Dinosaur Picture Books Novels & Stories

I ask her and she quickly regains her confidence. "I wanna tell you about dinosaurs, then we can play with them," she beams and grabs my hand. I stand up before she begins to take me to the table. She hands me the T-Rex, Ashlynn gets one with a long neck, and Lily takes one that has spikes on its back. "The T-Rex is the meanest dinosaur. He's like the king!" "What do I have?" Ashlynn asks. "That's a brachiosaurus, they eat plants and stuff. They didn't eat meat," Lily says. "Mines a stegosaurus and he eats plants too. His spikes are used to protect him."

They are probably having a swell time together or with the maid. *** “Uncle Stephen!!” The children scream in glee. “Hey, pupsss!” He embraces them and sucks in their scent of powdery lavender. “What are you two onto?” He smiles and peeks into the books. “Coloring.” Bernice says. The dinosaurs are lizard-looking with the mixture of colors, “This is amazing.” He chuckles. “I love the colors.” “But they don’t fit the dinosaur.” Stephen shakes his head in amusement. Bernice playfully hits him.

The dinosaur book had been on the kitchen table for three days. Nora noticed it on Sunday evening, when she was clearing away the dinner things. She moved it to the counter without thinking much of it. On Monday morning it was back on the table, open to a page on the Spinosaurus, Liam's spoon resting across it while he ate his cereal and read. "You've already read that one," she said. "I know." He didn't look up. "Caleb said Spinosaurus was probably a good swimmer. Because of the spine thing." He pointed at the ridge along the dinosaur's back without taking his eyes off the page. "It's for balance. In water."

“I don’t know. Daddy says they protect the city, but I don’t see how. They never do anything.” My finger stopped on a worn out book. The faded writing on the spine said Beasts Of The Wild. I pulled it out and flipped it open in the middle. There was a drawing of a yeti-looking creature called a yowg. The description gave details of height, size and hair colour. Dietary information and habitats were also included. I flicked through more pages and found more creatures, some of which I was familiar with. The names, at least. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t organised into alphabetical order, so I had to search a number of pages before I found what I was looking for: Mouse King.

Yes," Morgan replied in all seriousness. And he himself was not distracted from the picture and from the effort he puffed out his chubby cheeks. It's all tyrannosaurus. Don't you think he's ugly? I looked at my picture. The green marker ran out of steam, so I had to color in blue. And those little paws. Triceratops is another matter,” I said in a bass voice and took out a picture of a dinosaur that looked like a rhinoceros in a crown. No, he eats grass. I like the one who is the strongest and whom everyone fears. I want to be like that too.

“First thing. Dinosaur book?” “The one with the T-Rex facts,” Pascal said immediately. “Deal.” Pascal grinned, then hugged Nikolai again, quick and fierce, before sliding off Tiana’s lap. He looked between them, suddenly shy. “I’m gonna go put my backpack away,” he said. “And draw you another picture, Mummy. A whole family of dinosaurs.” Tiana’s throat tightened. “I can’t wait to see it, baby.” Pascal hesitated, then stepped forward and hugged her once more, gentler this time, careful of her legs. “Love you, Mummy.”

Building a stegosaurus with our son. “What’s this one?” Eli held up a piece with sharp ridges. “That’s a stegosaurus. See the plates on its back?” “Why does it have plates?” “For protection. And maybe to look cool.” Eli giggled. “Dinosaurs don’t care about looking cool.” “Everyone cares about looking cool, buddy. Even dinosaurs.” I turned back to the sink so they wouldn’t catch me watching too closely. But I couldn’t stop listening. By midmorning, the puzzle was forgotten and a book had taken its place. Damien read slowly, sounding out the world in a way that made Eli lean into his side, chin tilted up, eyes wide with the kind of attention only children give freely.

“Yes, ma’am.” As she moves toward the flat-screen across the room, I return to the suitcase, pulling out one of Liam’s sketchbooks. The cover is bent, the corners smudged with fingerprints, but inside? Dinosaurs. Rainbows. One drawing of a house with three stick figures: one tall, one medium, one small. He’d labeled them—Mommy, Liam, and Daddy Knoxx. I press the sketchbook to my chest and try not to cry. The TV clicks on.

the young woman explained. Olivia moved forward to take a closer look at one of the books displayed inside a showcase. It was an old book and it looked soiled. The cover of the book showed several small circles, each one depicting a form of metamorphosis. One of them particularly caught her attention. It showed a humanoid creature morphing step by step into something that looked like a phoenix. “One of these books might have an answer to where the dinosaurs actually came from,” Romos joked.

the young woman explained. Olivia moved forward to take a closer look at one of the books displayed inside a showcase. It was an old book and it looked soiled. The cover of the book showed several small circles, each one depicting a form of metamorphosis. One of them particularly caught her attention. It showed a humanoid creature morphing step by step into something that looked like a phoenix. “One of these books might have an answer to where the dinosaurs actually came from,” Romos joked.