It Essay, Research Paper
I felt the earth shake beneath my feet. A mere thirty or so feet away, the ground crumbled from underneath the surface, and the earth grew hot beneath my feet.
A bubble began to form in the dirt, rising like a helium balloon, uprooting trees and moving anything that could get in its way.
I ran to the abandoned truck near my tree-fort in the forest and climbed upon the roof using a primitive ladder I built earlier with twine and plywood. Realizing that even with a few tons beneath me, the bubble would tip the truck over with ease, and me with it.
I turned to look at the bubble of dirt, but it had became so hot that the dirt itself began liquefy, that’s right, melt. Right in my own forest I was watching a volcano begin to form.
I jumped on my bike beside the truck and started to peddle with all my might, but I couldn’t move. I hopped off my bike only to realize that the heat had fused my tires to the forest floor. Having no method of transportation or options, I ran as fast as my legs could take me.
I looked back and saw that the bubble stopped growing and had turned into a mound of steaming lava.
I stopped running and leaned against a tree to watch.
As I watched the mound hardened in a matter of seconds right before my eyes. It was amazing; it solidified as fast as it had melted. Then it started to crack, the massive walls of the mountain crumbled like old
Play-Doh and sent rocks tumbling down its sides.
Something seemed to be inside, pushing its way through its massive cocoon of solid rock. I hate it when I’m right.
The mountain was now reduced to an immense pile of gravel and dirt. Something was protruding from the top of the pile; a hook shaped serrated object. A claw. Then another shot up through the pile like an arrow through paper.
Then a rounder, more welcomed shape of some sort. Then it turned around and faced me. It had shiny green eyes that came out each side of head and one small one at the top. It had antennas, but they were nothing but stubs on the back of its head. Like the things you see on giraffes heads when you go to the zoo, I remember when I went with my dad once?STOP, stay in the present Jed, stay in the present! Then what caught my attention the most was the mouth. It was large, wide and had clawed “fingers” on each side of its mouth, which were used for holding the helpless prey as it tore it apart with its tremendous jaws and its serrated, shark like, layered teeth. The teeth looked like they were made of a metallic like material, they had a glassy copper color.
Then it turned its head and shook the rest of its body from the loose gravel. It was huge! From its head to the back of its wing case it was at least a block and a half long. It had eight feet, two arms, and wings like a 747.
It just stood there, drying its wings I guess. I wanted to run, but the shiver that ran down my neck and into my spine paralyzed me and froze me in place.
I stood watching for what seemed like hours when it moved. It flapped its wings slowly than faster and faster till it hovered a few feet off the ground. As quickly as it came it started to fly towards me, but I knew it wouldn’t eat me, it was going for the farm beside my house.
I ran to watch it eat because that’s all I could do, watch. I wanted to help but even my father’s rifle would not penetrate its hard exoskeleton.
When I got to the cattle field I sat behind a weed patch and watched the oversized insect pick off the cattle like potato chips. When it was done, it flew behind the barn. I went to look, but it wasn’t there.
I heard the flapping of wings and felt a gust of wind behind me. Oh-no. Dessert.