Fun With Time and Space: Part 3 (aka Q is for Quetzalcoatlus)

Something like the Terro things, but about twenty times the size, drops out of the sky over us.  Its massive beak, which surely could have swallowed both of us whole, opens wide as it skims toward the water.  One of the Terro’s is caught off guard and with one sickening snap it’s done for.

The monster banks high and to the left, it circles and drops to the patchy grass in front of us.  It claps its jaws twice more, finishing off what I fear is just an appetizer.  It stops for a second, and then turns its attention to us.

“Wow, a Quetzalcoatlus!”

“So, we should be running now, right?”

The kid’s moment of awe quickly passes, “Oh.  Yeah.  We should.”

The monster, I’m not even going to try and pronounce this one, lets out a deep, harsh croak and starts coming towards us.  Its wings are folded and clawing at the ground as it gains speed.  A four legged bird isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve seen lately, but it’s up there.

I’m scrambling to get moving while dragging the kid along behind me.  The monster is gaining on us, I can hear that crazy beak clacking in anticipation, and then I feel the tip graze my arm.

“Holy sh…” There’s a flash and the familiar scent of ozone.  I open my eyes and the prehistoric menagerie is gone.


Fun With Time and Space: Part 2 (aka P is for Pterosaur)

“Or-nith-omimus.  Don’t worry, they’re not dangerous,” the kid says.  “They eat fruit and eggs and stuff.”

“How could that thing not be dangerous?  Wait, was that some kind of dinosaur?”

“Yes!  They’re sort of like Ostriches.”

“Only bigger.”


“Perfect.  You know Ostriches are really mean right?”

The kid doesn’t respond, he’s already freaking out again and pointing off in the distance.  “Look!  Look!”

I look up to see a small flock of some sort of flying animal coming our way.  As they get closer I notice the distinct lack of feathers, and the unmistakable presence of teeth.

“Pterosaurs!  I’d have to get a better look to know what species they are though,” the kid says.

“I’m ok with not figuring that out thank you very much.”

“It’s alright, they’re just small, look at em!”

One of the Terro things breaks away from the others and dives down towards a clump of reeds on the edge of the water.  It tags the reeds with its back legs, which scares up a swarm of flying insects.  When I say flying insects, of course I mean freaky Dragon Fly looking things as big as dinner plates.  The Terro things swoop back and forth, over and over, snatching the oversized bugs out of the air.

“That’s not right,” the kid says, “Cretaceous, Jurassic, and Carboniferous.  They’re all from different periods.”

“Listen kid, I don’t know where we are, but I get the feeling this isn’t a natural place.  Someone built this, for what reason I’m not sure I want to find out.”

Suddenly the sunless sky is eclipsed by something massive overhead.  I shield my eyes as a gust of wind nearly flattens us to the ground.


Fun With Time and Space: Part 1 (aka O is for Ornithomimus)

There’s a bright flash and the smell of ozone.  I try to take a good look around as my eyes adjust.  No seven foot Amazons with spears or rabid alien River Otters, so that’s nice.

The kid has his arms wrapped around my waist.  His death grip is starting to cut off circulation to my lower extremities.  “You ok?”  He looks up at me, wide eyes over top of his fogged up glasses, “Yeah, I think so.”

I turn back to our surroundings.   A wide body of water is off to our right.  Plenty of trees and large leafy plants are scattered behind us and to our left.  We’re right out in the open, standing in a field of scraggly grass mixed with sandy bare spots.  The sky is clear and blue, but there’s something not quite right about it.  It’s like a ceiling that’s been painted to look like the sky, but more hi-tech.  I scan the horizon and then it comes to me.  The thick border of tree line all around us confirms it.  We’re in some kind of enclosure.  I look back to the bright but sunless sky and I get the feeling it’s some sort of aviary, and it’s really big.

I’m working things through in my mind, but I’m distracted by an abuse to my olfactory senses.   “What the hell is that smell?”  A rustling to our left catches my attention.  Suddenly I’m face to face with this big freaking bird, staring me down with huge yellow eyes.  It’s about eight feet tall and covered in fine feathers, with its stunted wings stuck out from its sides.  I scream.  It may or may not sound like a young girl whose brother has just jumped out at her from a dark closet, but there’s no time to be embarrassed.  Plus it scared the creature enough for it run for cover.  I’m latched on to the kid like he was to me only a few moments ago.

“What the… That’s a… It’s… That was an Ornithomimus!  Cool!”

It takes me a minute to compose myself.  “Oritho what?”

99 Words #12 – Promises (aka N is for Never)

Never again you said.  You can’t make promises I said.

What is tomorrow going to bring?  There’s no way to know until it comes.  For us that usually wouldn’t be something to look forward to, but I thought things had changed.  They certainly aren’t the same.  Yet as I look in to your eyes and see the uncertainty and fear, I can’t help but feel we’ve been here before.

Never again you said.  But then here I am and there you are.  If we make it out of this alive, maybe never again should be more than a promise.


99 Words #11 -Try to Remember (aka M is for Memory)

There’s something you need to hear, before it’s too late.

It will start with a few lost moments.  You walk in to a room, but forget what for.  Maybe you keep misplacing your car keys.  Soon there are gaps in your day.  Chunks of your commute are gone.  Conversations with your best friend are forgotten.  It only gets worse from there.  You miss doctor’s appointments, and your mother’s birthday.  You think you’re losing your mind, but the worst is yet to come.  It all leads to… something.  It’s bad.  I don’t remember for some reason.

Why can’t I remember?

99 Words #10 – Is This the End? (aka L is for Luck)

I’ve always had it pretty good.  No golden touch or anything, but I’ve managed to avoid a lot of the bad stuff in life.  I don’t really ever get sick.  I’ve never been dumped.  I’ve never lost a loved one to a horrible disease.

Now I’m sitting here, at least one of my legs is broken, I can’t feel anything below my left elbow, and I can barely see through the warm blood dripping down in to my eyes.  I get the feeling, as the guttural snarling closes in around me, that my luck might finally have run out.


99 Words #9 – The Day It All Disappeared (aka K is for Keyboard)

My hands are twitchy.  I feel my cheeks flush.  I’m generally uncomfortable in my own skin.  I catch myself holding my breath.  I’m not sure what to do.

I shift in my chair, but I can’t divert my attention.  I keep staring at it.  It keeps staring at me.  I can hear it taunting me.

“Whatsa matter pumpkin?  All outta ideas?”

This shouldn’t be so hard.  But that doesn’t excuse the reality of the situation.  What once came so easily is now elusive.  And so I sit, anxious and uncertain.

The screen is still blank.  The keyboard is laughing.