The Sober Diaries Novels & Stories

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

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.”

"We all have different kind of poison, the one that's mild, the one that makes you dizzy, but this one?...this one was the most toxic of them all ... SOPHIE ... Dark shade eyeglass- Check Big hat- Check Umbrella- Check Self esteem?....Self esteem- Not Check, cause it was ruined, completely, brutally, awfully ruined, cause ever since that damn day, which was two days ago. I have become some kind of spy that was literally masked up and hiding away, cause I might bump into him anywhere, and...and God, so far am literally going mad, cause I remembered that diary also contained how my high school life was a cramp

I opened the cover revealing the thin gray lines running down the first page and grabbed a pen from the cup on the left hand side of the desk. Dear Diary, I don't even know where to start considering that this will be my first time "reflecting" on what my mother would call "sinful mistakes". I don't know what the opinion of a girly ass pink diary would be on the topic but prepare yourself for the story of a lifetime. I don't want to leave out the back story and I've gotta start somewhere right, so why not at the beginning?

I am Sandra and I live in a small country in Europe with my smaller brother and my parents. Brought this Diary last week and I thought I should record my daily life here. So today is 23/9/2023 just another day during the winter holidays between the two semesters. That’s why I had a lot of time and I spent my days taking long baths, masturbating, reading and watching stuff on the internet. Every weekend I would get out with my friends to have fun but I was mostly at home which I was enjoying to its fullest.

The diary, a vessel of memories, became a bridge that connected the present to a past brimming with hope, love, and the indomitable spirit of a woman who had left an indelible mark on their hearts. The room was cloaked in a poignant silence as Larry continued to turn the pages of Sophia's diary. Margaret, Sandra, and Abigail sat huddled together, their eyes fixed on the weathered parchment that held the remnants of Sophia's dreams. The air seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken emotions, the collective sorrow of dreams left unfulfilled.

Thaddeus says. I join them at the window, staring at the walking corpses below. “Oh hell, no. Uh-uh,” Thaddeus grunts. “I’m way too sober for this shit.” “I agree,” I say. “There should be whiskey behind the bar.” I turn to Jaeger. “Fetch Deimos’s diaries.” He frowns at me and fearfully looks at the door. “You want me to leave? Go out there?”

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

I pulled away and walked back into the house, “Then stay out of my head.” I searched the house for something to drink, stronger than water. I went to Billy’s room because I was sure he had a bottle somewhere. Ann liked her Vodka and he loved Jack Daniels. And with one peek under the bed, I’d hit the mother load. I pulled out the Vodka and sat on the floor, my back against the bed. I wished I’d never read that diary. I should have kept those pages closed and stuck with the pictures. With all the courage I had mastered up to paste the pictures of my dead family on to it, the newspaper clippings and my new family’s pictures. Only to find out that they are all being soiled by my father’s selfish

Moving over to sit on the other side of me Indigo laid a supportive hand on my shoulder, "I know that I'll never- that we will never really ever understand what you've been through or what it's like to be you and I know I'm not the greatest person to vouch for my brothers, I mean Noah was young when I left and Sebastian well he was as normal as a teenager in a dysfunctional family could be, he was distant, he got angry, he had mood swings." Smiling over to me she continued, "but what I think Embry, is that ever since you've got here you've seemed so sad, so scared and lost. But when I see you after hanging out with Sebastian you don't seem so down, and I think as much as I shouldn't tell you