TYRANNOSAURUS REX–THE HUNTER

 

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NOTE: If anyone is interested, there’s a literary magazine, CQ INTERNATIONAL, that started a short story competition in the last issue. There’s going to be the second competition. The magazine is online and free. The entry for the competition is also free. The winner’s story is published in the next edition. The magazine is published in the UK, and the editor is Paul White. The link is as follows: http://shoutout.wix.com/so/5LGgR6hs

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–April 24th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/04/24/sunday-photo-fiction-april-24th-2016/

Genre: Prehistoric Fiction

Word Count: 4+198=202 Words

TYRANNOSAURUS REX–THE HUNTER by P.S. Joshi

The massive Tyrannosaurus hid in the tall growth, her mate nearby. They watched the unaware, ravenous Hadrosaurids munching on vegetation, their duck-like bills opening and closing on the tender plants. Back at the nest was a young rex, also dependent on a successful hunt.

Her mate moved first. He sprang forward. She followed. The terrified warning cry of the Hadrosaurids thundered–too late. Each rex grabbed a plant eater by the neck and wrestled them to the ground.  The herd took off and galloped across the plain, dependent on numbers and tremendous speed for safety.

The female ripped a huge mouthful from her kill’s bone and headed back to the nest. Her mate watched over the remainder as he gorged.

At the nest, she dropped a dripping mouthful near  the baby and started to eat. Following her example, he bit in, ripped a small piece off, and started to chew. He’d done this before.

She turned, left the baby, and ran back to the main kill. Her massive head lowered, she started to repeatedly rip the lukewarm flesh, her sharp, strong teeth grinding bone and meat into one mass. It slid down her throat to fill an empty stomach.

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RAGE OF ZEUS

 

Thunderbolt

Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my contribution for the week to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/06/08/mondays-finish-the-story-june-8th-2015/

I just want to add, my laptop was in the repair shop for several days, then I had to download “177” updates that had accumulated to be installed. It took part of the day and all through the night to install and update them. It became too late to send in a story last week, so I thought I’d wait for the new prompt.

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 3+14+150=167 Words

RAGE OF ZEUS by P.S. Joshi

Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it.

First, he sent a huge thunderbolt flashing through the evening sky. He aimed it directly at one of his other symbols, a monstrous oak on the edge of Olympus. It struck with devastating force, ripping the oak asunder. What remained caught fire. The blaze was seen for miles.

“That will show those stupid humans who is boss,” he thundered.

He raised his massive scepter causing another symbol, bulls, to stampede through farmers’ fields, breaking down fences.

A third symbol, mighty eagles, soared in flocks, then dived toward earth. People took shelter wherever they could duck inside.

Thunder was heard as Zeus shouted, “I have almost twenty children. Do they pay attention to me? No, they do not. I am a god. I am worshipped. Yet my own children defy me. It is the fault of their mothers.”

In his frustration, his giant tears cascaded to the ground below.

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WILD RIVER

 

Rafting

Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara Beacham. Every Monday, Barb supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. After the link, click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read the other stories.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/mondays-finish-the-story-march-23rd-2015/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 2+18-150=170

WILD RIVER by P.S. Joshi

When the team heard the dam explode, they knew they had limited time to make it to safety.

It began as a great day for the rafting exploration of the upper Gambeze River people’s new settlement. The government of Bangara had relocated them fifteen years ago when the dam project was begun. There had been threats and trouble from factions that objected to the project.

The explosion had been planned and they had to work fast as the water thundered toward them.

Each tightened his grip on his paddle. The rush of water picked up the large reinforced, rubber boat like a huge hand and hurled it forward. It just missed the river rocks. The current now propelled them along at tremendous speed.

Their only chance was to reach the fork in the river where the force of the water would be divided and the speed would decrease.

It should be just ahead. Finally, there it was. Each pushed his paddle to the left and it was done.

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