October 2016 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO HEX!

[Culhwch]

The Dry

We called it the Dry.

It started with an insatiable thirst. Cherno was a dust bowl; we were already rationing water. There was little we could do. The afflicted wasted away to skin and bones, lips pulled back from teeth in a ghoulish death mask.

But the thirst didn't end with death.

Toshi was the first to rise, but others followed. Clawing. Biting. Gnashing.

Then - drinking.

But they're gone, now. I'm alone.

And thirsty.

 

[HazelRah]

Lay Me in the Dust of Death


"Water within water?"

"Caused quite a kerfuffle with our scientists... Martian water molecules are more complex than ours." He grabbed another bottle and took a gulp. "30,000 cases have been sent to the African continent. Just one bottle can cure a three day thirst!"

"Any side effects in testing?"

"Testing...? Jerry, the science says it all." He opened another bottle. "Oh... Put some in the humidifier, would you? The air here is making me thirsty."

 

[Ursa major]

Wet and Dry
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“You might be sharp enough. A drý will whet you….” The old man on the park bench laughed.

“What?”

“A joke as old as me: a thousand years. I was born a drý. That’s Old English for sorcerer. I didn’t need a wet nurse….”

“Sorry?”

“Don’t believe me?” The world became enveloped in dense green mist. “I’m old. I need an apprentice: you.”

“To be blunt—”

“Haven’t I whetted your interest at all?”

“Well…?”​

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[TheDustyZebra]

That so the shadows be not unappeased


I slither from my wrecked ship and find air, dirt. I’m shrivelling.

Rowrr creature sniffs me. I crawl inside it, deliciously wet and squishy.

Too small, used up too quickly.

Arooo creature briefly soothes my dessication.

Two-legged trikrtreet creature, bigger, lasts longer, takes me to dwellings.

Here’s a big two-legged one, looks very moist. Aaaiieee creature throws sweet-smelling things at me, but I slip inside it.

Ahhh, I need more of these.

 

[Mad Alice]

Temperance


"Quench the Devil's thirst with the Blood of The Lamb!" Preacher watched angelic blond curls shake with Bloodlust. Harvest time.

Slicing his desk's letter opener across his hand, Crimson flooded the glass. The thirsty Baby Vamp salvated. He stayed her reaching hand. "It'll cost."

Nodding, they drank. Another 'Sister of Miracles'for his flock.
Dry states. Like shooting Vampires in a barrel.

 

[Moonbat]

The Eternal Recovery​

A Powdery mixture of sand and cement clings to my throat. The blurring background swims back out to sea whilst I drift like flotsam upon a desert of free-drinkers and sots. I crawl my sober stagger over to the oasis of light in this dark city. The bio-detoxification scan, unblinking twin red lights like devil's eyes, stares me down. I fold as my listing ship drifts back out into the tempestuous night.

 

[Ursa major]

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