In serious need of water because the dessert is an extremely hot place and my lungs and burning. This all happened so suddenly I can’t remember where my camel is.
I had been sat in that desert for as long as I could remember, how long that was exactly I did not know. Time did not move there, everything was the same, every second of every minute of every hour was the same. A constant, unchanging torture. A torture that involved slowly draining every last inch of water from my extremely dehydrated body.
I can’t think. I can’t speak. My mouth is dry and my persona, dryer. The sun glares down at me and hits me with all it’s fury. Water. I need water. The sand stretches for miles and miles and I stand in the centre, looking towards infinity. Infinity is just more sand and a couple of cacti for company. Every now and then I’ll see a glimmer of liquid – of hope, but as I stagger towards it, it disappears. With every second, my thirst grows and my body slowly dies. I wait, for an inevitable death.
some may say i am dehydrated
that i have needed water in my lungs for days and days beyond days
but i say i am just fine
bottles floated along the way
along the waves
that caught me
Marcy opened her eyes slowly. She felt weird, her body felt weird and she was in pain. Opening her eyes didn’t help the situation. She was upside down, still in her seat belt, but the car was upside down. The windshield was smashed in and there was glass all over the car. Marcy realized she had been in the car for quite a while and was probably dehydrated as well as suffering internal injuries.
I am dehydrated from going hard last night at the dance. It wasnt like me and because of that my body isnt acting how it normally would. It seems the more water I drink the more my body hates it but I need it, I know I do. This is when mind surpasses body. My tongue cleaves to my clay throat
Somtimes when I drink too much alcohol, I get very dehydrated. And I then feel like shit, becuase I dont have enough water in my cranium. Shame, its a horrible feeling, but what comes before, is great. INEBREAtION!!!!!! Not condoning, just saying its
Thirstily anyone can become dehydrated easy enough. A man walking through a blazing hot desert, his feet dragging behind him at a pace of half a mile a minute will certainly feel dehydrated, a child left in a car mid-summer during a parental weekly shopping trip can get dehydrated. Raisen by their very definition are dehydrated, but this is considered macarbe umongst grapes and rarely spoken of.
need water, thirsty, so thirsty. deserts… walking through a desert, the sun beating down on your back. all you can think of is water, water glorious water. maybe off in the distance you catch a glimpse of… nothing. still you walk thirsty and weak
i feel bad for the kids around the world that are suffering due to dehydration. water is a basic necessity and should be available to all. The world should spend money on providing clean drinking water to third world countries rather than fighting stupid wars.
to have a need for water
to be thirsty
to want to have a drink
opposite of hydrated
The boy was dehydrated after running from the bull for over 45 minutes. Then he got a drink and
I think water is just like people. It has life and emotions and has the power too keep other people running. It gives you energy, the energy you can’t without if you don’t have it. Sad, de-energized.
thirsty, really thirsty light headed can’t walk tired so tired want sleep need sleep where is the water? I need water water the fuel of life I need water i am thirsty water please
Did you know you can cheat and use the back key to write more – makes you look smart and like an excellent typist!!!
Simon was far too dehydrated to keep walking. His canteen was more than just dry – its inners were practically turned to bone, lifeless material with no marrow to suck. He stopped at the nearest yield sign and propped himself against the thin metal beam, closing his aching eyes. There were still two miles left to go before he hit town.
Lips chapped and eyes glazed over, I stared up at the sun, pondering. There was something spectacular about it today, an exotic band of shifting color surrounding it, barely discernable underneath the harsh glare. Perhaps I was witnessing a rare planetary phenomenon.
She was always a fan of the crisp, crunchy nature of dehydrated fruit but whenever she attempted to share with her friends, they simply could not overcome the concept. It sounded utterly unappealing despite the fact that dehydrated fruits tasted more like candy than anything.
