Drunk Thoughts Are Sober Feelings Novels & Stories

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.

Tonight, taught me a couple of things. One. That drunk, I feel about Sophie the way she feels about me and I want her in every way; physically, mentally, every way, but when I’m sober that inability to cross the emotional line with her wins me round and puts me back on the side of being unable to go there. Sober I let my head rule and my heart goes back into submission.

I thanked him softly and closed the door, retreating to the solitude of the room once more. I sat on the floor, the bottle of beer in hand. With trembling fingers, I flipped open the cap and took a long, desperate gulp. The bitter liquid burned my throat, and I relished the sensation. It was something, anything, to distract me from the overwhelming weight of my promise. As I drank, my thoughts wandered in a race. The room spun around me, and I welcomed the disorientation. I was still thinking, but the thoughts were like scattered puzzle pieces, impossible to piece together into a coherent whole. That was what I wanted-to get the thoughts off my head.

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."

Valentina’s POV The bar pulsed with energy, the bass thrumming beneath my skin as I swayed to the music with my friends. The world blurred at the edges, softened by the drinks I'd downed too quickly. Colored lights swept across the dance floor, painting everyone in neon hues that made the night feel unreal, dreamlike. We were drunk. Laughing, clinging to each other as we stumbled through half-finished conversations. The vodka shots had melted my usual calculated reserve, leaving my emotions dangerously close to the surface. And at some point, my drunken thoughts drifted where they shouldn't have—toward Dante.

I felt lightheaded and carefree, and for a moment, I seemed to forget about all my problems. I stand up from my chair and everything seems to be spinning around me. My eyes open and close, trying to adjust to the dizziness. I stumble towards the balcony, feeling the cool evening breeze against my face. Holding the drink in my hands, I switch to drinking straight from the bottle, feeling the alcohol burn down my throat. I can't help but giggle to myself, feeling a sense of liberation that only comes from being drunk.

~ THEO’S POV Arriving home, I just collapsed onto the bed, ready to doze off into the night. I was completely drunk, having drowned my sorrows in a haze of alcohol to forget the relentless ache in my heart. My mind was racing, thoughts blasting like fireworks, and it felt like only alcohol could make me feel better but now that I am drunk, the emptiness still clung to me, the same way it did when I saw Laura with her little girl.

She answers and I purse my lips. Maybe it’s a mistake. Amara slides her drink on the counter and we talk about small things to distract my mind while I drink. A few minutes pass and I start to feel the alcohol taking effect. But…something’s odd. An odd, cold feeling grows from the pit of my stomach, coiling to my chest and gripping it in its icy hold. My mind feels so heavy, like someone has placed a huge weight on it and I can’t sense my thoughts anymore. The lines between reality and imagination seem to blur out, making me float in the air.

Confused and feeling that my feet weren't properly planted, I shook my head, so he re-balanced my position. "Miss, stop torturing yourself like this. Alcohol is a bad thing if consumed in excess." He reminded me. I shook my head. "Who said that? I'm not torturing myself. I'm happy! So happy!" I shouted as I raised my arms in excitement despite being unsteady again. Key looked sad. I didn't understand what made him sad when I was thrilled. The alcohol had affected me so ultimately that I could feel various pleasant sensations and no longer thought of anything other than the present.

Wait, why am I embarrassed when I'm just flirting with him? I don't care what he thinks of me. I don’t want to be on earth anymore! My brain probably messes up since I have a hang-over. I slapped my cheeks to remove any thoughts of Dean taking care of me while I was drunk. Damn, I can still see his face. 'You moron, get out of my head! Leave me alone!'