A book filled with short stories and poems revolving around prehistoric creatures, primarily dinosaurs. Some chapters involve graphic scenery and disturbing topics. This is just something for me to dump all my loose ideas and other stuff I don't hav...
Slight wind in the bushes, and the afternoon avians do their common calls. That's all what a juvenile carnotaurus heard while searching for his next meal. With Spring arriving early, food for him must come easy as he has his snout down smelling his prey in the bushy plains. It wasn't long till he discovered a burrow, possibly belonging to a small lizard or mammal. Eagerly, the carnotaurus uses his feet to expose the canal of the burrow and blows rhythmically, hoping to flush the prey out of its home.
A few minutes of digging and blowing, a little furry mammal pops out at another burrow and runs for it. The carnotaurus darts his eyes on his target and sprints towards the mammal. His powerful yet nimble legs allows him to catch up to his prey's head start.
The young carnotaurus keeps his head low as he pushes for as much momentum. He boosts to the side and spots the furry critter in the dense bush. The carnotaurus makes a calculated dive and successfully clamps his jaws on his squeaking prey, killing it effortlessly.
He recovers himself by taking his head out of the bush. Feeling triumphant about his hard work paying off, he rests on a patch of soft dirt to enjoy his prize.
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Days like these were the ordinary of any living being: resting, searching, eating, nurturing, rinse repeat. None fall off this universal routine, continuing the cycle of the environment that suits them. No matter the changes of the circumstances, all life's goal is to survive and continue their lineage.
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What was once a beating soul of fur is now simple fuel for the growing carnotaurus as he finished his meal with one big gulp. Despite the mammal not being able to sustain him too long he chooses to bask in the sun with his head sunk in and eyes closed.
This light spa ends early however, as the sun is drowned by the heavy grey clouds and the birds stop singing. The carnotaurus tilts his head sideways, staring curiously into the sky. He hears a slight whistle caused by the wind as it shifts in a rather ominous way.
Slightly confused, the carnotaurus gets up and investigates further. The wind seems to direct on a tall hill, where the clouds are stacking up in mass on the hill's center.
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Disturbed, the carnotaurus thinks it's best to avoid the land he is on, when out of nowhere a giant light appears, piercing the clouds. Carnotaurus gazes with amazement, but before he could react, the light turns into a beam, violently impacting the hill and creating a head shattering noise.
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Frightened, the horned carnivore bellows in pain and tries to run for cover, but his body stopped. His eyes clouded, his hearing stuffed, his throat tightening. He has an overpowering urge to vomit his prey he recently caught. Without hesitation he opened his mouth and a gush of blood stained the floor. His eyes were useless as it too gets damaged and blood oozing out. His hearing canals drowned in his fluids as it seeps out on the sides of his head.
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The poor creature laying down in his pool of blood as he is overwhelmed, and with each breath he hopelessly continues to vomit. His vessel started to rip from the immense pressure his body is creating, gasping, squeaking pitifully on the floor before eventually passing out.
