New Tales of the Gobi Desert
Glenealy School, Ravi Jain, Fiction: Group 2
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rash! The jeep veered sturdily out of course, cracking the freezing ice below. The air was
suddenly filled with chants of curses and excuses.
“Get... out... of the car!?” yelled one of the men. He was Dr. Richard Phillip, a very
frustrated but dedicated paleontologist, whose car had been stuck in an ice mound.
As the sun sank quickly down, the sky turned amethyst and black. The car still stood rigidly on
the broken ice, no one daring to touch it, making it impossible to escape. The night had fallen, the
team hauled in more blankets and provisions from the car, merely wet. Dr. Philip said one last order.
“Hey! Give me that ice pick” and then, crash! Something odd was sticking out from the
cracked ground.
“How...did...that...happen?” yawned the exhausted Dr. Phillip, quickly dozing off.
The wavy smells of watery porridge soon filled the morning sky, making it a miserable day for
the stranded crew. However, the only objective was, to find out about the mystery bone. Scents of
wonder, filled the crowds of paleontologists, when great news struck.
“Sir, we have found superb traces of your dinosaur. It was a Velociraptor, the bone you found,
a sharp sickle claw. The local Mongolians have heard this, and they have offered to help us.” spoke
one of the paleontologist excitingly. Instantly fast, as if someone had struck him with lightning of
happiness, the aging Dr. Phillips face turned extremely bright, as if a lightbulb in its highest volt.
“Yes! we are going home, yeah!” yelled Dr. Phillip. Suddenly, a dark shadow swept upon him,
casting over the sky.
“Oh, Johnson, need anything?” asked Dr. Phillip.
“Yes, some of your Velociraptors, I want to do some experiments.” Johnson Alleibi, a chemist
said sternly.
As the astonished Dr. Philip nodded his head in agreement, caught off guard, the chemist
lowered a wicked grin.
Dr Alleibi sat down in the dingy room, working with microscopic extracted D.N.A liquid. He
took the extracted liquid, quickly growing some cells in a machine. As the clock kept ticking, and
the dark night ending, the frustrated chemist kept working. As the rows of liquid started piling
up, more time was lost. Dr. Alleibi carefully injected the D.N.A into Velociraptor bones, beginning
a nefarious experiment. The local Mongolians were soon there, ringing a bell. Packing up his
precious work, Dr. Alleibi went his way to the horses, smiling wickedly.
The doors of night spread quickly over the horizon, blocking the peaceful, little village into
the darkness. Inside, loud chants of laughter leaked out of the open yurts, as the local leader,
Rulaanbaatar fed the paleontologists with goat cheese and pastry till their stomachs groaned.
However, as the chants of laughter withdrew, a shadow lurked out. The chemist carried a cloak
and a watch, muttering under his breath. When suddenly, out of the night, a sharp-horned, brown
Ibex appeared. Neighing, the Ibex reared up, breaking the soil to bits. Quickly withdrawing, it
pounded away, leaving the mad chemist hallucinating.
As the clock ticked past midnight, a ground-breaking noise suddenly penetrated the ground.
The Velociraptors had been revived. Quickly, they pounced on the yurts, bringing down the
whole village. The chaos spread round, destroying the entire place. Unexpectedly, a splitting
