The brontosaurus in my living room had eyes that glittered, like...like... glitter. Maybe you've never had a dinosaur that you love with all your being, but I have. And one day, I went into the living room to pat his ginormus brontosaurus head and he was gone and so were all of the muffins.
As soon as I posted this I began to think of different connotations for the word "dinosaur"...
Theodore, in bed next to his former psychology professor, caressed the stretchmarks that spoke of experience, ran his hand over the pale, un-athletic body that signified a vibrant mind, and generally admired all the sags and bags that contrasted so well with his own smooth, twenty-year old skin. She asked, “Does this mean we’re going steady?” and he chuckled. He loved her, but she was such a dinosaur!
Brutus the Bronto looked down on the world below him. He saw all the little dinos running around, oh how he loved all the lil dinos, life was truly great. Then they all died.
It was Christmas break and her father had custody for the first time since her parents had divorced; she lay on a thin worn-out twin mattress in her ill-lit basement. She would roll as far as the straps across her chest would allow – inching the flowered nightgown below her hips – making her wrists raw from the rope which bound them. Sometimes afterwards he would sit in the corner – eating an apple – while he read children’s books about dinosaurs to her.
Not sure if this three sentence story makes sense, it's a bit less creepy...
"Amber"
The Dinosaur went missing over 24 hours ago, when Stevie was down the street buying superman ice cream from one of the ice cream men. He hadn’t seen come or go. Where the toy dinosaur had been, only his sister’s shoe lay.
"It is better to fail in originality then to succeed in imitation." -- Herman Melville
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by frost." -J.R.R. Tolkien (The Fellowship of the Ring)
"The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it." - Terry Pratchett (Diggers)
The brontosaurus in my living room had eyes that glittered, like...like... glitter. Maybe you've never had a dinosaur that you love with all your being, but I have. And one day, I went into the living room to pat his ginormus brontosaurus head and he was gone and so were all of the muffins.
ReplyDeleteLove it, Jess!
ReplyDeleteAs soon as I posted this I began to think of different connotations for the word "dinosaur"...
Theodore, in bed next to his former psychology professor, caressed the stretchmarks that spoke of experience, ran his hand over the pale, un-athletic body that signified a vibrant mind, and generally admired all the sags and bags that contrasted so well with his own smooth, twenty-year old skin. She asked, “Does this mean we’re going steady?” and he chuckled. He loved her, but she was such a dinosaur!
Brutus the Bronto looked down on the world below him. He saw all the little dinos running around, oh how he loved all the lil dinos, life was truly great. Then they all died.
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ReplyDeleteIt was Christmas break and her father had custody for the first time since her parents had divorced; she lay on a thin worn-out twin mattress in her ill-lit basement. She would roll as far as the straps across her chest would allow – inching the flowered nightgown below her hips – making her wrists raw from the rope which bound them. Sometimes afterwards he would sit in the corner – eating an apple – while he read children’s books about dinosaurs to her.
Not sure if this three sentence story makes sense, it's a bit less creepy...
"Amber"
The Dinosaur went missing over 24 hours ago, when Stevie was down the street buying superman ice cream from one of the ice cream men. He hadn’t seen come or go. Where the toy dinosaur had been, only his sister’s shoe lay.