For A Minute I Was Stone Cold Sober Novels & Stories

“Are you drunk?” “I had one drink. That’s hardly enough to get drunk.” “So… you’re sober?” I wanted to know if he was fully in control of his words and actions. “Dead sober,” “Good,” I lifted my chin. “That means you’ll remember this. We can go back to the way we’ve been these past few days. We don’t have to cross paths. We can exist peacefully and mom will never have to find out.”

I no longer felt the need to do drugs because I almost felt like a different person now that I have sobered up. I have been sober for a year and I am so happy with this decision. What made me want to steer clear from drugs is the fact that I realized that I needed to get my life together and start from scratch all over again. I drowned myself in learning new things in here and it was really helping me a lot upon meeting these amazing people who has helped me so much.

His crime becomes mine. “At least fucking spell it right,” I grumble under my breath as I try to wipe the first ‘E’ away. Part of it smudges, but the letter remains. “Damn idiots.” I push away the urge to cry. No more tears, not today. I’ve done enough of that this morning. I remember Stone staring at my egged figure and cringe. I’ll never be able to look at him again. Never be able to make eye contact. Never be able to be in the same room.

"Sure. Good deal." "Jimmy, you gotta be sober. That going to be an issue?" "No. I haven't touched anything in more than three weeks and I'm going to keep that up. But maybe we should start Monday. That'll give me a month dry. Sort of a nice, round number. It's not too bad. I just need to sorta get my head straight. I don't want to be flipping out on people here because I want a drink." "Okay. If that's an issue, Big Mike can help. He's my sponsor."

My mental health and downright survival depended on it. During my shut off from the world, I had binged and smoked at least a pound of weed, went through nearly all the hard liquor in my cabinets, and finished off the bottle of Xanax. Since my funds were getting lower than I’d liked, I created a business plan to get my finances back on track. I had been selfishly living in a foggy haze, attempting to overdose. However, after several failed attempts, I decided to try and make the most of my shitty life. As much as I disliked Maleek, enough time passed of us not speaking; right now, I need to put my pride aside and get back to business. I placed him on the speakerphone and slowly climbed into

They slid down noiselessly, just like they had many times before. However, I knew that this would be the last time. I heard Dylan fall to the ground behind me. Passersby cried out in shock, and there was immediately a commotion. None of that had anything to do with me any longer. I had cut off my past. The world that had caused me so much pain that I had felt suffocated had finally become peaceful once more. I was going to walk toward a future without him. Goodbye, Dylan.

I was the king of rock and roll, after all. If Louis noticed my eyes on him, he didn’t bat an eyelid to acknowledge it. He just continued to stare straight ahead, his freshly bleached blonde head nodding away to whatever song was booming from the speakers. Something poppy, with candy sweet lyrics and a catchy beat. “I’m not going to spoil anything,” I finally gritted out. And I wouldn’t. I was pretty damn sure I wouldn’t. Jax was like a brother to me, and I loved Elodie. If it hadn't been for her, I wouldn’t have gotten sober. That Louis even thought I would do anything to jeopardise their special night was ridiculous. I wasn’t that much of an asshole, no matter what everyone thought. They h

Me , the broke and rejected one? But instead I said : "Wow. I don't know what to say, I mean...". "You're going to be rich. Its What you've always wanted", he said ,patting me on the back. "I'll text you the address. Be there by 9am tomorrow morning. The board would like to talk to you". "Let's get a drink or something", I said. "No. No need. I'm on sobriety. Autumn and I decided stop drinking for the health of Dennis Jnr".

“Then to make matters worse, they used my image in the Alcoholics Anonymous campaign, slapping my face onto every billboard and bus shelter in the entire fucking state. I was lucky they let me into the Vortex Club the other night.” Isobelle laughed. “So that’s why you stick to beer.” Stone-cold sober, I was the paragon of virtue, but after a few Tequila slammers, I got a little uncouth. Hence, the reason I limit my alcohol intake nowadays. We were all spoiled, over-privileged pricks in our hometown. If Isobelle had known us back then, she would have rejected us right there on the spot. “I’m such a boring bitch,” she commented, “I’m a goody two shoes compared to you.”

he coos calmly How in the hell can he be so calm! what in the fuck! why is my body refusing to move! that's when it hit me the coffee he gave me.. it was laced with something and my panic had only made it move threw my system faster. My head was pounding from the drug and impact from the fall as I tried to move away my limbs felt like weights I couldn't move them. "shh that's it baby I promise I wont hurt you, I just need you to be still now" his voice was cold and quiet