Cold

Yet, that had been many months ago. Now she was completely alone within the dim and darkening lands - the only sentinel for the last of her children. However, even now, she was failing in that task. There had been seven at one time - warm and filled with the promise of new life. Yet, after the light had come and turned the sky and rain black, she had steadily begun to feel that warmth slip away from each of her unborn children - vanishing one by one. Now, only one of her eggs still clung to its fragile life, surounded by brothers and sisters that would never hatch. It pained her as only a mother such as she could be injured by grief and shame. There was nothing she'd been able to do to protect them. Nothing for her to fight or drive away, else she would have surely saved them. She felt how empty they were, but could not bear to remove them. They were cold, but they were hers. They were her reminder that the last of her children must survive to take his first breath beyond the small shell that cradled his sleeping form.

Thus she waited, her massive form encircling the embankments of the nest as she rested her broad chin ever-so-gently upon the last of her clutch. She could feel his small heart beating, hear his every subtle movement, and in so doing she knew: her unborn son was strong. He must survive, no matter the cost. It was this pervasive and singular thought that prevented her from moving even now depsite the terrible hunger that gnawed at her relentlessly. She would see the last of her children come into this cold world, even if that moment was the last she would ever have.

Thank you so much, guys! You really know how to make a girl blush! I just wanted to give you something neat to read since you've done so for me for such a long time. I'm glad you found this compelling. :) Hearing that you like this little piece is high praise indeed! Especially since it comes from individuals I hold in high regard. :)

This is an example of a really well done First person view from a dinosaur...

 

Good job, That was really good. 

 

Its nice to see different writing styles and ways of thinking appear on JW.

Is this writing or is this writing?!

Words are unable to describe the quality of your writing here!

Keep 'em coming, this quality of writing is border-line addictive!!  haha

Thank you all so very much! I appreciate the positive feedback for that piece. I'll be certain to provide another in the future. :)

EVAN123 - You've got it. I'll see what I can do. :)

Bravo! Bravo!

:')

(i have shed a tear)