Creative Writing: The Fossilized Story of Mr. AllosaurusAs the mud starts to surround me I am no longer able to breathe. Icatch my last gasp of air and feel a few last raindrops fall on my head. I saygoodbye to my Earth and my land.
My mouth and lungs fill with mud that travelsthroughout my system. I am blinded by the wet black soil that has beendownpoured on so hard that it has become deadly. I am frightened. Slowly inchby 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 struggleand fight to survive, but the downcoming mud has to great of a force.Order now
I feelthe mud take the place of my heart, and I die. I feel dazed and confused. Ialways thought I would die of starvation, not from actually trying to catch myprey. For thousands of years I have lived underground. I have become apetrified fossil.
All the flesh and skin has either rotted away, or was eatenby bugs and other things underground. All that remains of me are my bones. Ibecame petrified, because when I was burried under the ground all those yearsthe groundwater dissolved all my bones. They were then replaced, a molecule ata time, by the minerals in the water. This long process involved all thesetingly 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 nameis Mr. Wolly Mammoth. Wolly died because of a volcanic eruption, and wastrapped in the burning lava. He’s my best buddy and I was so glad he decided tocome join me. We always talk about what we think goes on above us. Sometimesthe Earth rumbles in a strange vibration.
Wolly and I call these vibrationsEarth shakes. 100,000 years later and my friend Wolly has left me. He was dug up andcarried 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” killedthem and buried them. One night me and Wolly were talking about these humanscoming a digging us up one day and putting us in their museums.
It was ourdream and today Wolly’s dream came true. I heard that the humans were comingback tomorrow to dig some more. I hope my dream will also be fullfilled. It is my lucky day! In the words of Pinnochio “dreams really do cometrue. ” I heard that one from the fossil of the whale that ate Pinnochio. I wasput in The Museum Of Science And Industry in Illinois.
And guess what, Wollywas there, too. We were hung from the ceiling by wires, so we went fall, foreveryone to see. I just love being a fossil!