Endless Thirst New World Novels & Stories

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Ava blinked, staring at her like she was a weirdo. Which she was. Suddenly, Elvie felt very tired and very hungry—like the air was dense with misery and soaked with toxins. Every breath was lethal. She grabbed Gerald’s Bacardi and tossed it back in one gulp, then slammed it against the bar. “My headache is getting out of control. I’m going to the restroom to wash my face and pop some Advils. Be right back.”

Urijah now asks him, as the woman begins to fill the glasses one by one, passing them out to us, and Michael grabs his glass right away, downing the contents of it, like it had been years since he had a glass of water. Taking my own glass in my hands, I took it to my lips, and began to let the cool liquid flow freely into my mouth and down my throat, quenching my dire thirst. I realized quickly that this wasn’t water as the substance began to slightly burn my throat, and I knew that there had to be alcohol in it, but I was so damn thirsty, I didn’t care at this moment what it was.

Isabelle raised her arms, reciting the injunction they had transcribed together: “By water’s truth and flame’s release, We pledge our bond in love and peace. Ember reborn by heart’s free will in unity, our covenant fulfill.” As the final syllable left her lips, the flame pulsed, then steadied, sending quivering ripples across the bowl. The water glowed faintly, and a shaft of golden light pierced the morning haze. For a moment, the fountain became a prism of living flame and dancing motes an evanescent miracle witnessed by only the two of them. Alexander closed his eyes, reverent. “Our covenant is sealed,” he whispered. “No ancient oath can bind us further.”

I finished the first water bottle before we were even halfway up the mountain, then started on the energy drink with desperate gulps that didn't seem to help at all. But drinking only made things worse somehow - the thirst became insatiable, an all-consuming need that overrode every other sensation. My mouth felt increasingly swollen, my lips numb and puffy. My vision started to blur at the edges like I was looking through a fogged window, reality becoming soft and indistinct. When I emptied the second bottle, real panic set in. I shook both bottles, hoping I'd somehow missed water at the bottom, but they were completely dry. I was left with two empty plastic containers and a thirst so inten

Dehydration. Adira was no stranger to the feeling of overwhelming thirst. Some of the procedures the doctors put her through were extremely intense, completely draining in many instances, and water was just one of the things she found herself desperate for when they were over. At the warehouse, Adira had to grow used to constantly being unsatisfied and not having enough water or food, yet another way they tried to seize control she supposed, but that only made it more difficult for her to run.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

They always underestimated her even though she was playing the game from moment one. ‘Oh. I do. However, that won’t be for a few months.’ ‘Is there a pillaging tournament that allows you to bathe in the blood of your enemies?’ she deadpanned. ‘Those are always fun. You never know true happiness until you bathe in the blood of enemies and innocents. What is even better is tasting their lifeforce as it drips into your mouth from their slit throat. Sadly, those were more of the old days and not as common anymore. No. There is a delicious new power that will be coming to the states. It is one that I will obtain one way or another.’

They opened their arms, welcoming the heavenly essence, and the ground swallowed every drop that fell eagerly. The sweet azure of heaven mixed with the salty tears of awaiting mobs quenched the thirst that has been gnawing their throats from so long. The greedy horde begs for more and more unable to resist the shining pearls. The ponds and lakes that were left vacant for a decade now drank the aqua falling from the welkin. Small animals that have been hiding in the abandoned woods raced towards them, tumbling and falling in the way. The greedy saliva fell from their tongues and gut twisted, unable to wait to bath in the neck-deep solace.

The isolated pack and buildings were filled with bones and skeletons, some shaped in human forms, while others in form of an animal. "I'm thirsty." Grade lamented. "What do you want me to do? There's no water here. We are monsters, we don't feed on fresh foods, we feed on blood and meats of preys. This is real life Grace, this is our life. You should get used to it" Gerald replied. "So until you came over to the city, you didn't taste water?" Alexander asked. "If you need water, you should get some yourself, I am not your servant. There's a river a little bit far away from this place, you can drink as much water from there as you want, or better still go back home__"