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Lord of the Caves Part 6

The T-Rex buck halted, leaning back on its tree-like hind legs, mouth open wide.

Oh-see-rah’s arm went limp and his heart thundered as he slowly backed toward the cave’s mouth. Though the doe stared at him, she moved not a muscle.

The buck was closest and was trembling—afraid of the flaming spear. Oh-see-rah wished he could light this spear. He wanted to smile, but that might enrage the beast, so he continued backing up. Living through this night was a sweet prospect.

Oh-see-rah’s calf bumped into a paling stake. Slowly working his leg around the sharp point, he kept his spear ready in case either beast gave into their urges and attacked.

Once on the safe side of the paling stakes, he turned around and tiptoed into the cave, tossing a few sticks onto the front cave fire to make sure the T-Rexes saw it and wouldn’t try to break into the cave.

Ee-shee-nah was watching. “If they’re stalking you at sundown, it’s going to be a long night.”

He dropped his spear onto his sleeping fur. “A long night without being able to find food.”

She shrugged. “I have a few things stored. We’ll be all right tonight.”

He added sticks to the inside fire and hugged his four offspring. If one of the T-Rexes got him, his offspring would surely perish.

Ee-she-na fixed their sundown meal: a porridge of blackberries, walnuts, and chopped roots. Though he liked his meat, this was tasty.

Then he checked the outside. The blessed darkness had returned. T-Rexes hated the night—they couldn’t find prey and were subject to attack from men and beasts who could see well in the dark.

He gathered his throwing spear and other gear.

“Is it wise to leave the cave?” Ee-shee-na asked.

“Only fools perish from hunger.”

She eyed him without replying.

He kissed her cheek. “I will be careful.”

She smiled.

He lit a torch, grabbed what he needed, tiptoed to the paling stakes, and halted. The night was as dark as an unlit cave—Lady Moon must’ve fled into the clouds. He listened—the calls of winged beasts filled the air—they would not be about if T-Rexes were nearby. Just to be sure, he sniffed—just the night fog, but it masked most smells. It also meant the many beasts out about could not find his odor and hunt him.

He stepped out of cave and halted again, his shoulders rubbing against the mountain’s rock side. Nothing so far. Though he hankered for a fat hare, he stood no chance of finding one, let alone bagging it. The creek was not far, and he could fish without the use of his eyes.

He missed the dusk with other men and women hunting and gathering food and firewood. Whispering to each other. Though he hadn’t spotted other torches, he didn’t blame them. They likely were in their caves, bellies full, warming beside a fire, telling stories, being with their mates and families.

His torchlight frightened a squirrel that skittered from tree to tree in a circle around him. Though a roasted squirrel would do nicely, he didn’t care to have the night swallow his spear.

He heard the gurgle of the rocky creek long before he reached it, his torch barely shining on the slow flowing water. A deer coming for a drink would’ve made a nice catch, but the torch likely scared them off.

Sticking the torch into the ground behind him to frighten attackers, he stuck both hands in the chilly waters and noodled for a while, his fingers grappling around a whiskered-fish. He yanked it out of the water. Though it wriggled and fought back, he crammed it into his bag and noodled again.

His hands hurt from the icy water, but he needed food for his family. Leaning forward, he shoved his hands deeper into the murky waters.

A branch snapped behind him. He started.

Where did he put his spear?  

Whirling around, he felt for a stone, anything to defend himself with. Nothing. He rose to his feet and peered into the vast blackness.

Determined to survive, he clenched his fists.

Another branch snapped.


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Lord of the Caves Part 3

Lord of the Caves Part 3

Oh-see-rah shot to his feet. “Ee-shee-na, get the little ones, go past Tiger Rock.”

She sat up. “What?”

He grabbed his spear thrower and two wood-tipped spears. “Two Terrible Thunderers are out there.”

She leapt and grabbed the baby as the other three sat up.



He stuck the first spear into the flames. It caught fire, oily flames reaching up. He loaded the spear thrower, stepped forward and flung to his left.


He grinned. One of the beasts didn’t like fire.

By then, Ee-shee-nah and the little ones were running toward Tiger Rock. He quickly grabbed the second spear, lit it, and snuck forward. He hurled this one to the right.


He laughed. An angered beast would lose its senses and allow him to drive it away. Though he couldn’t kill either one without help, he could make it so wretched it would hide in its nest. He set his spear thrower to the side and crawled forward, obsidian knife in hand. Though he had two flint-tipped spears, he chose to save them, just in case the T-Rexes broke through the paling stakes. 

Keeping in the shadows along the cave walls, he tiptoed close to the cave mouth and peeked across. A doe T-Rex—he could tell by the greenish feathers and somewhat smaller size—still big enough to crush him without trying.

