Drunk Mind Speaks Sober Thoughts Novels & Stories

You ask me what I'm thinking about I tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend Even while sober, it didn’t seem like a crazy idea to Eden. She made a secret mental note to not drink too much at the party later that night. She wanted to be in her senses when it happens, she wanted to experience everything, every sensation, and every tingle. She wanted to feel all of it. Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl

“Damn it, that old pervert spiked my drink” I cursed under my breath, further muttering incoherent obscenities. The hallway was dimly lit, as I staggered across, movement unsteady, my mind dazed, fogged with effects of the liquor and drug coursing through my veins, body burning with unfathomable feelings that I could not decipher, feelings for sudden need, desire to get laid, drown by the touch of man. what with the sudden crave for the heat of man, something in my sane mind I wouldn’t acknowledge, but as the moment my instructive thought took precedence.

A man empty of life, of joy. “Not very much. Enough to feel guilty.” He clears his throat sharply before his fork clangs against his plate. “Why? Did I say something stupid? You know, you can’t trust what a person says when they’re drunk. A person’s rational thought process isn’t there.” He forgets I went to college, though he’s probably so deep in denial that he never imagined me going to parties. Like, I don’t know what it’s like to be drunk. Like, I don’t know that a person is far more honest when intoxicated than sober. Rational thoughts make you lie; when you're drunk, the truth pours out.

What is the fastest way to get your mind off things? “I need a drink” Halfway through his second glass of whiskey, Dr. Brown's words came floating back in his mind. “Running is easier but it eventually wears you out” He let the glass fall to the table with a loud thud. “I am already worn out as it is.” He muttered under his breath. He couldn't remember the last time he ran to alcohol to fix his head. Going back to this bad habit would definitely have terrible consequences. “I need to keep running for a little longer but this is not working”

Alex’s POV I stirred awake, head pounding like a hammer striking an anvil. An effect of my liquor downpour last night.. As I sat up I felt the room tilt, my body still heavy from the liquor I had drowned myself in. Then memories surged “Come on Baby.. let me give you a good time…” a ladies voice echoed “Get your fucking whore hands off me bitch..” my voice bellowed followed by clashes of glasses I rubbed my forehead in frustration then another voice came soaring into my subconscious.

Athena. "People tend to reveal their true nature when they are under the influence of alcohol. They reveal their true nature, thoughts, and feelings. Darkness is this alcohol, it doesn't change you if you do not permit it to. It enhances your feelings and whispers thoughts into your head making you feel intoxicated by the power it gives. And then you open up to it and accept it. Let it swallow you whole. That is the darkness, it makes you feel free like a drunken person, and once you are drunk with it. It had taken its place in your heart, mind, body, and soul."

​I stood in the doorway, my weapon raised, my eyes wide with terror. I saw him. He was motionless, his head slumped against the headrest, wires snaking from his scalp like parasitic vines. The blue light in his eyes was dim, flickering like a dying candle. ​I took one step forward, the floor beneath me slick with frost. Julian’s eyes drifted toward me. There was no recognition in them—not yet. The wipe was halfway through. The man who knew my name was struggling to find his way back through the wreckage of his own mind.

he chuckled and I just shook my head thinking about their habit. "Drinks?" He asked while my eyes scanned the drinks placed on the table. It has been few years since I distance myself from all those drinks that make me drunk but tonight I just feel tempted to make myself drunk so I can forget all the negative feelings that eat me alive. "Make me drunk tonight," I said which make him gasped. "Woah, calm down friend. What happens after years of staying sober?" He looked at me surprised at my request. "My mind is kinda messed right now. I just want to clear everything out," I poured the beer in the empty glass and gulped it in one goal ignoring his gaze.

I looked around the room, sipping more liquor. I should stop. My mind was telling me to take a break, to drink a glass of water, to breathe in the open air, but my hand didn’t stop. My mind was warning me about the drunk Lauren that was going to come out after a few sips of this hard liquor. That version of me was worse than anything that had ever happened in this world.

Nah, he ordered. "Okay, "I answered and managed to keep my mouth shut. "I get what you are trying to say. It wasn't you talking, it was the alcohol. I get it and that is cool but I might have seen it somewhere that a drunk mind speaks sober thoughts." I groaned. "Nathaniel..." "But I get it. Maybe it doesn't apply to you. I totally get it." He said. Why do I get the feeling that he was teasing me? He was enjoying my predicament a little more than he should be enjoying it.