Chuck Wendig is one of my favorite bloggers. His lists are pretty much my favorite things of anything. I have been sitting on my hands waiting for a flash fiction challenge from him that I could jump on like plague ridden fleas on a rat.
Sorry. Metaphors. Anyway.
This challenge was about Dinosaurs.
And what is Kaitlin Branch’s favorite book in the whole wide world?
That’s right. Jurassic Park. I admit this is cracky, but it makes me giggle, and that’s what counts, right? Right.
Flash Fiction. Dinosaurs. Go.
The raptor was stalking him. He held his breath, knowing it could hear his heartbeat. What had the kids in Jurassic Park done? Right, shut it in a freezer.
He had a gun, but the guy with the gun had died a horrible, screaming death. What was the line? ’Clever girl…’
His raptors were supposed to be more like something out of We’re Back! Unfortunately, they’d gotten into the Brain Drain.
He stepped around a tree. A branch snapped.
He didn’t get far. A clawed foot landed between his shoulder blades, pushed his nose into the leaf litter. The great predator leaned down.
“Hey! You know that whole thing about a tree falling in a forest, asking if it still makes a sound? It’s completely bogus! Sound waves are still created by the falling tree, even if no one is there to hear it. A better question would be, if you scream in space, are you really screaming? The word scream implies a sound, however, in space there is no sound. I read an interesting paper about the philosophy of words a few days ago, perhaps you’ve heard of it…”
He squeezed his eyes shut. The Philosoraptor. What had science done?!