Drunk Mind Speaks Sober Thoughts Novels & Stories

I asked, sounding like a slut, I never thought I would say this when I was sober and away from myself. "Not tonight. I don't want to get you drunk, I want to fuck you conscious." The night was perfect, Mauricio was great company. We drank until we had had enough, I felt my head spinning and I only know that I must have said a lot of shit, it's typical of when I get drunk. (...)

“I am not having this talk with you. We will converse better after you are sober.” In a flash, he is on his feet, blocking my path. His movements are surprisingly quick for someone so drunk, and I take a step back, my heart racing. “I am not drunk,” he slurs, his hands reaching for my face. “Can you not see? I am not intoxicated, for goodness sake. That boy is not good for you.”

The smell that had me intoxicated till yesterday appeared to me today as if it were an illness. This was the distinction between drunk and sober. In drunkenness, right and wrong do not matter, and only the enjoyment of one's heart matters. However, in the right sense, it is also necessary to consider what is right and wrong, as well as the feelings of others. I can't reverse what has happened.I'll go back and tell Harsh the whole truth as soon as I have a chance. Now, if he wishes to leave me and go on, I will respect his decision.

he mumbled, his speech slow and labored, as if each word was a struggle to form. His sentences were fragmented, his thoughts seemingly lost in a haze of pain and disconnection from reality. "I thought... maybe... just maybe... you were here..." His voice was filled with a profound sadness, the words of a man who had lost touch with what was real and what was imagined.

As if she’d already figured it out before we even agreed on voiding the agreement. “I like you better when you’re not drunk.” “They say, a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts, bitch.” Then he slapped my knee. “Answer me.” “I think you already know why.” “No. You won’t get away with this easily, Mr.” She shrugged. “Wine, please?” “You don’t wanna have a hangover when Gio comes back.”

He placed a glass on my lips and I drank from it, I imagined my mum's reaction if she ever sees me in this state, she would rain thunder and brimstone on me, I giggled as I thought about her reaction, I yawned, "I feel so sleepy" I murmured, my voice was slurred, why wasn't I sobering up? Instead, I was feeling so strange, my mates are in there, drinking and dancing, and none of them is feeling terrible like me, why can't I just be like them? Aires will be so disappointed in me already, I made to move but my body would not listen to me, "I want to go inside" I managed to murmur and I felt Henry's hit breath on my cheeks,

She didn’t even care to greet her. Zoya frowned hearing Nandini’s words. She was surprised at first as Nandini never called her so early in the morning and she was not certainly ready for this question. She took some time to register everything before answering. “As far as I know every word said by a drunk person is true. They only say the things hidden in the back of their minds, which he never wants to say in a sober state. In a drunk state, people become what they are not in real life or what they try to hide behind their day to day life mask.”

Edric I knew I was drunk. It wasn’t the kind where I became loose and couldn’t carry my limbs around by my own will. No. This was the light kind of drunk…the one where I couldn’t carry my thoughts. The one where ideas became so enlightening, they couldn’t stay in just my head alone. They had to live with others.

While she was thinking about what had happened to Brendan yesterday during the run, she couldn't help asking, "Sterling, let me ask you something. Will we recall something from a long time ago after getting drunk?" Sterling thought for a while. "It's not impossible. The mind is uncontrollable when drunk, and the brain will occasionally deceive itself, such as occasionally going back in time to the student days and making you think that you still have to go to school." Deirdre nodded. It seemed that she really worried too much yesterday. … "Mr. Brighthall, you've arrived?" Emily got up from her seat. "I ordered a glass of milk for you, and we'll start after you finish drinking it."

I felt better, leaving the bottle on the kitchen counter, I dragged myself back to my room and stayed there for the next few minutes. I tried focusing on the TV, not wanting to shut it because it made me feel like I was not alone. I started dozing off because of being too drunk and then finally, I was sleeping peacefully. My mind was at ease, there were no scary thoughts or fear of losing anyone. Now that I was drunk, I couldn’t really think properly. I was imagining Silas whispering my name, how silly? “Octavia!” I heard him complain, trying to wake me up with his voice only.