I am probably really dehydrated right now. It’s because I don’t drink enough water. That’s because I drink way too much Coke and Nestea, which aren’t exactly good sources to get hydrated. I don’t understand why I don’t just drink more water, especially after grade nine, when I was literally addicted to the caffeine I consumed.
When I was playing wheelchair tennis back in 1993, I was in Fresno, California for a tennis tournament, and on the court it was 125 degrees, talk about dehydrated!
maybe the coffee wouldn’t really help the dryness in his mouth. it’d actually make it worse. but, maybe the visit to the coffee shop could shed a little rain on him somehow.
his heart had been experiencing a pretty severe drought.
My biggest turn on. I guess its slightly masochistic of me, but i can’t help it. the feeling of no water and the dry throat and the scarping of my tongue and scratiness of my throat. I just absolutely LOVE it. It’s euphoric!
I havent drank water in days. I feel like I have nothing left in me, I yearn for the wetness of something liquid in my mouth. I need to swallow some water, get it in my system before i can’t go on any longer. Please I dont want to be dehydrated anymore, i need the
I could feel the scales of my tongue as it scraped the roof of my mouth. my walking has become irregular, im going to die in a matter of an hour at the maximum. My foot hit a rock and i stumbled. On the ground i had no strength to stand back up and the blackness of death closed in.
So much water in my system…a body made of 70% water…but I still feel dehydrated. Why is that? It’s as if all the liquid life has been sucked from me through a narrow straw. I’m lifeless, full of dry holes.
That was the only word the man done spoke, standin’ there in the sun like a dehydrated raccoon. I chewed on my cud a bit, let the word sink in a while. Raised the tip of my cap some, so’s to get a better look at the fella, and asked the only sensible thing:
Dehydrated. I think back to all the discovery channel programs I’ve viewed and thought, “You’ll never find me in the middle of a fucking desert.” And yet, here I am, trudging through the interminable dunes of sand and getting an ass whooping from the sun. My skin is beyond fried. Hallucination sets in. Death seems like the preferred choice.
i was on a bike ride today, i only made it up a big hill near my house and down the road, id say i biked about 8k in total before i started to get dizzy, i ended up on the side of the road looking dead trying to rehydrate myself.
drink water to prevent that
if wehtehr is hot you get dehydrated, don’t forget to bring water with you
specially when we go climbing we need more water
thirsty parched horrified desert miserable salty poverty desperate isolated lacking sodium water moisture body plant life death wanting need suffering dry weak faint
parched empty hungover, like a prune, shrivelled and weak from lack of liquid. bags under my eyes and a deathly pallor. too many late nights and gin and red wine.
thirsty. desert. nothing but sand, grit, sweat releasing everything but I can’t help it. Water! no hydration. hasn’t been too long, but long enough. I can’t hold on much longer…
i was feeling a bit down and around when a faucet was standing at my door, i invited him in to hear of his sin and ask for some pourage some more. he loved the idea so he drew me quite near and insisted i followed my fear
pearls and four-leafed clovers.
i don’t want to lose you.)
– – –
(for today’s word:
dehydrated
you’ve tied me down
and covered my head in a towel
pour water on my face
unrelenting
when i said i was
thirsty for a little more affection
i did not mean
it like this
parched with wanting
you forgot that even i can drown
from all this love that i
can’t swallow)
It wasn’t so much about the fact that we were out of water, or tired, or lost. It was about the fact that none of us had ever known any type of discomfort. And now for the first time, we were at our wit’s end and we had no one to call to clean up after us.
I’m running out. Out of water. I’m dying. It hurts. I hurt. Fading. Gone. I’m gone. It’s dark.
In serious need of water because the dessert is an extremely hot place and my lungs and burning. This all happened so suddenly I can’t remember where my camel is.
thirsty as hell, hot weather, desert, dry, stranded, bleh, survival, stories on tv stupid ones at that, no water.
thirsty so thirsty skin parched and dry cracking creasing dying. water for the one who lacks, please?
