Dinosaurs - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The ground shakes with each step and the dinosaurs' breathing is loud and rasping. The stench of its breath is becoming thicker and the moisture exhaled from it's lungs makes the atmosphere like sitting in a cloud. It know's I'm here, that's why it's sniffing so hard, but I'm hidden in the shelter I built from fallen branches and it's baffled. I steel myself to peek through between the gaps in the branches I hastily pulled over the doorway in my rush for cover. I almost vomit. All I see is the rough green-brown skin, thick, leathery and dry passing by a mere foot away. I gasp involuntarily and its motion stops. We are both statues for a frozen second. Then it turns with a speed I have never seen before and my hide-out collapses on top of me. My flight or fight response is urging action but I make myself lie still in the tangle of twigs and leaves and just pray to God that the misfortune that brought me back through the eons had a greater purpose than making me a snack...
The dinosaurs swarm over the brow of the hill in a pack. They run rapidly in seemingly random directions at high speed but their general direction is forwards and toward my camp. They are bipedal, possibly Allosaurus, it's so hard to tell from this distance. I can't wait to be sure, I have to take action now. The only thing I can do is climb high up a tree, if I cower under the mud-packed branches there is no guarantee they won't just sniff me out. I sprint for the nearest bough that is low enough to reach and climb to the highest branch that still has enough girth to support my weight.
... a T-rex. It floats, corpse-like, but it can't be dead. To its mouth runs a shiny metal tube as thick as a car exhaust but gently arced to insert into the beast's mouth. I suck in sharp breath of the dust-less air, suddenly seeming so thick and step forwards for a better look.
Around the prehistoric beast's neck is a metal shackle and the same are fastened around both legs while his tiny arms are free. His skin is more like a fairy-tale dragon than any dinosaur I ever dreamt of, pinkish, purple, scaled. Yet in that mouth must be teeth more than a match the body armour I've always found so adequate. He isn't alone either, casting my eyes upward there are upwards of thirty tanks, the same iridescent green haze but perhaps half the size. I've never even daydreamed what a fetal dinosaur might look like, now I don't have to.
From this distance I suppose they could be anything, pale and twisting flesh in every orientation; but in my mind there is no doubt at all. The monitor to my right shows a rotating image of the behemoth before me and in my suspended disbelief I almost stumble over a pipe that snakes across the room, black with the girth of a sewer pipe and made of such small sections like some plastic exoskeleton. Before I can formulate any plan, any notion of what to do next, the closed eye snaps open. In those folds of thick skin, it is a tiny yellow orb, but with an intensity that washes me cold.
Three options: flight, fright or freeze. I freeze every time. A front row seat to my own thriller end. He blinks, squirms, backbone flexing, uncomfortable with the tube that is his life support. In this state he is no more threatening than a kitten waking from anaesthesia, but it can't last long. With one sideways flick that car -sized skull breaks the glass showering everything around with glass and saline - amniotic fluid for a monster. I can't tell what happens next, everything jumbles in my head: his nostrils flare, the shackles break and he walks...free...
Some as big as five elephants, ground shaking, roar reverberates through me to my bones, almighty thundering of feet, savage, majestic, brutal, swift, awesome, lumbering, nests of eggs, air alive with sounds, dinosaur tracks in the mud, huge flamboyant fern-like plants.
A mother brontosaurus grazes the thick, juicy vegetation of the swampy plain. Her calf stays close and stretches his neck upward, gazing at the orange sun setting on the horizon. A flock of pterosaurs swoop overhead and alight onto the giant ferns nearby. A pack of guanlong scuttle around the edge of the group looking for an easy target, snapping their razor sharp teeth and thick powerful jaws they spy the calf.
Ankylosaurs with heavy body armour, horn covered plates, tough leathery skin, soft belly.
Stegosaurus, colossal red spines from it's neck to the tip of it's tail, small head for the body size. Tyrannosaurus Rex, small arms, powerful muscular legs, runs along head down and tail outstretched for balance. Spinosaurus with a sail of skin protrudes from it's back. Theropod's sharp serrated meat eating teeth, rows of blade-like fangs, tear flesh from bones. Long necked sauropods, gentle giants, swallowing stones to grind up leaves, powerful muscles. Velociraptor, human sized, long legs, hunt in packs, sharp second toe claw to rip into prey. Corythosaurus with a duck bill, semi circular crest protruding from it's head, loud honking noises
Legs as thick as tree trunks, thick leathery skin on ginormous three toed feet, body covered in downy feathers, each step making the ground shake, a head bigger than me, teeth like rows of ebony daggers, small beady eye searching for me, surprisingly fast, agile, stench of raw flesh on it's humid breath, flaring nostrils, thrashing it's tail, hunting, ear-splitting roar like thunder booming right next to your ear drum.