Creative Writing: The Fossilized Story of Mr. Allosaurus As the mud starts to surround me I am no longer able to breathe. I catch my last gasp of air and feel a few last raindrops fall on my head. I say goodbye to my Earth and my land. My mouth and lungs fill with mud that travels throughout my system. I am blinded by the wet black soil that has on so hard that it has become deadly.
I am frightened. Slowly inch by inch I sink farther and deeper in the mud. My life will come to an end soon, and I, the last remaining creature of my kind, will become extinct. I struggle and fight to survive, but the down coming mud has to great of a force. I feel the mud take the place of my heart, and I die.
I feel dazed and confused. I always thought I would die of starvation, not from actually trying to catch my prey. For thousands of years I have lived underground. I have become a petrified fossil.
All the flesh and skin has either rotted away, or was eaten by bugs and other things underground. All that remains of me are my bones. I became petrified, because when I was buried under the ground all those years the groundwater dissolved all my bones. They were then replaced, a molecule ata time, by the minerals in the water. This long process involved all these tingly sensations.
I felt odd for the longest time, but now I’m a new me! About 900 years ago I received company from someone up above. His name is Mr. Wolly Mammoth. Wolly died because of a volcanic eruption, and was trapped in the burning lava. He’s my best buddy and I was so glad he decided to come join me.
The Essay on Death Penalty One Years Feel
One of the things I have heard is that the death penalty is cruel and unusual punishment. What about the victims families What about the loss of a loved one What about daddy not coming home again to tuck his babies into bed at night or mommy being there when the child falls and scrapes a knee To hell with the criminal. Murder is a cruel and unusual punishment to the victim. Criminals executed do ...
We always talk about what we think goes on above us. Sometimes the Earth rumbles in a strange vibration. Wolly and I call these vibrations Earth shakes. 100, 000 years later and my friend Wolly has left me.
He was dug up and carried away by these ‘humans.’ I guess this is what these creatures are called. I’ve heard echoes in the ground from younger fossils that the ‘humans’ killed them and buried them. One night me and Wolly were talking about these humans coming a digging us up one day and putting us in their museums. It was our dream and today Wolly’s dream came true. I heard that the humans were coming back tomorrow to dig some more. I hope my dream will also be full filled.
It is my lucky day! In the words of Pinnochio ‘dreams really do come true.’ I heard that one from the fossil of the whale that ate Pinnochio. I was put in The Museum Of Science And Industry in Illinois. And guess what, Wolly was there, too. We were hung from the ceiling by wires, so we went fall, for everyone to see. I just love being a fossil!.