I had been sat in that desert for as long as I could remember, how long that was exactly I did not know. Time did not move there, everything was the same, every second of every minute of every hour was the same. A constant, unchanging torture. A torture that involved slowly draining every last inch of water from my extremely dehydrated body.
I can’t think. I can’t speak. My mouth is dry and my persona, dryer. The sun glares down at me and hits me with all it’s fury. Water. I need water. The sand stretches for miles and miles and I stand in the centre, looking towards infinity. Infinity is just more sand and a couple of cacti for company. Every now and then I’ll see a glimmer of liquid – of hope, but as I stagger towards it, it disappears. With every second, my thirst grows and my body slowly dies. I wait, for an inevitable death.
some may say i am dehydrated
that i have needed water in my lungs for days and days beyond days
but i say i am just fine
bottles floated along the way
along the waves
that caught me
Marcy opened her eyes slowly. She felt weird, her body felt weird and she was in pain. Opening her eyes didn’t help the situation. She was upside down, still in her seat belt, but the car was upside down. The windshield was smashed in and there was glass all over the car. Marcy realized she had been in the car for quite a while and was probably dehydrated as well as suffering internal injuries.
I am dehydrated from going hard last night at the dance. It wasnt like me and because of that my body isnt acting how it normally would. It seems the more water I drink the more my body hates it but I need it, I know I do. This is when mind surpasses body. My tongue cleaves to my clay throat
Somtimes when I drink too much alcohol, I get very dehydrated. And I then feel like shit, becuase I dont have enough water in my cranium. Shame, its a horrible feeling, but what comes before, is great. INEBREAtION!!!!!! Not condoning, just saying its
Thirstily anyone can become dehydrated easy enough. A man walking through a blazing hot desert, his feet dragging behind him at a pace of half a mile a minute will certainly feel dehydrated, a child left in a car mid-summer during a parental weekly shopping trip can get dehydrated. Raisen by their very definition are dehydrated, but this is considered macarbe umongst grapes and rarely spoken of.
need water, thirsty, so thirsty. deserts… walking through a desert, the sun beating down on your back. all you can think of is water, water glorious water. maybe off in the distance you catch a glimpse of… nothing. still you walk thirsty and weak
i feel bad for the kids around the world that are suffering due to dehydration. water is a basic necessity and should be available to all. The world should spend money on providing clean drinking water to third world countries rather than fighting stupid wars.
to have a need for water
to be thirsty
to want to have a drink
opposite of hydrated
The boy was dehydrated after running from the bull for over 45 minutes. Then he got a drink and
I think water is just like people. It has life and emotions and has the power too keep other people running. It gives you energy, the energy you can’t without if you don’t have it. Sad, de-energized.
thirsty, really thirsty light headed can’t walk tired so tired want sleep need sleep where is the water? I need water water the fuel of life I need water i am thirsty water please
Did you know you can cheat and use the back key to write more – makes you look smart and like an excellent typist!!!
Simon was far too dehydrated to keep walking. His canteen was more than just dry – its inners were practically turned to bone, lifeless material with no marrow to suck. He stopped at the nearest yield sign and propped himself against the thin metal beam, closing his aching eyes. There were still two miles left to go before he hit town.
Lips chapped and eyes glazed over, I stared up at the sun, pondering. There was something spectacular about it today, an exotic band of shifting color surrounding it, barely discernable underneath the harsh glare. Perhaps I was witnessing a rare planetary phenomenon.
Or maybe the dehydration was just setting in.
It is as if I can’t cry. How will I know when what I’m feeling is too much? There is no way to tell. I am too functional. My optimism fools everyone.
She was always a fan of the crisp, crunchy nature of dehydrated fruit but whenever she attempted to share with her friends, they simply could not overcome the concept. It sounded utterly unappealing despite the fact that dehydrated fruits tasted more like candy than anything.
