My mother has always been deathly afraid of frogs. Since I can remember, the slimy amphibians have been the center of many of her “near death experiences”, such as the time one of them settled near her ashtray and threatened to murder everyone she holds close.
There are two types of fear. Rational ones and irrational ones - or, in simplistic terms, fears that are practical and fears that are not. For example, it is perfectly reasonable to be afraid of axe murderers because they are pursuing a rather impolite hobby. But, if you're afraid of oranges, that would be an irrational fear, because oranges are an ideal fruit that helps with common colds and gives immense satisfaction to whoever peels it. If your fear is of a particularly sinister looking piranha, that is perfectly rational, because piranhas enjoy eating whatever they can get their grubby fins on. Frogs, as I'm sure you know, are very adorable creatures that should be appreciated by everyone. Aside from poisoning their enemies upon consumption, there is no true evil the little critters can do.
“This is so freaking stupid,” he thought to himself. He glanced at the clock, 11:45. The bell was bound to go off any second now. In his seat he sat squirming, ready for lunch, where he would finally get to see her. His heart started to beat slightly faster at the thought, her beautiful, long blonde hair, her oceanic blue eyes, her body was perfect. Some people poked fun at her since she was a little overweight but I didn't care, she looked great to me, and on top of all this her personally was amazing. She was goofy and kind and had the perfect amount of spunk. She wasn't in the popular group but she was popular to me. He was felt as if he was too in ‘love’ with her. They socialized in school but weren't really friends.
One gloomy dreary day as Pablo dragged his wretched torn up old Converses as the tears drip down his face in long streams and he clenches his fist down the lonesome hallway. His steps are off beat and his breath reeks of liquor as his eyes looked glazed over like fogged glass. He then picks up a metal pole and begins to swing thinking back to what his father said as the words play over and over in his head, “ Why the hell can't you just do what i ask? You're ruining your future! Smoking, drinking, and expecting me to accept that I expect you to have straight A+’s not A’s! I’m so ashamed to call you my son.”
Alice is a young girl on her last year of high school. She has a good life but there are things that she don’t know about her family. There are murders @ll over town and Alice is being framed and accused of these murders. Somehow there connected to the secrets of her family. Can Alice figure out what those secrets are before she gets in more trouble?
The little girls blonde hair flowed in the wind as she began to start her swing. But before she swung she glanced over to her little sister, thinking “this is for you Rosie”. Her knees bent, her arms pulled back and she exploded. The ball flew for what almost felt like hours, but in all reality it was probably 20 seconds. She ran and ran around the bases so fast that before she knew it she was already to the dugout. Everyone was cheering, cars were honking and her team was patting her on the helmet. She had just won the game. A couple years later that same little girl was there but in a teenager’s body. Her long blonde hair flowed in the wind as she began to swing. She bent her knees waiting for the pitch. As it came she gripped the bat tighter and gave a furious smirk at the pitcher. But it didn’t feel right to her, it was as if something was wrong. It was like she knew something was gonna happen.
Autumn’s first day at her new school was going great. She could finally forget about her past and no one would bug her about it. That is until she recognized someone from her old school. A girl named Peyton was sitting there talking to all her friends. Autumn quickly turned away so that they wouldn’t have direct eye contact. Autumn looked around the room for an empty chair in the back. She put all of her hair in front of her face and walked quickly down the rows of chair. Thankfully everyone was minding their own business and didn’t look. But that didn’t matter because when the teacher started talking he introduced her.
“Everyone this is Autumn Smith, she is new here from Tampa Florida. Everyone looked back at Autumn and all she could remember was the look on Peyton’s face. It destroyed her inside.
“Mommy, it’s sprinkling!” A child cried joyfully from a nearby park bench. I looked up, feeling it hit my face gently. I let out a small laugh, watching the other people around me celebrate. “We’ve waited so long for this,” Leo spoke softly, without even looking at him I could hear him smile. “I guess the drought is over,” He paused for a second, looking back up the the cloudy sky. “Well, that is if this rain picks up and stays for a little while.” I nodded, watching the child jump off the bench into a small, newly formed puddle. I watched a sleek black jet speed through the sky. Military must be testing today, maybe it’s a good day for everyone then. I thought and I felt a slight smile tugging at the edges of my lips. “Time for work then. Let’s hope we make progress today.” Thinking of work put me in a slightly worse mood, but I tried my best not to show it.
My name is Clark Klyde. I was at school waiting for my mom to pick me up because I was kicked off of the bus for slapping the bus driver in the face. That’s when I saw this guy, he looked like he was in his mid 40’s and had a really weird vibe to him. So I thought the more I sit there the more I get creeped out, so I started to walk on the sidewalk. I was walking at a pretty fast pace until I saw the park and I thought let's go sit on the swings and wait for my mom to come. But that was until I heard the honk of a car come from behind me. I turned around, it was the creepy old guy. So I started running to the park, ‘cause in my mind he wasn’t going to kidnap me in a park full of people.
On one early morning Carlos and joe are on the boat before sunrise and they in there way to the spot. "This spot is known for their hooded mergansers," Joe says to carlos.
"Sweet" Carlos replies. So when they get to their spot joe gets out and puts all the decoys out and gets them ready for when it's sunrise. Joe gets in the boat and get everything ready in the boat. He needed to make sure that he has everything for this hunt or if he doesn't he thinks negative the whole time hunting. "Ok, I got my beer, gun, decoys, calls,and shotgun shells."joe says. "I should be alright don't think I'm forgetting anything. "
This place is also known for have lots of bald eagles. Then you have these two drunk rednecks trying to duck hunt. So they got to duck and 3 boxes of shells gone in the first hour. Then they got two more coming in. Joe yells,"get down"
Bill was just an ordinary duck. But unlike most ordinary ducks, a group of scientists took Bill from his home pond in order to perform experiments on him. After years of suffering, the experiments started to take effect on Bill. See, the scientists combined the preserved genes of some of the greatest minds to ever live on Earth, such as Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Leonardo da Vinci, and 2,000 Rick and Morty viewers, and injected them into this duck. Rather than becoming highly intelligent, the duck garnered a disease more deadly than any other known on the planet. The scientists locked the duck in a cage and brought it to an underground bunker of which no disease can escape, shortly thereafter dying because of how deadly the disease was.