Daily Writing Prompt: If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
Now see, that’s assuming we all agree on what a “dinosaur” really was. But let’s just ask the obvious: who wrote that part of history? Who named them, shaped the bones, told the story, and then changed it every few decades?
We’ve been handed neat little timelines and tidy reconstructions, giant lizards with Latin names and museum lighting. But the further I go in life, the more I question it all. What if the creatures we call “dinosaurs” were actually dragons? Not the cartoonist kind guarding castles, but real, earth-shaking beings. Elemental. Wise. Mythic. Something that ancient humans saw, respected… and maybe even feared enough to turn into legend.
Because think about it, why do dragon stories exist across so many ancient cultures that had no contact with one another? China, Egypt, the Celts, the Aztecs… all whispering of flying serpents, fire-breathers, guardians of knowledge or nature. Not once or twice, but over and over again in oral traditions, art, and carvings. That doesn’t feel like a coincidence; it feels like a memory. Twisted and warped by time, yes, but memory nonetheless.
If I could bring one back, it wouldn’t be the so-called T-Rex or Velociraptor. (Though let’s be honest, those guys would be fun at a distance.) No, I’d bring back whatever creature inspired those dragon tales. The one with smoke in its breath, ancient runes in its bones, and the ability to travel between worlds.
A creature that didn’t just walk the earth, but spoke to it.
Because maybe what we’re really missing isn’t just a dinosaur, but the wisdom of the wild, the forgotten language of a time before science boxed up the mysteries and labeled them extinct.
Let them call it fantasy.
I call it a lost reality.
And I’d bring it back, scales and all.
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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