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."

“Alright, I won’t. I really want to quit drinking, but I can’t handle the nightmares on my own. I think I’d break in a day.” Red leaned backwards and immediately got into it. I know this girl like the back of my hand. If anyone can help me stay sober, it’s perfect, Sheryl. “Well, start by keeping a journal of everything you drink, or take that you know isn’t good for you. Schedule more one-on-one therapy and try to listen instead of just telling yourself that you already know this. Knowing your problems doesn’t fix them. That’s why you’re on antidepressants. Sign up for group therapy, maybe seeing people like you would help. And most importantly, remember that it’s okay to be scared. You’re

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.

Aubrianne gently placed the necklace down, opened the small black suede case, and saw five small vials of a greenish liquid and the diary her mom mentioned. She pulled the small diary out and flipped through some pages casually, and the picture popped out. There he was. Or should I say there they were together, looking like a happy couple? Mr. Thornton and my Mom. Aubrianne felt horrible. How could she be so angry at her deceased mother? She was ashamed. But she was through the roof with the anger of her mother's selfish ways while on this earth. She was also grappling with the fact that she was a Hybrid if her mother was to be believed, and Aubrianne did not know what to think.

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")