane. rhymes with lame. you change lanes. changing lanes is a crappy movie.
memory lane. it’s where i walk now. it’s where i live now. no new memories to be made, to collect. no reflections of you in the deep pool of my mind. no beautiful smiles to recall. sometimes it’s like you were never there, not at all.
There’s a lane down the middle of the road, this lane differs from the others. This lane is showered with lost items, clothes, shoes, toys, and other items. How can we clean this street?
Emma was strolling down the lane last Saturday when she saw the blind man picking his way along the sidewalk, poking at cracks and gaps with his cane. She saw him every day on the same lane and never stopped. But she decided today was different,
i was walking down penny lane with a penny in my pocket when a pigeon flew by and snatched the bagel out of my hands! i called for it to come back, but of course it flew away in to the gloomy skyline away with my breakfast and toward its own.
They went early the the coffee shop at the end of the lane. The staff were still putting the tables out as they arrived. They sat close, in a corner and shared the things that had been occupying them, their cares, their intent for the day and each other.
stones under your feet, tiny pebbles clatter as you walk. Hedgerow bursting with green, tall rows of cowparsley
At the lane, with the blackened street sign that read “Esther” was an elderly gentleman that was too wise for his own good.