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 been downpoured 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 downcoming 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 at a 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. 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...
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