Sober On A Drunk Planet Novels & Stories

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.”

Sam, Sandra’s ex-husband, drowned his sorrows in alcohol as usual. It was nothing new. He was sitting in front of the tiny and worn-out television that was placed on an equally worn-out table in the rundown building in which he now lived. He was livid with rage and took solace in his bottles of alcohol, of which there were many scattered at his feet. He needed to start at his job, he knew, because if he didn’t, then he was going to be well and truly screwed. The television was on, but he stared at the images on it through blurred, unseeing eyes as he took another chug of the drink straight from the bottle, or at least, he tried to. The bottle was empty.

I need the shower. Hauling myself over the porcelain edge is a circus act. My thighs wobble, knees nearly buckle, but I get there, palms smacking against the glass wall of the shower as I stumble in. The second the water pelts my skin, hot and clean, it hits me—I’m not drunk, I’m sex-drunk. And this? This sobers me fast.

I shrug. "Haha. You become stupid when you're drunk. This is a club. We have to keep drinking, no? Anyway, you shouldn't continue now. Let me drop you" I shake my head as I didn't want to create any mess here. I swear to God that I won't drink again during my shift. Sid's POV

I wondered how to explain everything to Anya about how I met Sky Mars and became an offering to the god of the elite. “We should stop drinking, Sky,” I said, standing up and hoping to go back to the water to help me get sober, but I got so dizzy that I lost my balance and fell to his lap. I giggled when he caught me, but I stopped laughing when our eyes met. If the heart is a standalone organ in the body, at this point, I think it is doing a hardcore exercise. It was thumping so fast inside my chest that I couldn’t breathe. “If this is the feeling of being drunk, I don’t want to get sober anymore,” I whispered.

Less than a month after the first attack, and he already broke his promise about sobriety. I was trapped. Living with someone that I knew was not going to be sober anymore. I had no job, no money to speak of, and Christmas was in just a few days. I was trapped with a monster, one that when he was sober would tell me he loves me, and when he is drunk hates me. I had never been trapped before. The feeling was like the Earth was crushing down on my shoulders, and I could dig but I would never get to the surface.

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.

I am petite, and I noticed that he was the shorter one among his friends. Nagpakurap-kurap siya at dahan-dahang iginapang ang mga mata sa mukha ko. He had already sleepy and soft eyes, but now that he is literally drunk, the shape of them is more evident. He licked his lower lip and casually threw away his cigarette to the ground. "H-Hello, ma'am..." bati niya nang nakangisi sabay tayo nang maayos kahit ang tagal niyang nagawa iyon. "Kumusta po ang klase?"

TANNER Counting my steps and movement as I paced in the sitting room waiting for her arrival. I was worried and restless. I've been sober for two days and when I might have avoided shutting off my thoughts, sometimes, it gets hard. But now, my mind is starting to go places that are forbidden. I want out. I need a beer. I yearned for it. It's the only thing giving me peace. The only thing keeping me sane. I heard movements outside, and I knew I would be her. I waited patiently for her to come inside. Glancing at the baby, the child is still sleeping peacefully.

They may be thirsty after going all out on the dance floor but they really shouldn’t drink alcohol like it’s water. We started playing Ring of Fire, but were just taking shots randomly. Soon, everyone was drunk, but a few – namely, Landon, Matthew and Clark, are already completely wasted. Landon kept screaming BANANA and Clark was already lying down, muttering something incomprehensible. Matthew was dancing, more like head banging, which makes him even more drunk. I stopped Mel from drinking just in time. I think I’m the only sober one here. And Cameron. Mel and Kasey are only half sober.