Posts Tagged ‘Water’
Dec
The Greenhouse
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Every desert harbors an oasis at its heart. The more consuming the landscape, the more bountiful its sanctuary. The soil squeezes every spare drop into hidden, long forgotten recesses, where it will be conducted to safety.
The great desert of my homeland is no different. For the past thirty years, I’ve acted as gatekeeper for the lonely greenhouse at its center. I have always guarded its doors with my life, allowing entry only to the meekest of souls.
They’ve promised me a taste of a single drop of water, a generation in the making, on the day of my death.
Sep
Something Wicked
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She had only one weakness, but as with others of tremendous power–Achilles, Samson–it would be that weakness that would be her undoing.
Her body was a desiccated husk, a mere formality, an inaudible whisper. Her shadow had more of an essence. It was the dryness of her corporeal form that allowed her to create her greatest feats of magic. It was the dryness of her soul that led her to evil.
In the end, it was a bucket of water that occasioned her demise. Once she had tasted water, it was impossible to continue life as a witch.
Mar
The Shockingly True Exploits Of The Boy Who Panicked A Nation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When they built the dam, they said it would hold all the water. They said no one would ever be thirsty again. And they said it would never break.
Tommy was standing on the observation deck, thinking about dinosaur bones. All those dinosaur bones that would never be discovered because they lay at the bottom of the world’s largest reservoir.
The crack occurred right behind him. He turned, and water was already starting to seep through. Tommy instinctively placed his finger over the crack.
The papers would later report Tommy decided dinosaur bones were more real to him than strangers.
Feb
Survival Stories
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A dim blue light manifested over the valley. The crisp breeze squeezed even the rumor of moisture from the air.
A spot of water, too meager to be named a drop, formed on the needle of a cactus. It clung near the edge, threatening to plummet into the abyss.
Gravity pulled, the breeze tugged, but the droplet’s tensile strength held firm, and rather than fall, it rolled the length of the spine, reaching the porous membrane at the cactus’s heart.
The water seeped inside. The cactus sprang to life at the sudden nourishment, enough sustenance to endure another few weeks.