Drunk Thoughts Are Sober Novels & Stories

He stood by the bar, debating on whether or not to pour himself a drink before speaking up. “Do you think that it would be rational for me to drink, drink, and drink until I was knocked out? Would I not remember all of this when I’m sober again? Would I wake up from this nightmare?” He asked, not turning to face me. I took a step toward him, my heart throbbing with each step I took, and standing by his side, I put my hand over his bloodied one, closing my eyes when he tried removing 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.

I stripped of my clothes, now stepping into the shower and preparing to have a bath. It’s been a while I went to the club and to be honest, after the very hectic week I just had. I desire a day to just get drunk and not think about Aaron because no matter how much I try to not think about him, he is constantly in my thoughts but today, I won’t have him occupying a space because I’ll be getting so drunk, I won’t be able to walk.

Mark urges. "Like who?" I inquire. "I'm not sure, how about Max, or even me?" he suggests. "I won't blame you. You didn't do anything to cause this," I defend him. "You get what I mean. Just don't blame yourself," he insists. "Okay," I agree as we reach the truck, with Charlie not far behind. I realized that another common saying is "the drunk mind speaks the sober heart." The following morning, getting out of bed is a challenge. I feel terrible - my head throbs, my voice is hoarse, and my stomach aches.

I run my hands into my head, like I'm going insane. We all don't say anything again as we are trying to calm down and think, and fucking think about the next thing to do. While I am on the couch I have alcohol by my side, I drink and try to make my mind clear but the more I think and drink the blurrier it is and confused I am.

Asher consumes so much of my thoughts that when I try not to think about him, I end up thinking about him even more. "Hell yeah! I can't wait to get drunk out of my senses. I just want to enjoy the lightheadedness alcohol gives me. Not having the weight of my thoughts on my head and just enjoying myself." I just sigh, already wanting the alcohol daze to take over me.

If… we did, would she hate me? We stood in front of the elevators and the noise of him pressing the arrow button slapped me to attention. The more these questions swirled in my mind, the more the hold weakened. These thoughts and questions are too much for drunk Gabe. This is dangerous territory. Sober Gabe would agree. Drunk Gabe needs to wait for Sober Gabe. Sober Gabe will make the right decisions. I nod. Yes. Sober Gabe will make the right choice. But.

Zachary fell silent before saying, “I’m sober.” Grandma May’s method of sobering him up could end up fatal if his waking came too late. He would have to wait to reconcile with Serenity in Heaven then. “Can your problems be solved by drowning your sorrows?” Zachary shook his head. “At least I can forget my troubles for a moment.” “Are your troubles still here now that you’re awake? Or does it feel worse? You can say anything and do anything when you’re drunk. You might think it’s a dream, but you could be acting it out in real life.”

- 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. (...)

Something told me that whatever he had in mind was going to be one of his stupid ideas that never work. He dragged me into the bathroom, I was then forced into the bathtub full of ice blocks and water. Every inch of my body felt it. I was being held back into the water so I couldn't get out. I felt like I was dying, slowly. I swear, I went from drunk to sober. My brain was finally working properly again.