Soberish For October Novels & Stories

"Is this necessary, Adrian? We're almost divorced." Now he stood before me, clutching my arm, his tone serious. "At least for this month, unblock me. After all, in a month we still have to go together to finalize the divorce, don't we?" I knew it was just an excuse, but he wasn't wrong. We'd still have to meet once more. After a moment's thought, I agreed. Right there in front of him, I unblocked his contact on one app. "Just your messages, Adrian. That's it. Everything else… We'll see in a month."

Stay away, away, away And stay away, away, away And stay away, I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind I'm hearing voices and they're haunting my mind And stay away, I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind I shouldn't be so pessimistic, it was a good thing. Noah would never do anything to hurt me, so I thanked him as he handed me my milkshake. Sipping away as he began driving again. Completely oblivious to the substance he had dropped into my drink. Black out days I don't recognise you anymore

The air in the boardroom was thick with smoke and tension. Sienna could feel it clinging to her skin as if the walls themselves had soaked up decades of violence and whispered threats. The table was long, sleek, polished wood, but the men around it carried an edge sharper than any blade. Their tailored suits couldn’t disguise the tattoos crawling up their necks, the scars etched into their hands, the aura of men who had killed before—and would do it again.

Rodrick said more to himself than to Rimidal. He moved forward then, stepping past the shadowy form of his master. As soon as he passed by him, Rimidal's laughter filled the room and with it, the image of Serina vanished. The dense fog that had engulfed them suddenly began to thin and fade. The blue flames of the chandelier which cast an eerie light throughout the fog flickered twice before returning to normal. Just as quickly as it had all come, everything was gone. The people and the objects that were obscured by Rimidal's fog reappeared in perfect sight.

the guy said and left. Charles glanced at the papers again. "Seems, we will be seeing more of each other soon... Hailey" he muttered with a smile. **** ALL SOULS BAR*** "A bottle of Vodka please!" A guy yelled. "Two bottles of Tequila," another one yelled. Hailey went to and fro and she served the customers. The bar was so filled today that she wondered if she came to the wrong place. "Gosh! This work is becoming tiring" Abby complained once they had the chance to rest for a bit.

"He'll take you back, Sophie. He just needs to calm down. Everything will be fine." Tears filled my eyes again. "I'm such a screw up!" "No you're not, cupcake. Come on, let's get you home. You can take a nap in your own bed and collect your thoughts. You'll be all right, I promise." The ride home was quiet. I was pretty sure that Jackson was getting sick of being sensitive. After a couple minutes, he turned the radio on. It was on a heavy metal station, and the volume was cranked to an ungodly level. I still had a bit of a headache and the music certainly wasn't helping. I turned down the volume a bit, and Jackson glared over at me.

My senses are heightened and taut, tight as a wire as I try to keep one eye on the door and one on my friends, hoping I look casual and not anxious. Come on, football players! Let’s get this over with so I can get my ass home and put on regular clothes, raid my fridge, and watch Big Bang Theory. Three tequilas in and only half an hour has passed. Plus, I’m still sober. I glare at my shot glass, contemplating an entire bottle. Why does each moment that passes feel so dang slow? Still, I look back up and give the group a sweeping smile. Here I am, happy as a clam, it says.