Old Dinosaur Book Novels & Stories

He continues to scan the pages, then turns the book on its side to look at a diagram. His eyebrows draw together as he tries to make sense of what he is looking at, then, "Hold on, it's saying here.... sen-oh-zo-ik era, sixty million years ago.... pal-ee-oh-zo-ik.... five hundred million years...." Brett gives her an angry look. "Is this the sort of thing that old man is giving you?" he demands. "A young girl reading this kind of thing?" Jenny's mouth drops open at his reaction. "What's wrong with it? It's a science book. About geology."

“Can’t wait to see it. So, what do you say I help you stock up? You’ll need supplies for all that serious art.” He guided me to an aisle filled with drawing books, pencils, and every crayon color I could imagine. I picked out a big sketchbook with blank pages, perfect for my next dragon masterpiece. Uncle Liam even helped me choose crayons and pencils, ones in colors like “sunset orange” and “mermaid teal.” Once I had my art supplies, we found Rhett’s favorite section—books about dinosaurs. His face lit up as he ran his fingers over the covers, picking out a thick book filled with dinosaur pictures and facts, plus a few comic books about a dino superhero.

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.

“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.

"No. More book. Elephant book." "We already read the elephant book. Twice." She considered this. "Cat book?" "We read the cat book too." "Bella pick." She climbed off my lap, went to her bookshelf, returned with a book about dinosaurs we'd never read before. "This one?" I asked. "Bella pick. Dino book." We read the dinosaur book. She listened intently, pointed at each dinosaur, attempted to pronounce their names. "T-Rex," I said. "Rex," she repeated clearly.

Almost bedtime. As I step out of my office, I hear giggles from the living room. When I turn the corner, I find Collin sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by dinosaur figurines, his T-Rex plush clutched in one hand. His face lights up the second he sees me. “Daddy! Come look!” He waves me over excitedly, pointing at the Jurassic World book spread open in front of him. “Did you know the Brachiosaurus was as big as a house?”

"They're directions." She rearranged another paper. "No." She muttered as she rearranged another sheet on the floor. "They're orientation points." She looked at the Tyrannosaurus. Then the Triceratops. Then the Stegosaurus. North. South. East. West. Her eyes widened. "The species..." She started but froze and let out a soft, quiet and disbelieving laugh. She shook her head. “No. No way.” Althea reached toward Nicholas' bookshelf and removed the children's dinosaur encyclopedia. She quickly flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning.

Oliver pointed to another. “That one has dinosaurs.” Thomas nodded thoughtfully. “I have always believed dinosaurs improve almost everything.” Margaret laughed. “I was wondering how long it would take before you said something like that.” “It has been a difficult morning.” Nova entered just as Daniel was examining another bookmark. “What happened?” Daniel looked up. “You need to see this.” Within moments she was reading through the collection with growing amazement. “They made these themselves.” “They did.” “For us.” She turned one over carefully. On the back, a small handwritten message read:

Colt sat beside her, occasionally interjecting with additional details about the dinosaurs. "And then we went to the fossil room," Emory said, gesturing dramatically. "It's a whole room just for fossils. My daddy has a real dinosaur bone. A real one. Millions of years old." "Millions!" someone gasped. "Billions!" another child shouted. "Not billions," Colt corrected. "Dinosaurs lived millions of years ago. Billions would be before there was life on Earth." Everyone stared at Colt. He shrugged. "It's science."

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.