Ducky Boi It was a cloudy day and duck was stressed more than he ever was before. His wife was leaving him, His daughter was killed on her trip to new york city, and he isn’t doing well at work. He makes the final choice to end the 9-5 normal life. He climbs to the roof and stands on the edge looking at the ant-sized cars that move beneath him. He backs to the very edge and kicks back on the corner boosting him off the edge with enough distance to look like he’s flying. He glides downward enjoying the air pushing up on him, feeling nice on his body. It was a short wait before he had died, but once he hit the ground it all went black. Duck sees a light. He’s finally free in the afterworld. All of a sudden a duck shows up and stares at him. The light wasn’t the afterlife, it was the sun. Duck looks down at himself and sees yellow feathers. He’s a duck. The mom pulls him out of the egg and has the babies gather around her. All the babies start to play around. The baby ducks brought a brownie over and they shared the brownie. The ducks all went into the gym and lifted some weights because buff is good for ducky bois. The bois sipped the same puddle showing love to bois. One duck called the other ducks nerds and the ducks drowned him. Ducky had to make an ally so he waddled up to the biggest duck. “What’s up” Ducky asked “Go away” demanded the big duck. “K” said Ducky. Mother duck nudges the chicks towards the road and they all follow her across. Then all
The announcement came over the speaker to take the crash position. The plain crash landed in Heidi’s back yard of the dove house. The chaos was just beginning for Heidi. She heard a loud crash and took off to the back yard and that is when she saw the plain that had crashed. At first Heidi panicked she soon got her
One of the first things that he runs into his a porcupine that gets into his shelter and priks him. He also runs into a skunk that sprays him. “Stumbling and tripping, he scrambled into the water and slammed his head back and forth trying to wash his eyes” (130) So he builds a nice woven door for his cavern to keep things out. The next disaster that he runs into is that he his don gettin a drink when a moose comes and attacks him. The moose really hurts his ribs and he keeps moving on and gets back to the shelter. Then that same night a tornado comes and takes everything from him and puts him back at square one, with just his hatchet. However the tornado is what basically saves his life because he sees the plane tail and thinks about the survival kit on the inside. He tries and tries to get in and can’t until he bangs his hand off the plane and sees that he can get in by making a hole. He gets in and dives for the survival kit. This is where he almost doesn’t move on he sees the pilot down there only it is basically just a skeleton. He flips out because the fish have been eating him to and he has been eating the fish. He come back then goes back down for the survival kit. If he wouldn’t have gone back down and got it he would have never gotten the emergency transmitter that a local plane gets and comes gets
Then eventually the bird collapsed to the ground beneath the bleeding tree.
One day, during a storm, around fifty or more birds land outside Aza’s windowsill, chirping. Aza yells, “Fly away!” to the birds, but to no avail. As she starts to cough violently, a bright yellow bird flies into her mouth. Aza is starting to lose consciousness, her mind racing.
The wedge of sunshine that poured in through the tiny window on that fine August afternoon lifted the children's spirits. And a hopeful butterfly fluttered into the basement through Anna's open story as Joseph sat on the floor and read to Willy. He began by clearing his throat and then he revealed, "Far away on a warm hillside where wildflowers bloomed after summer rains there once lived a handsome black caterpillar named Max. All day long Max munched on wildflowers and grew stronger. As Max grew he watched beautiful butterflies flutter by, and he decided that he wanted to fly. So one day he ran off the end of a leaf and lifted all of his sixteen of legs. But he simply floated down and landed with a splat on his belly. Next he scampered to
duck, he wants to know where they go cause he doesn't know where to go himself. He
What really is going on? The author is clearly stating what happens in the life of a hummingbird all the way to death. It gives details of the death and why the death is occurring.
When we put the boat back in as we are driving down the bayou we see some duck swimming in the woods and we stop and pull up and tie off the boat and start walking to them. Well, as we are chasing them we jump some up but we don't shot. Well, when we find the ones we were chasing and we shot my dad hits one and it lays there and as we go to get it gets up and flies away. well we decided to go get the boat and the decoys and hunt there well on the way out my cousin gets the bright idea to try to climb over the log instead of going around it and I said ¨ have fun trying to get over that log¨ and he said ¨ I will.¨ When he gets to the top of the log and gets stood up he losses his balance and slips and falls as he is falling he drops his gun in the water and luckily it hits his legs and he catches it and when he gets up he looks like he is going to cry and then I bust out laughing and so does my dad then my cousin just starts laughing. When we got to the boat my dad said do you all want to hunt here or go were we normally do and we said were we normally do and he said ok. When we get there my cousin takes his waiters completely off and dumps the water out of them and puts the back on and when we get to our spot there ducks are everywhere. We end up going home with every body limited out which mean everybody kills their limit
“I was thinking about the lagoon...I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away too a zoo or something and they just flew away” (13).
The bird stops singing at once and then I’m aware of all that could happen to me… just me, I’m totally by my own now. I find myself, waiting for something really bad to happen; that feeling inside found its way out, yelling at me, saying that this is not my imagination, that something is actually wrong, I wonder what could it be. Seconds freeze, floating on the air, a moment seems to be a life time, how many lifetimes have I been here waiting? And what am I waiting for?
Once upon a time there was a hero named Dustin Pellerin and his job was to make people happy and unangry all the time. Everybody thanked him for it except one person. Captain Buttface and he made all the people angry and mad and sad, but Dustin would always make it alright. Now one day it was the perfect summer day and all the kids were having fun, but Captain Buttface was not having it. But Dustin pellerin was having fun and saw some kids crying and punching things this made Dustin very sad because he didn’t like any kids sad because he was a kid once. So he ask them what was wrong and they said captain Buttface made them upset. Dustin said “i'm sorry ill buy you an ice cream cone how about that”? The kids said “yes please” and Dustin said
“Ok.” We headed to the court to play some basketball. We played horse and one vs one. I always beat Outie and I knew if I lost I would never hear the end of it. I needed to score this possession or he won, I took the shot and I missed I lost by one. When we were on the way home he kept talking about how he beat me and how much better he is than me.
As he continued up the climb he saw a small bird, it was very colorful. It seemed to like his presence and flew around him. Jessie quickly became annoyed and suddenly swatted the bird. It fell lifelessly to the ground. This was something he had never done before, harm a peaceful creature, but he felt no sadness. He continued his climb. When he reached the top he looked out upon a beautiful sunrise and valley but he immediately started back for home. He had planning to do.
Long ago there was a duck that was 50 feet tall and he had a call so incredibly squeaky it made whole city-states cower at it’s terrifying shreik. ¨Aflaaak¨ cried the duck. This was no ordinary 50 ft duck. No, this one was unlike the rest, No, for this one particular 50 foot duck has the plans to offer a horrifying web of something he calls cerais that provides people with 9 eroś if they pay 1 ero for 6 months. Now at the beginning no one liked the idea of paying the price of access to get the 9 erós for there family once they die, so the duck was unhappy, and constantly trying to hire people to spread the word and trying to get people to sign the tontrac he made.
Ring, Ring.....hello. Hi can I speak to Huey. This is Huey, who am I speaking to? This is Tracey. What's up Tracey! What gowan? Huey replied in his Jamaican accent. Huey was back in Florida, and told me he was working on making his way back to NC to see me. Huey was a brother I met when I was down town purchasing incense from his brother's store in North Carolina. He had come to North Carolina from Florida. He was also another brother who was pushing weight. Late one night, I had received a call from this sista. She and Huey had been locked up in Greene County North Carolina. She said she had gotten my number out of his phone and explained everything that happened. Eventually Huey had contacted me. He asked me if I could