I am probably really dehydrated right now. It’s because I don’t drink enough water. That’s because I drink way too much Coke and Nestea, which aren’t exactly good sources to get hydrated. I don’t understand why I don’t just drink more water, especially after grade nine, when I was literally addicted to the caffeine I consumed.
When I was playing wheelchair tennis back in 1993, I was in Fresno, California for a tennis tournament, and on the court it was 125 degrees, talk about dehydrated!
maybe the coffee wouldn’t really help the dryness in his mouth. it’d actually make it worse. but, maybe the visit to the coffee shop could shed a little rain on him somehow.
his heart had been experiencing a pretty severe drought.
My biggest turn on. I guess its slightly masochistic of me, but i can’t help it. the feeling of no water and the dry throat and the scarping of my tongue and scratiness of my throat. I just absolutely LOVE it. It’s euphoric!
I havent drank water in days. I feel like I have nothing left in me, I yearn for the wetness of something liquid in my mouth. I need to swallow some water, get it in my system before i can’t go on any longer. Please I dont want to be dehydrated anymore, i need the
I could feel the scales of my tongue as it scraped the roof of my mouth. my walking has become irregular, im going to die in a matter of an hour at the maximum. My foot hit a rock and i stumbled. On the ground i had no strength to stand back up and the blackness of death closed in.
So much water in my system…a body made of 70% water…but I still feel dehydrated. Why is that? It’s as if all the liquid life has been sucked from me through a narrow straw. I’m lifeless, full of dry holes.
“Freeze dried, is more like it!” he moped.
“Yeah, well it’s something, so eat it and shut up.”
The need for something, typically water; although we can be at a need or want for many different things.
I’m dehydrated. Can’t continue. Can’t walk. Barely breathe. Vision flickers and fades. Need nourishment. Shutting down.
“Chiblets.”
That was the only word the man done spoke, standin’ there in the sun like a dehydrated raccoon. I chewed on my cud a bit, let the word sink in a while. Raised the tip of my cap some, so’s to get a better look at the fella, and asked the only sensible thing:
“What in the hell’s a chiblets?”
Dehydrated. I think back to all the discovery channel programs I’ve viewed and thought, “You’ll never find me in the middle of a fucking desert.” And yet, here I am, trudging through the interminable dunes of sand and getting an ass whooping from the sun. My skin is beyond fried. Hallucination sets in. Death seems like the preferred choice.
i was on a bike ride today, i only made it up a big hill near my house and down the road, id say i biked about 8k in total before i started to get dizzy, i ended up on the side of the road looking dead trying to rehydrate myself.
drink water to prevent that
if wehtehr is hot you get dehydrated, don’t forget to bring water with you
specially when we go climbing we need more water
thirsty parched horrified desert miserable salty poverty desperate isolated lacking sodium water moisture body plant life death wanting need suffering dry weak faint
parched empty hungover, like a prune, shrivelled and weak from lack of liquid. bags under my eyes and a deathly pallor. too many late nights and gin and red wine.
thirsty. desert. nothing but sand, grit, sweat releasing everything but I can’t help it. Water! no hydration. hasn’t been too long, but long enough. I can’t hold on much longer…
i was feeling a bit down and around when a faucet was standing at my door, i invited him in to hear of his sin and ask for some pourage some more. he loved the idea so he drew me quite near and insisted i followed my fear
(for yesterday’s word that i missed:
darling
pearls and four-leafed clovers.
i don’t want to lose you.)
– – –
(for today’s word:
dehydrated
you’ve tied me down
and covered my head in a towel
pour water on my face
unrelenting
when i said i was
thirsty for a little more affection
i did not mean
it like this
parched with wanting
you forgot that even i can drown
from all this love that i
can’t swallow)
It wasn’t so much about the fact that we were out of water, or tired, or lost. It was about the fact that none of us had ever known any type of discomfort. And now for the first time, we were at our wit’s end and we had no one to call to clean up after us.