Being vertically challenged, the Stegosaurus always received jealous, icy stares whenever limbo music played. The anger was immediate from the other gangly dinosaurs. Any prehistoric disco dance became a cauldron for sweaty ego and unresolved envy.
Often conflict would ensue until the Diplodocus enacted its customary diplomacy. Disco demanded dignity.
Linda Nathaniel is a teacher and playwright who has had poems published in both Hemispheres.
Olive the Ornithomimosaur was hurt, humiliated! A social outcast! She knew it wasn’t normal. She knew her friends would laugh.
Her mother had forbidden her to touch it. Olive would show her.
Olive stretched her tiny arms to her chin and yanked, and just like that, the feather was gone.
Catherine Sevenhuysen is an aspiring actor from Nanaimo, BC, and a proud Auntie to Calvin and Victor.
“So you say you gave birth to a… dinosaur.”
“And that’s him, there? He looks quite normal to me.”
“He’s a dinosaur, really!”
“Well, if he is a dinosaur, when I place my finger in his mouth he should—HE BIT MY HAND OFF!!”
“I told you so.”
This was story was based on a title suggested by @Keab42.
Calvin the little dinosaur went looking for Adventure.
He saw Stully the old Stegasaurus. “Do you know where I can find Adventure?” asked Calvin.
“Pshaw!” said Stully. “I used to eat Adventure for breakfast every morning! But now there’s a drought.”
“Oh,” said Calvin. “Thank you.” He kept searching anyways.
I found that out for certain the day I met a Tyrannosaurus X.
He had weak eyes, massive jaws, and stubby little arms.
He was cold-blooded. Scaly-skinned. Exclusively carnivorous.
I was intrigued. I asked for a blood sample. He roared.
He was the missing link, the old fossil.
This story was based on a title suggested by @Tally_LRR.