Sober On A Drunk Planet Novels & Stories

I want them to feel an ounce of pain that I feel. But this is the real world. And I simply have to bury my pain under a smile. Or under the strongest store-bought whiskey. And that is how twenty minutes later, I find myself in the park across my apartment, sitting on a swing, down an entire bottle. Getting drunk isn’t as easy when you have shifter metabolism. But one bottle is enough to make me buzzed And right now, I’m so happily buzzed. I stare at the night sky, the second bottle dangling from my fingers. Life is so easy when you don’t have a care in the world.

she announces. Mick tries to hide his face in the couch and mumbles for everyone to leave, that he's ashamed. Jim, a big man who always shares in the group how his divorce triggered his drinking, chuckles softly. "Don't worry, kid. I had a relapse in my second week. Alberta had to retrieve my drunk ass from my son's wedding," he says. "I had my relapse at three years after losing my job. I started counting again, and I've been sober for a year now. There's nothing to be ashamed of," Celeste, another group member, says.

Perhaps one might think that they had given all they had, but to the other party, it was nothing more than trouble. Evan supported Matthias’ weight with difficulty. Although Matthias looked thin, he was quite heavy when he was drunk. Evan recalled reading from a book that a drunk person’s weight was two times heavier than when they were sober. Now, he could totally relate to what he had read. He was a frail man himself, so it took him a lot of effort to bring Matthias back to his home. If it weren’t because Matthias was still somewhat conscious, both of them would have slept over in Caliph Nightclub. Looking around this familiar place, Matthias shook his head. “Is this my home?” He appeared

What I really wanted was some vodka instead. ******************** Growing up in Siberia was difficult for me, but I always found solace in drinking. I drank to keep warm, I drank to drown out my loneliness, I drank to sleep in peace so the nightmares wouldn’t come. The only caveat being how mean I get while I’m drunk. When I lived on the streets by myself, I didn’t bother anyone. I’d drink and pass out mercifully. After I met my first girlfriend, Olya, I stopped drinking because of how often I’d snap in irritation and make her cry. My sobriety only lasted a short while, since I found her cheating on me after I’d saved enough money to rent us a small little room out of the cold. Returning to

“Well, since you're here. Let's just drink and forget. I get over this feeling, you heal from what's bothering you.” “Sounds good.” Damon concurs, refilling his glass and pours me a drink. I shift slightly. I can't. Dr. Emerald's words echoed in my head. If I'm helping Tamara out in this phase, then I need to stay sober. They're both staring at me when I don't pick my glass. “I can't drink,” They both shared a glance. Seb chuckles. “What now? Staying off alcohol?” Oh. Right. I haven't told them yet.

Seeing how stressed I was he tried to lighten up the conversation by smiling and saying, “Ok, cool where is the liquor at? If you need him here that’s how you do it. Apparently, he really likes Jim Beam, so let’s start with that.” All I could do was laugh after that. It’s been a couple of years since Robby has had any liquor, because of the “Bob” problem. One shot is all it takes, and Robby is gone, but “Bob” is too good at playing Robby. Nobody knows the difference until he has drunk a fifth or more, than “Bob” drops the act and is total darkness and evil. Picking at me and picking at me; trying to get me pissed enough to switch myself to Orna. I’m not going to lie, just Robby can drink, he

He closed the door behind him and walk to see me. “You came home,” I stated and move near him. “Do we have a problem?” I answered him by shaking my head. “I just want to drink. I still get drunk after two shots.” He just chuckles at me and take me for a hug. Wear stayed for that for meantime. We both waited for me to be sober up. Which happened after I eat a tub of ice cream. “Yum,” I said and lick the spoon. “Good now?” I nodded.

Joshua's pov: My eyes were becoming heavy and they closed. Someone yanked me from the collar and pushed me on the ground. When all the hands get off from me I thought they stopped. Suddenly a very chilling cold liquid was poured on me. When I slowly raised my head to see what it was but was not able to see what it was because of my blurry vision. "Stop." someone unfamiliar voice yelled but I was too numb to recognize the voice. I rubbed my eyes and then tried to see, they were emptying their coke can on me. I tried to shook my head but I didn't have that much strength. The coke was drenching my clothes and they were now stuck to my body completely.

I seem to feel my emotions more intensely, my anger exploding from my chest, my happiness making me want to sing out loud. On the other hand, I’m experiencing a lot of blackouts. And even if I’m an avid drinker when I have the chance to be, I can’t remember drinking so much lately to justify such episodes. It would look like I’m on the strangest but most awesome trip ever. If it wasn’t for Nitwit Helades who keeps dragging me down. But maybe after we boned it will be different. “Huhuhu,” I laugh to myself, pressing my glass to my lips as if I were trying to get a sound by blowing over its brim. “Hopefully, he will be a bit nicer now.”

"It’s enough." I felt the room tipping slightly. I was tipsy, my senses dulled and my inhibitions fading into nothingness. I yanked my hand back, feeling a surge of defiant, drunken frustration. "I’m here to drink my sorrow away, Darius! My life is a complete mess right now. My father is in a cell, my mother is living in a dump, and I’m broke and jobless. Why am I even alive? Let me have some more drinks, Alpha!"