THE SAVIOR OF THE DINOSAURS

Anzuis Wylieis awoke in his bed of leaves, blanketed by the trees shade. He stood up, checking his surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. The T. rexes guarding him 24/7 nodded in confirmation of his safety. As lord, his safety was valued the most, so he was guarded by the strongest and fiercest dinosaurs in the land. Yet he wasn’t one of those selfish and greedy lords: Anzuis was kind and valued everyone as an equal to him. And so he ate the food he was given and began his walk.

Anzuis looked into the sky, admiring the brilliant blue. He always made time in the day to do this. It was peaceful, just the way he liked. “No guards, just me,” he quietly rumbled to himself. Just then, in his peripheral vision, Anzuis could make out a tiny black ball very, very gradually becoming bigger. He thought for a moment. What could it be? And then it hit him like a slap on the face. “An asteroid!” he bellowed in alarm. Anzuis scurried away to inform his guards.

Anzuis was roaming the land, desperately looking for help. He had informed his guards and told them to evacuate every dinosaur to a more secure location. They said they would do their best and ran off. So Anzuis was looking for help to stop the asteroid. With every dinosaur he saw, he asked. But they all said no to his asking. Anzuis would’ve almost hit a tree if he hadn’t skidded to a stop because of what he saw. A tree was creaking and about to fall. Two young pachycephalosaurus’s were sitting under the tree, not realizing that the tree trunk had cracked and was falling. The father realized this and from his dome, a beam of light erupted and prevented the tree from crushing his children. Anzuis watched this whole scene occur. He needed the pachy to help stop the asteroid. Anzuis came up to him. “That was incredible what you did there!” The pachy stared at him with awe. “Anzuis came up to him. “That was incredible what you did there!” The pachy stared at him with awe. “You, Lord Anzuis, think I’m incredible? Thank you so mu- “. “Please, cut the chit-chat. Now, you see that thing in the sky?” Anzuis pointed to the asteroid. The pachy nodded. “Well, I need you to use your beam to stop it from killing us all.” The pachy responded,” Okay. But I must tell my children first.” He walked over to his children. “Go tell Mama that I’ll be gone for a little while, alright?” They chirped back their responses of yes. “Okay. Let’s go,” Anzuis said. And they ran off.

“Are you ready!?” Anzuis yelled over the noise of the asteroid. “Yes!” the pachy yelled back. And he released his beam.

The asteroid stopped in it’s place. The pachycephalosaurus gave one final, strong push, and the asteroid exploded in to a million pieces. The pachy was panting from the effort as Anzuis said,” Thank you so much!” He replied,” Well, I guess I can’t be modest for saving the world.” “Yeah… Hey, I never caught your name?” “It’s Pachycephalie.”

THE END

A Blank Page

When you don’t know what to write, you think, and think, and think. But the page stays blank. It’s as if your mind is hollow and nothing can make the tip of the pencil touch the white of the sheet. It’s when you keep telling yourself, I can’t do this!! that the stupid thoughts come and you’re writing word after word on the used-to-be-blank page. But it’s nothingness no more because the flesh and blood and bone of creativity are splattered onto the page. When you write until your brain hurts, you lift the tip of the pencil from the lead-smudged sheet and you look at your masterpiece, with no words left to put down. You think that you’re done and ready to struggle on the next sheet of paper, but then you realize you’re wrong. It’s just your rough draft