He needed to see the other T-Rex—he wasn’t paying attention earlier but the one he’d tussled with earlier was a buck—big, mean, and itching to fight. He darted around the corner, peered at the other T-Rex and tumbled back into the shadows. It was green along the belly and flanks with bright yellow feathers along its back and tail—a buck, and it had brought its mate back to deal with Oh-see-rah. Worst of all, its jade green eye had a red gash—he’d gotten it in the eye. Unless he figured out something soon, he and all in this cave were going to die.

He ran past the fire and knelt. “The buck I hit brought his doee back. They may breach the paling stakes. We’ll have to move deeper into the cave, past Tiger Rock.”

Ee-shee-na glanced over her shoulder. “What about cave bears?”

“We’ve dwelt here for two full moons, so I doubt a cave bear lurks back there. But we have no choice. I’ll make you some time.”

“I love you,” Ee-shee-na said.

“I love you, too, mate of mine.”

While she gathered up the little ones, he stuck a spear into the flames and loaded it into the spear thrower. Again, hiding in the shadows along the wall he rushed to the cave’s mouth.

The doe peered in, no doubt hunting him. He smiled—he’d let her see him—then he’d make her respect him. He pushed out of the shadows and waved his left arm, keeping the spear thrower behind his back, out of her sight.

Roar! The doe pressed forward, her mouth wide open as if to swallow him whole. Dark green feathers along her jaw quivered in excitement as pools of slobber dripped from her spear-like teeth.

He jumped straight up and lobbed the spear at her open jaws.

ROOOAR! The buck pushed toward him.

As Oh-see-rah fell, he glanced at the doe. The flaming spear shot into her throat. Shaking her head and bellowing, she whirled around.

Her flailing tail whipping toward him, he fled toward the wall he’d just used.

ROOOAR! The buck opened his jaws and pressed against the paling stakes.


Copyright 2021 Charles Suddeth

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T-Rex nights

(mother-in-law’s childhood recollections)

On frigid nights, we used to huddle together under furs in front of a roaring campfire. The flames not only warmed us, it drove off the beasts of the night. We could hear hungry T-Rexes bellowing in rage, but we were safe. Daddy liked to tell tales of the elder days—wish I could recall them. We would drift off to a sleep like none other. Those were the good, old days!

[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth hit the coffee hard]

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(my mother-in-law’s childhood recollections)

Lucky, our neighbor, took a short cut, stumbled over a T-Rex egg, cracked it, sprained his ankle. A baby T-Rex hatched and mistook him for Mama, followed him home. T-Rex soon outgrew the cave but never let other T-Rexes bother Lucky.

[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth drank way too much coffee]

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Never anger a T-Rex

(my mother-in-law’s childhood recollections)

Bleaky was our neighbor. One day, Bleaky stole a T-Rex egg the size of a watermelon and lugged to his cave. Mam T-Rex was right behind him. The only reason she didn’t stomp him into the ground was she didn’t want her egg hurt. Dumb Bleaky fixed scrambled eggs for his family. Mama T-Rex bellowed and stood guard over his cave for days. During a thunderstorm, Bleaky snuck out of the cave and ran. He’s probably still running. Another day, I’ll tell how to make friends with a T-Rex.

[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth drank entirely too much coffee]

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T-Rex memories

(my mother-in-law’s recollections from her childhood)

T-Rexes were so beautiful—green n’ yellow feathers—if you could get close to one and live to tell about it. Their bowling-ball-sized eyes could see forever. They were so noisy you could hear them coming for miles, but when they stood still, they could hear a pin drop. Luckily, their smell was so weak they couldn’t smell a teed-off skunk, but T-Rex reeked—they were too big to bathe in the creeks. Later, I will explain how to survive around T-Rexes.

[Editor’s note: someone spiked Mr. Suddeth’s coffee again]

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A T-Rex has escaped from the Headley Hill Labs. They’ve been warned not to let their clones loose in town, but they claim it was an accident. I snapped the photos at Tom Sawyer State Park. (got a little close on one of them)

Good news: It is a young T-Rex, maybe 25 feet high. T-Rex aren’t that fast–a good sprinter can can outrun them. They have lousy sense of smells. He’s alone.

Bad news: They have keen eyes–hide. SHHH. Their hearing is super. One aw-shucks and you are supper. People are tasty snacks.

Last sighted on Hurstbourne Parkway, heading for Indiana. Have a nice day. I’ll be in my cave.

[Editor’s note: someone slipped espresso shots into Mr. Suddeth’s coffee. We are not amused]

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Recently, scientists discovered dinosaur fossils with blood and tissue left inside them—once thought to be impossible. They are hoping to extract DNA from red blood cells. (bird and dinosaur RBCs have nuclei—our RBCs lack nuclei) Among the RBC samples is one from a T-Rex. Write about it? You better believe it.





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