alley造句

Do not approach in a dark alley.

We live in the same alley.

He looked like he came out of nightmare alley.

Meet at the bowling alley @9:00 P.M. sharp!

He was alone in the alley, it is true.

Jay slammed into me from behind and sent me sprawling across the blacktop of the alley.

"He was a janitor in a bowling alley," Haggis told me.

I couldn't help smiling as I watched him trot down the alley.

There is a sauna, a bowling alley and a gym in our hotel.

A blind alley at the end of which is a scaffold.

“Hedge funds used to be set up by two guys in a back alley with a flashlight, ” says one veteran.

In her defense, though, the apartment they live in is off a long and somewhat secluded alley.

The enemy soldier is darting from building to building, from one alley to the next -- urban warfare at its worst.

Minutes after Mr. Rebete ticketed the urinator he caught in the alley, another suspect headed the same way.

To understand how this might happen with moons, first imagine a bowling ball as it rolls down an alley.

Fuguo then made a phone call and soon we were being ushered past a goat into a back alley decorated with colourful paper flowers.

Melissa lived in a trailer park, miles from my campus, in one of a dozen turquoise units wedged between a bowling alley and the turnpike.

Hence, whenever I talk about 21st century capitalism, my friends in the Valley and the alley (understandably) want to throw me out the nearest window.

The truth is, even as a grown woman I tend to want to run in the alley rather than play tea party with the girls.

I also like in the rain lingering rain alley, as the name of the small umbrella with you bathed in the rain, really beautiful!

The alley was built in 1962 and all its equipment is original, with an exuberant use of steel that you don't see anymore: long, shiny Brunswick ball racks, dining tables with heavy flared legs.

On the video screen a woman is hurrying alone along the same road, "sniper alley", clutching shopping bags. She ducks into a doorway as the sound of bullets smacks out from the ridge above.

Each of the four storeys goes back nearly 40ft with a room on each floor of the apartment, crammed into an alley between an old tenement block and a tower block in Warsaw, Poland.

Jay slammed into me from behind and sent me sprawling across the blacktop of the alley. Skin tore away from the heels of my palms as I slid to a stop.

Who is hiding his half - standing figure, who is lying in front of the window to eavesdrop on the legend of the streets and alley, and there is a love story in each of the hutongs, and it is told after the rain.