Creative Writing: The Fossilized Story of Mr. Allosaurus
As the mud surrounds me, I am unable to breathe. I gasp for air and feel the 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 been downpoured so hard that it has become deadly. I am frightened. Slowly inch by inch, I sink farther and deeper into 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 incoming mud is too great a force.
I feel the mud replacing my heart, and I am dying. 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 have either rotted away or were 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, molecule by molecule, by the minerals in the water. This long process involved all these tingling 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. 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, 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 and buried. One night, Wolly and I were talking about these humans coming and 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 fulfilled. It is my lucky day! In the words of Pinocchio, Dreams really do come true.” I heard that one from the fossil of the whale that ate Pinocchio. I was put in The Museum of Science and Industry in Illinois.
Guess what? Wolly was there too! We were hung from the ceiling by wires for everyone to see. I just love being a fossil!