Short Story Of The Duckling

One night a young girl named Lily Foster is left alone for the night in her very large country house, while her parents drove out of town for a party. This was fine with Lily especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, and her cell phone. Finally, her parents said, ‘’Be safe and don’t go outside.’’ Lily gave them a hug and said, ‘’Of course and have fun!’’ Once her parents drove off in their car, she made herself something to eat and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Ok son, we really need to talk, so stop playing with that duck and come over now!" he yells.

“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).

I was wondering if it would be frozen over when i got home, and if it was where did the ducks go. i was wondering 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 to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.” Pg 13)

She finally found the person that was crying, she didn’t know what kind creature he was. She was frightened to talk to him because of how big he was, when he heard her she froze and he grabbed her. His name was Charlie Stump, he has brown hair, green eyes, tall and slender but built. She had asked him why he was crying.

Rod Serling faced challenges from advertisers and censors like having to censor certain things so people wouldn’t get offended. When trying to write a story about how Emmett Till was brutally beaten and murdered for whistling at a white woman, he was forced to whittle down the story. Serling was usually forced to change/censor his topics. When the story was censored it more than often left any true story. Rod Serling chose to write about science fiction and write his own TV shows because he could write it on his own and avoid advertisers and censors. He often used his TV shows to show his anger and confusion to the audience and wrote cautionary and add morals to his tales. He did this because no one else would listen and he put those 9in his

I was chasing this beast for hours. I was chasing it away from town. Only because it had been eating all of our bread. We never seen such a beast. It was only as tall as our knees. For being so small it was very vicious. It had a mighty beak and feathers like a bird, yet it had webbed feet like a toad or a frog. It could swim in the water but it could also walk on land. It’s head was green, It had wings with a mixture of brown and white like caramel mixed with white chocolate, It’s feet were orange and it’s body was brown. I had finally lost track of this beautiful creature. I decided to name it duck. I named it duck because the word duce or diver which means to bend down low or to get under something. The duck eats by dipping its head underwater to get fish. I go to the pound every day to see the duck sitting there like a dead fish floating at the top of the water. I felt like it was a secret spy animal sent to watch the humans and to make sure the humans don’t mess

During the summer everything was perfect for the ducks. As the year went by it began to get colder and colder. The ducks didn’t know what to do. The food stopped growing and the ducks were starting to have to survive instead of thrive. As it started getting even colder the ponds and lakes began to freeze. Now the ducks were running out of food and water.

I 'm so damn absent-minded, I gave the driver my regular address, just out of habit and all--I mean I completely forgot I was going to shack up in a hotel for a couple of days and not go home till vacation started. I didn 't think of it till we were halfway through the park. Then I said, "Hey, do you mind turning around when you get a chance? I gave you the wrong address. I want to go back downtown." The driver was sort of a wise guy. "I can 't turn around here, Mac. This here 's a one-way. I 'll have to go all the way to Ninedieth Street now." I didn 't want to start an argument. "Okay," I said. Then I thought of something, all of a sudden. "Hey, listen," I said. "You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know, by any chance?" I realized it was only one chance in a million. He turned around and looked at me like I was a madman. "What 're ya

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.

“Do you ever just, shut up?” Tyler answered, still trained on the screen that lit up their faces and framed their outlines with shadows. Looking down, I didn’t say anything in response.

The Ducklings would go swimming everyday in a near by pond. The Ugly Duckling was also not the greatest at swimming in the pond. The Ugly Duckling wasn’t very good at anything. It’s not pretty, it can’t fly, and it can hardly swim. Sometimes the Ducklings would play with the ducklings next door. The Ugly Duckling would sit there and not socialize with any other Duckling.

Susan waited at the bus stop for her son Jason. It was the perfect weather for a school trip today. Sunny, but not too hot. Windy, but not too cold. As Jason stepped off the bus he exclaimed, “Mommy! Mommy! Guess my favorite animal at the zoo!” “A kangaroo?”, she replied. “Nope. I’ll give you a hint. It’s short, small, and it waddles.” “You liked the penguins the best?”, Susan asked. “No, silly. I liked the plu the best!”, said Jason. “A plu? Tell me about this ‘plu’ as we walk home.”

Kenli Cox is one of my best friends and lately she has been acting different. Something that is emotionally wrong with her and she avoiding all our friends, her grades are majorly dropping, and getting very tired all the time. Shes not wanting to just do anything like she did.

On a late spring morning, within the bamboo forest there’s a lake with crystal clear water. Today I stopped my the lake to grab a quick drink to quench my thirst. I was staring at the water and lost in my thoughts until a high pitched squeaky voice startled me, “Are you a hybrid of polar bear and a black bear?” I turn around and look down, I find myself face to face with an ugly creature, which I assume is the owner of the squeaky voice. Upon closer look I recognize the ugly creature as a petite mandarin duckling. Then he spoke again asking the exact same question with the identical annoying voice “Mr. Panda, are you a hybrid of polar bear and a black bear?” “No, I’m not.” I responded with a monotone voice. The duckling keeps staring at me for what seems like eternity. The silence combine with the staring is too much for me to handle, so I walk away from it.