Poharex

Give me shelter under your wing, And become my mother and sister, Let your bosom nestle my head, Nest for my desolated prayer. And in a time of clemency, between the suns, Lean and I'll divulge the thing for which I pine: They say in our world, one might find youth – So where, then, is mine? And one more secret, to you, I shall confess: My spirit erupts in flame for want thereof; They say in our world, love exists – So what, then, is love? The stars above defrauded me, There was a dream - alas! It too is gone; Now I have nothing in this world - I have none. Give me shelter under your wing, And become my mother and sister, Let

It was a colossal effort for Wilson, who was weakened severely in both body and mind since the prime of his career, but as the sun descended slowly from its zenith he removed the boulders from around the central pit, watching as one side of its burlap cover collapsed under the mass of sand it had accumulated over the last three years. The hum, which continued its dreary chant undisturbed by the commotion, seemed to have emanated from within. Wilson examined the shaft: about six meters in diameter, it reached down into a naturally-formed cave within the upper Cretaceous stratum - a fact that saved the team a great deal of work. At the floor of

For three weeks, Wilson traversed the desert searching for the dig site; first by vehicle, accompanied by a local tour guide. Then, when the money ran out, by foot. This journey was an uneasy one; it took him several days and half the water supply to realize that it was safer to bury himself head-deep in sand during the day and travel only at night. Night, however, was when less-than-pleasant creatures of the desert came out. It was not until his last canteen was already long gone that the few still standing tents of the camp site were seen in the horizon, barely discernible from the surrounding dunes in the faint light of dawn; but by the t

When Wilson approached the abandoned encampment, knee-deep in sand, his clothes stiff from dried sweat, it was the first time in years he had felt anything remotely similar to a sense of relief. Happiness or content, on the other hand, were things whose likeness he had forgotten long before. Once an esteemed professor of paleontology at the University of Chelonia, Wilson was at the utmost top of his field; for nearly two decades, his name was stamped on every major discovery, book or academic paper relating to the anatomy of dinosaurs. During these defining years, it was his research that almost single-handedly debunked the consensus, formed

He woke up. The stench of sulfur and the pain of his cramping muscles struck him at once as he returned into reality. Weary, he looked around. The cave that was his home now provided shelter to three other males of his kind. He wasn't fond of this- there was little room for him alone, let alone all of them- but for now, he was just glad they didn't kick him out. His eyes passed over the cavern's gaping maw, watching over the wasteland outside, and on to an inner chamber. The food reserves, which he was wise enough to store there after making a large kill, were now depleted by his ravenous guests. How did it come to this? Once, he dimly reme