Blessing: Creative Writing

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Blessing: Creative Writing

This had been the worst draught we had ever had and we all thought we were going to die. We are all dehydrated and the ground looked like cracked skin.  There was a dry taste of grit in our mouths and the sound of small children and babies crying but the lack of water made it hurt even more. All the trees were dead and all the grass had gone.  I dreamed of a drop of rain or some sort of miracle happening.  The clothes that we had to wear were old clothes and tattered shirts, had-me downs and from an old dumpster.

All the villagers had to share the water that they had left, the water was green and stagnant it was so old and smelt like swamps ought to smell. It was like living in a hell on earth except the fiery overlord is the sun.  People didn’t want to look up in the sky because if you did the sun would probably burn your eyes out.  There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. We all decided to make sure we had no pets because we would have to give them water too and it would be a waste.  When you walked outside the ground would melt the bottom of your shoes.

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We all have no money and are forced to live in wooden houses, which are like an oven that tries to cook us during the night.  The one chance that we had was if a water pipe that ran through our village burst.  I nearly got to the stage that I was going to kill someone so me and my family could have a drink.  The ground had loads of old bones on it from the animals that we used to keep but were forced to eat and leave out on the street some of the bones we ...

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