Stories tagged “alcoholism”
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Antique Glass
She was already drunk when she stumbled across the bottle. At the bottom of the closet, shoved in the back beneath musty clothes, it sat unassuming and unremembered, a relic Kelly hadn’t known she owned. It was covered in layers of dust and thick...
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The Sign Revealed
As he strained his eyes at the vault above tears formed from the effort. Without rhyme or reason, some part of him was actually hoping for a shooting star. He cursed himself for the cheesiness of the feeling which only renewed the desire to end his lif...
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Second Chancers - Heavy Hangs the Head
Upon his heavy seat at the head of the great hall, Gunnar rested an uneasy head upon a massive fist. The place of honor had been his father’s and his grandfather’s before that. No one spoke of any leader before that, so great had been their...
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Desk #2: Randy Lee
The note landed back on Randy’s desk. He felt encouraged when he read Ben’s support of his plan. Even though Randy figured Ben liked Laura too, he knew Ben wouldn’t have the guts to do anything about it. Besides, Randy was only popula...
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Routine
7:27am My alarm has been going off for 27 minutes; I’m going to be late for work again. They told me three times ago it would be my last time. I wipe the vomit from my face and get dressed. I run some water through my hair and comb out any bits o...
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Doubt...
Palpable Breath lets Of alcohol… Desperate… Losing all control… Seizing no outlet His potential is plentiful But he doubts it He’s hollowing within Apparently the transparent bottle’s Been swallowing him
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Pour me another one
“Ess Eff Ess! Sober for Six!” They cheered, and he drank it in. Their celebration was grandiose, intoxicating, and in his honor. In the honor of his success. It was wonderful, and he reveled in the present – but with every joyous excl...
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32 Squared
Monday my mom phoned me screaming. She fell and was stuck in the back bedroom closet. “Hurry!” she pleads. When I get there I find her sitting at the kitchen table. “My Hero!” she kids. I sit down and patiently listen to her harrowing story ...