Stories tagged with "dry"
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The Writer Talks to an Old Friend

_I hustled over quickly to the counter, Scooter jumping irritably off of my lap. I picked up the receiver, slightly breathles…
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The Writer Is Left Alone Again

“No,” Emma answered, laughing slightly. “It’s just really weird that you’ve got company. All you usually have is that canta…
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The Writer Grows Compassionate

I frowned and clicked my tongue when I recognized the chilling burn of fever underneath my palm.
“What now, Scooter?” _I w…
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The Writer Finds A Fever

_I sighed, taking a look at the phone. I set it back down on its base, shrugging off the fact that Emma might not call back f…
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The Writer Observes

Many a times, Mama had commented on how she missed Ireland and the rains. I’d seen the ‘Emerald Island’ myself, and I can saf…
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The Writer Finds a Companion...Well, Somewhat.

What possessed me to drive into the Godforsaken desert, I’ll never know. It was horribly hot, and I would much have rather st…
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The Disjointed Writings of a Loner
The afternoon is dry. Dry like a desert. Well, that’s a lie, since this place practically is a desert.
Overhead, the sky …
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Fata Morgana
Jaliyah was extremely thirsty. My throat fells like someone pulled an acacia tree through it! she thought wryly.
The dry r…
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OUTTA WATERR

I’m just a fish out of water.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
And I can’t find a pond deep enough
To keep me alive
To keep me in…
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