Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Flamingo Short Story
The Life of a Flamingo
by Chance Lindenberg
There once was a flamingo named French Fry. He had the brightest feathers, the longest nose, and the longest legs. Everyone called him Fry for short. Fry tried to join a group of flamingos that were feeding. But he could not fit in, literally he was too big. So instead of trying to fit in, he stood at the tallest point to block the hot summer light. All the others yelled and hollered insults at Fry, but that did not move him. So everyone left.
Fry immediately ran to the small lake and scarfed down all the shrimp he could get until something started pulling him towards the group that was slowly making there way to the next closest lake. He knew that it was his flamingo instinct telling him to go back to the group that was now nearly one hundred feet from the next lake. All the flamingos had; it you were born with it. He thought and thought...
Then all of a sudden two giant doves jumped on his neck. The doves were named Big Mac and Mcnugget. Big Mac was Fry's old friend from the zoo where he used to live. Mcnugget was new; he had never met him. All Fry could look at was the giant chicken nugget he was carrying. Mcnugget explained they were flying south for the winter and was he holding the nugget, which he had found on the way, for warmth until they got out of the area. Big Mac corrected him and said that Mcnugget was insane and they were going to a nearby lake. Then they flew off.
As Fry went down for one more shrimp he thought to himself,''it's not even close to winter yet.'' suddenly something grabbed his nose, pulled his head down into the mud and Fry drowned instantly.
by Chance Lindenberg
There once was a flamingo named French Fry. He had the brightest feathers, the longest nose, and the longest legs. Everyone called him Fry for short. Fry tried to join a group of flamingos that were feeding. But he could not fit in, literally he was too big. So instead of trying to fit in, he stood at the tallest point to block the hot summer light. All the others yelled and hollered insults at Fry, but that did not move him. So everyone left.
Fry immediately ran to the small lake and scarfed down all the shrimp he could get until something started pulling him towards the group that was slowly making there way to the next closest lake. He knew that it was his flamingo instinct telling him to go back to the group that was now nearly one hundred feet from the next lake. All the flamingos had; it you were born with it. He thought and thought...
Then all of a sudden two giant doves jumped on his neck. The doves were named Big Mac and Mcnugget. Big Mac was Fry's old friend from the zoo where he used to live. Mcnugget was new; he had never met him. All Fry could look at was the giant chicken nugget he was carrying. Mcnugget explained they were flying south for the winter and was he holding the nugget, which he had found on the way, for warmth until they got out of the area. Big Mac corrected him and said that Mcnugget was insane and they were going to a nearby lake. Then they flew off.
As Fry went down for one more shrimp he thought to himself,''it's not even close to winter yet.'' suddenly something grabbed his nose, pulled his head down into the mud and Fry drowned instantly.
Why Suicide?
Why Suicide?
by Chance Lindenberg
Suicide-The act of taking one's own life.
Killing yourself is just like dieing but with you own hands.
Why would you do something so cruel to yourself, so unthinkable, so unpredictable? Think about how others would feel about the loss of your life. They may think, jeez they must have been depressed, or be in serious trouble. But mainly they'll wonder why.
If you are a victim of suicidal thoughts, you may be a victim of the following ideas:I feel like killing myself, I don't know haw much longer I can take this, or even I've been saving my pills. If you are a victim of any of these thoughts you may also feel depressed, unwanted can't get away from a problem, or you've been victimized by another person. There's always another path.
Don't make up your mind with, ''I'm going to kill myself.'' Think about what you would miss out on if you did take that path. You would miss out on the ability to drive, have serious relationships, the ability to be a mother or father,to grow up, the ability to drink, smoke, or even watch R-rated movies.
If you need help, there's the suicide hotlines were you can talk to people about you problems. You can talk to a consoler, or maybe your parents. Just tell someone and you will feel a lot better about yourself.
God didn't put you on this earth to give yourself away when you feel bad. But if you feel so bad you are determined to kill yourself, don't!!! Yell, scream, cry what ever it takes just don't kill yourself. Trust me it works; I know.
These are all the reasons not to commit suicide. Suicide is bad don't commit it!!!!
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