‘The Dry Lands’ Launch Party – Game 2!

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Game 2 should be interesting. πŸ˜‰ I pulled an excerpt from The Dry Lands but took out a few things. I want you to fill in the blanks (copy and past the excerpt with your words in a comment)! Have fun with it! πŸ˜€

The Workers had tossed him out like the _____; a piece of _____ no longer needed. Just like that β€” his life was supposed to be over. With a grunt and a considerable amount of _____, he bent his _____ at the _____, cringing as the sound of his _____ rubbed unnaturally against the _____ sustained from the fall. The dry air zapped all moisture from his mouth and he _____ to keep from _____ out the _____ that swirled around his tongue. _____ was precious in the Dry Lands. Even if one was lucky enough to end up in the unforgiving desert with water, a man simply did not _____ out his life-source onto the _____ earth because of a little sand.

10 thoughts on “‘The Dry Lands’ Launch Party – Game 2!

  1. carpediem5366 says:

    The Workers had tossed him out like the old bath water he felt like; a piece of meat no longer needed. Just like that old cartoon his life was supposed to be over. With a grunt and a considerable amount of despair, he bent his knees at the Joint, cringing as the sound of his groaning legs rubbed unnaturally against the worn out wall sustained from the fall. The dry air zapped all moisture from his mouth and he clapped his hands to keep from screaming out the profanity that swirled around his tongue. A job was precious in the Dry Lands. Even if one was lucky enough to end up in the unforgiving desert with water, a man simply did not just get fired and live out his life-source onto the heated earth because of a little sand.

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  2. Diane says:

    The Workers had tossed him out like the trash; a piece of junk no longer needed. Just like that β€” his life was supposed to be over. With a grunt and a considerable amount of effort, he bent his legs at the knees, cringing as the sound of his pants rubbed unnaturally against the open wounds sustained from the fall. The dry air zapped all moisture from his mouth and he held his breath to keep from puking out the sand that swirled around his tongue. Life was precious in the Dry Lands. Even if one was lucky enough to end up in the unforgiving desert with water, a man simply did not pour out his life-source onto the tortured earth because of a little sand.

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  3. Amy Laboy says:

    The Workers had tossed him out like the garbage; a piece of filth no longer needed. Just like that β€” his life was supposed to be over. With a grunt and a considerable amount of effort, he bent his leg at the knee, cringing as the sound of his pants rubbed unnaturally against the wound sustained from the fall. The dry air zapped all moisture from his mouth and he fought to keep from spitting out the saliva that swirled around his tongue. Water was precious in the Dry Lands. Even if one was lucky enough to end up in the unforgiving desert with water, a man simply did not give out his life-source onto the molten earth because of a little sand.

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  4. heartlessauthor says:

    The Workers had tossed him out like the molded vegetables; a piece of garbage no longer needed. Just like that β€” his life was supposed to be over. With a grunt and a considerable amount of pain, he bent his arm at the elbow, cringing as the sound of his chainmail rubbed unnaturally against the bruises sustained from the fall. The dry air zapped all moisture from his mouth and he clamped his mouth shut to keep from spiting out the blood that swirled around his tongue. Moisture was precious in the Dry Lands. Even if one was lucky enough to end up in the unforgiving desert with water, a man simply did not pour out his life-source onto the unforgiving earth because of a little sand.

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  5. Sudha says:

    The Workers had tossed him out like the flying ship; a piece of prison mush no longer needed. Just like that β€” his life was supposed to be over. With a grunt and a considerable amount of energy, he bent his knees at the side knuckles, cringing as the sound of his bones rubbed unnaturally against the sandy dune sustained from the fall. The dry air zapped all moisture from his mouth and he gulped air to keep from running out the magic pulses that swirled around his tongue. A magic pulse was precious in the Dry Lands. Even if one was lucky enough to end up in the unforgiving desert with water, a man simply did not give out his life-source onto the greedy earth because of a little sand.

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