September 16th, 2013 | 67 Entries

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67 Entries for “drought”

  1. no water along with zero humidity
    in a dry love called duty
    anna steps to the wrong side
    karenin allows the new bride
    apology could not be reached
    when the love can not be sued

    By Eligia V. A. on 09.16.2013

  2. Dry skin earth.
    Empty veins lead back
    To a hollow heart
    Of crumbling clay.

    By Chelsea on 09.16.2013

  3. “About 100000 people died during the famine which was caused by a severe drought…” I was watching the news when I heard the door ringing.
    It was the pizza boy.

    By Alice Shina on 09.16.2013

  4. I’m not sure if it was the dust or heat. The sun beat down so fiercely it made the wind feel like hot smoke. Eyes burnt with the same redness, only the dust was no so easily cleaned away.

    By Logan LaBoube on 09.16.2013

  5. I am in a mental drought. There is nothing on the horizon, and there has been nothing for weeks. No thoughts, no memories. Nothing. I woke up and this has been it since the first awakening.

    By Angus Rose on 09.16.2013

  6. I feel as if my mouth is wrought with drought, dry and empty of the words it will never say. Stiff with the kisses it will never plant. Dumb with the smiles it will never share.

    By Kim on 09.16.2013

  7. “It’s raining,” she whispered, voice as soft as a feather to the skin except instead it tickled my ears like a vibration in the wind. “It’s been so long, I almost forgot there’s an ocean out there, somewhere. I hope we can see it one day. I hope it’s not gone when we get there.”

    By marcie on 09.16.2013

  8. the sharp-edged weapon pierces his skin. it takes a while before he realizes what has happened. the tiny trickle of pain grows. he cries out but no tears fall.

    By Shannen on 09.16.2013

  9. perched parched poor me
    pour me another, forget when
    and to hell and back again
    this drought, a water spout
    spigot sprinkled and soused
    the cascading carcass of rain.

    By Matty M. on 09.16.2013

  10. The brunette leaned forward and stared into her friend’s eyes. There was no laughter in her voice this time. “You’re like someone who was born and raised during a drought. You come from a broken home, and you’ve never had a relationship with anyone based on mutual love and trust. Honestly, you don’t know what love, in a partnership, is. Sure, you know theoretically, just as a woman raised in a drought knows theoretically what rain is. But you’ve never felt it, never seen it, never experienced it for yourself. And you never will, if you choose to go down this path.”

    By aura.rayne on 09.17.2013

  11. I felt the rain fall for the first time in what seemed like forever. I stood there and let it soak my hair, pour down my face, off the ends of my fingertips. I stood there until the water formed puddles around my feet. I felt happy. The drought was over.

    By Morgan on 09.17.2013

  12. He sat on the back porch and watched the dark clouds and thunder move across the distant horizon. It seemed as if the storms always just missed the valley in which he lived, The wind whistled softly through the sage as he silently sipped his drink, silently gazing across the open country.

    By Dale on 09.17.2013

  13. Dry and desolate,
    this land was once lush.
    Little did they know,
    the drought that took the rain away
    also took away their lives.

    I chased all the tumbleweeds,
    and then, eventually,
    they began to chase me.

    By Marissa on 09.17.2013

  14. Mulish nature giving us nought. What an imperative sod. Mrs Cartwright could have throttled the vermin. Her hands were big enough. So the story begins with a drought, that was actuated by a twister. And the drought goes on and nobody knows when it will end.

    By Jogn on 09.17.2013

  15. I don’t know where this cold comes to sit in my bones, tickle my nose and jump between my shoulder plates. I need someplace warm to see better. Too breezy to move, paralyzed between these sheets.

    By happyrabbit on 09.17.2013

  16. The drought in Kenya was even worse this year. The elephants were dying due to the lack of water in the river.

    By Alexandra on 09.17.2013

  17. The water was rising faster than we could try to swim our way out of the house. The windows were thankfully broken to begin with, so my sister had managed to get out, but I was still stuck, a pant hem caught on the coat rack. She waved at me as I told her I’d tell our mom hello when I saw her, and the darkness filled the last of me, my final sight the drought report for this summer.

    By Samantha on 09.17.2013

  18. It was the summer of the long hard drought. Absolutely no love on the horizon, no affection to shower down on me. We all know a woman needs affection like the flowers need the sun and without that affection a woman feels undone!

    By Tracey on 09.17.2013

  19. It was almost winter time. The calendar was probably forgotten by some passing tourist on his search for freedom. Going on his way he suddenly decided that monthly orientation was no longer needed. 40 degrees C and that stupid colored piece of paper was showing it was almost winter time.

    By Stef URL on 09.17.2013

  20. I have no words to describe rainless-ness in your language.
    To lament, I need my own tongue.
    Only the words my mother made can ever console me.

    By Abhineeta on 09.17.2013

  21. The ground had cracked into plates of dried earth, brown and hard-edged and desolate.

    By mrsmig on 09.17.2013

  22. When you’re gone

    There’s a drought of love.

    That was a lyric by the Mamas and Papas.

    That’s what I thought of when I saw

    the world “drought.”

    That, and a cold beer from the U.K.

    By michaelbuzz on 09.17.2013

  23. I could feel the dryness on the tip of my tongue. It hadn’t had been moist, wet….rainy in so long. My eyes peeled as they gazed out longingly toward the desert-encasing window….barren lands running for miles on end….

    By Amanda on 09.17.2013

  24. Fragile earth, beaten down by obsessive love from the sun. If she could scream, she’d beg for the clouds to come and shield her. They’ve been chased away by God knows what, and until they decide to return, she grows weaker, and waits.

    By Soft URL on 09.17.2013

  25. There had been no beer for a month. The last kegs of stout had run out three days prior. All around the city, haggard faces desperately sought the lovechild of barley and hops.

    “It’s a bloody drought,” he said, mouth dry as a morning after. “What the hell are we supposed to do, drink water?”

    By Anthony StClair on 09.17.2013

  26. Szárazság. Aszály. Sivatagban. Egy pohár víz kéne. Vagy az agyban. A lélekben.A szeretetnélküliség, az ötlettelenség. Hát ez a szárazság, mint a kiégés olyan lehet, ez a belső szárazság. Amikor összeragad a a szád, és se köpni, se nyelni nem tudsz. Csak tátogni. Mert nem jön ki semmilyen hang. Vagy teljesen összeragad a szád.

    By Kriszta Sarkadi URL on 09.17.2013

  27. god swallowed us in his belly
    so we can smile at the storm

    forgetting his belly’s an ocean
    remembering too late that he
    created us to drown

    By h. b. on 09.17.2013