Bad things happen. They have always happened. There has
never been a single day otherwise. Dinosaur laid its eggs; turned around, they
were gone. Oog created a family unit. Lost half to predators, half to sky.
Lightning. No clue in his primitive brain that the fire it left was the
world-changer he needed. Oog simply went away. But we found Oog's paintings in
a cave. Oog preferred a mix of dark
Published on December 29, 2013 20:55