The Sober Diaries Novels & Stories

It was from eight years ago. “Dear Diary, I'm Cindy, I'm seventeen years old, and this marks my first day staying clean and sober. Finally kicked that addiction, and I'm over the moon. I have no friends to share this little triumph with, except for Bianca and Scott. Figured pouring it onto these pages might ease some of the excitement."

-I took a deep breath and continued-: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I do it every, every, every time It's only when I'm lonely Sometimes I just wanna cave And I don't wanna fight I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try Just hold me, I'm lonely. -I looked at the mother-: Momma, I'm so sorry I'm not sober anymore - now to the dad-: and daddy, please forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor -then to the girls- : To the ones who never left me we've been down this road before. I'm so sorry, I'm not sober... Anymore. -my gaze for some reason looked for Connor, I felt my eyes filling with tears as well as the others-. I'm sorry to my futu

My heart cried for his incredible courage. The other man shook his hand and then came to sit beside me. "Hi, my name is Krispin Righteous and I am an alcoholic and a drug addict. I have been sober and drug free for eighteen months. On the worst day of my life, I physically hurt a woman. That was when I reached rock bottom and decided to climb out of the pit. I am a better man but I fight this disease daily."

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

“Holy Mother of God, Gavin. Emma literally hasn’t said ONE word about what happened to Dan’s body. Is . . . is this . . . can it be true?” Gavin sighs deeply, picks up his knife and fork but doesn’t begin eating right away. “Something happened to me about five years ago. It ended my writing career but it changed me, too. Changed me inside, in my head. And that’s why I started drinking so much, even as I somehow managed to earn my teaching certificate and land a job back here. Somehow, deep inside, I knew if I sobered up, started writing sober . . . ” He points at the journal with his knife. “Somehow, I knew I’d eventually start writing stories like that. Stories with truth in them.”

He slowly stood up and people clapped to encourage him as he made his way to the podium. “Hi…my name is Scott,” “Hi, Scott,” They chorused. “Um…I’m an alcoholic. I have been sober maybe twenty hours, I know that’s not much but I gotta start somewhere right? Um, that right there is my daughter. She’s pregnant with twins. My first grandchildren. She looked me in the eyes and said that if I didn’t sober up I would never see her or her children. At first I was furious with her. How dare she give me an ultimatum right?”

In recent days, the weather had been growing increasingly abnormal. Aria told me that the rain falling now was acid rain, which contained large amounts of radioactive substances. I tried to lower my presence, but D still found me. "Pretty girl." "I won't sleep with you," I instinctively said. D's expression immediately darkened. He grabbed my chin and said in the gentlest tone, "That's not up to you." I screamed, howled, and jumped wildly. I broke a cup and smashed a bowl until Aleena came running.

MY MOTHER'S BESTIE The aroma of Chardonnay filled the air in his office, seeping out into the living room like it's trying to lure me in. Five of Steven 's friends sit around in his office, glasses in their hands, ice clicking in them. They're laughing about some sweet business transaction that they had managed to get, when I walked in barefooted, carrying a fresh bottle of Chardonnay in a tray. I've been yearning for my uncle's dick for two whole months.

CHAPTER THIRTY: DREAM GIRL COOPER’S POV The rain hammered the roof of Cooper’s apartment in steady sheets, turning the night into a muffled cocoon of sound. At twenty-eight, Cooper had always kept his darker impulses locked away. He worked construction, kept his truck clean, paid his bills, and never stepped out on Jessica. Still, the thought of Lily, his best friend’s girlfriend had wormed its way under his skin months ago and refused to leave.

“You read the pages I sent. Tell me what you think while we get comfortable.” I sat on the edge of a leather couch, my legs spread a bit, feeling the heat building low in my belly. The whiskey burned going down but loosened my tongue. “Your writing’s raw, Damien. The way you describe the guys fucking, it’s not polite. It’s messy, sweaty, cocks sliding deep, balls slapping, the kind that leaves marks and cum everywhere. I like that. Makes me wonder how much of it comes from real experience.” He moved closer, sitting right next to me instead of across the room.