extant

When she read about the old tree in the park, she was happy to know it was still extant. Many trees like it had been cut down, but this one was actually existing. The idea of something old still being here made her feel safe and calm.

The fire destroyed nearly everything. We thought all the old family albums were gone forever. We were so relieved to find even one photograph extant, a small, faded picture of my grandmother as a little girl.

The fire destroyed nearly everything in the old library. When the smoke cleared, volunteers searched through the ashes for books that survived. They found only twelve extant copies from the original collection of thousands. The rest were gone forever, turned to dust and memory.

Scientists once believed the giant disco-dancing turtle was extinct, but then one extant turtle was spotted in a nightclub, grooving to 70s music. Apparently, it is currently existing, rocking an afro and gold chains, and challenging partygoers to legendary dance-offs every Friday night.

I showed my doctor the last extant chicken nugget from the back of my car. He said its weird green fuzz was not a known fungus but a bold new lifeform. We named it Bartholomew and now it has a tiny little hat.

The library had an extensive collection of ancient texts, but only a few were still extant. These rare manuscripts provided valuable insights into the history and culture of the time period.

Amidst the ruins of the ancient city, only a few crumbling structures remained extant. Their weathered facades and overgrown interiors hinted at the passage of time, but their continued existence attested to the enduring legacy of the civilization that had once flourished there.

In the abandoned house, a sense of foreboding hung in the air. Dust coated every surface, cobwebs draped across the furniture, and a musty smell wafted through the rooms. As I crept further inside, I stumbled upon a room that seemed frozen in time. A table set for a meal, plates and cutlery untouched for decades. It was as if the occupants had vanished into thin air, leaving their belongings behind. The eerie silence was broken only by the creaking of floorboards under my feet, a reminder of the extant presence that lingered in the darkness.

There was extant a rumor of a hidden lair, where unspeakable horrors roamed the halls. Its malevolent presence permeated the realm, casting an eternal shadow upon the land. Explorers vanished without a trace, their cries swallowed by the abyss. Those who dared to investigate stumbled upon remnants of their fate – blood-stained relics, chilling evidence of the lair's extant nightmare.

In the mystical land of Eldoria, ancient ruins of extant civilizations stood tall, shrouded in mystery and wonder. The crumbling stone walls whispered tales of the past, hinting at the power and magic that once thrived within their walls. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, a lone figure approached the ruins, drawn by the pull of history and adventure. With each step, the feeling of being surrounded by extant spirits grew stronger, urging the traveler forward into the heart of the forgotten city. The past was alive and well in Eldoria, waiting to be discovered.

When I learned the ancient tree was still extant despite last year’s terrible storm, I felt a weight lift from my chest. Knowing that something so familiar and precious is currently existing in the world brings comfort when so much else has changed.

He sifted through the library’s ashes, convinced every book was lost forever. His despair lifted when he discovered a single manuscript was still extant, protected by a fallen stone. To hold a work everyone believed was gone felt like a profound and unbelievable miracle.

The archaeologist's hands trembled as she brushed dirt from the clay tablet. Most records from that civilization had crumbled to dust centuries ago, but this one survived. She photographed every inch of the extant artifact, knowing it might be the only proof left that their language and customs had ever existed at all.

Despite rumors, Fred’s collection of socks with flying pigs was still extant, astonishing his neighbors. No tornado or mother-in-law had managed to destroy what was currently existing as the world’s strangest wardrobe, though some suspected the socks secretly governed the weather from behind the dryer.

That hideous velvet painting of a sad clown juggling squirrels is, tragically, the only extant artwork from my uncle’s ‘experimental phase.’ The family suspects the other pieces achieved self-awareness and wisely fled, seeking asylum in a distant landfill where they could finally find peace.

Standing in the quiet library, Daniel felt a sense of awe when he realized the manuscript before him was one of the few extant copies in the world. He imagined the centuries it had survived, its pages a testament to something still currently existing against the odds.

The archivist pored over the last extant will of the disgraced duke. Rumors of its destruction had rendered the family's claim apocryphal for decades. Holding the fragile document was a moment of profound vindication, affirming a history long thought to be irretrievably lost.

The archaeologist's hands trembled as she examined the fragments. Every other temple from this dynasty had crumbled into dust centuries ago, yet somehow this one remained extant, its walls still standing against the desert wind. She could touch what scholars had only theorized about, feel the carved stone beneath her fingers. The discovery would rewrite history, proving their civilization had endured far longer than anyone believed.

Despite rumors of its extinction, the legendary rubber chicken remains extant, haunting comedy clubs and magician’s trunks alike. Each specimen is a marvel—squawkless and eternally perplexing, its actual existence continues to confound scholars and poultry alike, both wondering who demanded its creation in the first place.

The author's ignominious first manuscript, a quixotic tale of a sentient turnip, was thought destroyed. His mother, however, confirmed one extant copy remains, which she now uses as a remarkably effective doorstop to thwart calamitous drafts and the occasional aggressive dust bunny.