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A old rusty boat boat sits on the wrinkled cracks of the dried out mud,accommodating the less fortunate. That's where I live,well, lived. My bed was nothing but a threadbare blanket laid on top of the wooden planks of the floor. The floor wasn't any better it's self, it had a thick layer of mould covering every splinter of wood that was there and dead mice and rats laid upside down in the dark corners of the boat. Ten of us lived on that boat, all of our 'beds' squished together. Nobody ever got sleep, the creak of the rust on the boat echoed throughout the empty land as loud as a angry lion hunting for food.
On the boat my mother provided me with bits of dried out dead animals to eat and tiny drops of water to drink. I never knew how she got it, she used to leave me for a few days and then come back to the boat with 'food and drink' I have asked her before but she never told me. She said that it was her secret. She told me that I had to be grateful for the 'luxuries' that I get and always pray for the dead and be happy I'm not like them.
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Not A Drop To Drink
AdventureMelissa, a young girl is fighting a battle. A very big battle. The battle of life or death In her country there has been a massive drought. Most of the people have died in her country from the drought. But there is some still living, this includes h...
