Stories tagged “smoking”

  • I've quit smoking. (for the 27th time...)

    I was thinking—looking down at its burning ember end—and considering the fact that this could be my last cigarette, possibly ever. Thinking, what am I doing here? Breathing smoke, coating my lungs with god-knows-what, and all for a paltry t...

  • A Second Opinion

    I cut right to the chase when she picked up the phone. “Ma, you never told me I was a dragon.” “Hello to you, too. Yes, my hip is fine. No, nothing much has happened to me in the two months since you last called.” “Ma R...

    • Author: jesteram
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • WaHo '87 (Mature)

    It’s always weird to be there, but I can’t resist the lure of girls enveloped in cigarette smoke. Behind Waffle House I always find myself staring at a miniature wasteland of hypodermic needles and used condoms, looking upward from time to ...

    • Author: Zoel
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Waiting for Grace

    This is my pre-coital cigarette. Breathe in. The filters are the only solid matter to pass my lips; I stub them in place. Breathe in. The smoke puddles, drips past the phlegm of my throat, expands into my lungs. Breathe out. The only taste is my tongue...

    • Author: Spiderj
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Quitting is for quitters

    they say you need to mean it if you wanna make this stick but it was just an empty threat decision made too quick im told its for the better that it’ll all be over soon but it’s been ’bout 5 years now 5 years exactly come this june ci...

    • Author: J. Jaybles
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • Behind the Bike Shed

    The smell of the cigarette hung in the air on that cold, crisp morning. Sneaking round the back of the school bike shed, he saw David, Samuel and Jessica leaning against the wall – trying their best to act nonchalant in the face of certain discip...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Puppets Can Be Detectives Too

    “Excuse me?” The cashier jerked awake and looked about for the source of the voice. “Down here.” He peered over the cash register to see a small puppet standing there. It couldn’t have been more than a foot high, felt blon...

    • Author: thelostgirl
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Solemn smoking

    Now there was only one left. He had been well stocked on cigarettes for the twenty-five or so years he had been smoking, working through a nice, steady, five packs a day. And, now, of all times, there was only only one left. The state of his life right...

  • Raindrops on Sunday Mornings

    I woke up to the rain pounding on the roof and window panes . Pushing myself up, I wrapped the sheets tighter around me and shivered from the cool rain air. Goosebumps broke out over my naked skin, as I rose from my bed. I walked to the window and watc...

  • Us

    “Yeah well…at least I think of more glamorous ways to out myself. Lung cancer doesn’t sound so attractive to me,” she shuddered at the very thought. “Neither does jumping off a building quite frankly,” I flicked the ...

  • Apparition-Countenance Menace (Mature)

    Out for a smoke after a dog-hard day. And y’know what, there were three Goddamn hours left to edit shit stories. Frankie was a chain-smoker. Nothin’ wrong with it. All the old journos were like that. It was distinguished. Gave him some resp...

  • Thanatos instinct

    Looking at the the cigarette between his fingers he was aware of the hot ash glowing at the end, and how the breeze gently pulled the warm embers off the tip to spiral them away on it’s current into the air. The core of a cigarette end can burn ...

    • Author: MrJuggles
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Asp

    Warmth floods in and I start to seize Muscle quakes and tremors cease My eyelids shoot about, trapeze For a second I don’t even pant. For this, made from the strangest trees Can take away the hours to please My deepest, dark infirmities And all t...

    • Author: Stovohobo
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Robson's Curb

    She is bound to ask me why I’m walking the edge of the sidewalk, staring down at the curb. There aren’t too many explanations other than ‘crazy’ for this kind of behavior, and if I don’t find a fix quick, I’ll start ...

  • & There We Were, & All We Were

    You, the alcoholic, and I, the new smoker will grow entangled together. We will feed off of each other’s mindless addictions. I will need you for your midnight slurs, your midday affection, and your mundane morning routines of a glass of water and ...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Young and Dumb (Mature)

    Ah, fuck me. I inhale too hard and fast, scald my throat with hot smoke. Always goes this way when I’m anxious, puffing and puffing on my cigarette hardly breaking to exhale. I just want to pull as much into my body as possible, feel that weird s...

  • Barren of Life, Abundant in Inspiration

    Stephen walked home, bent under the weight of his backpack. The sidewalk was cracked and barren, reflecting the worst parts of the area. Stephen didn’t mind though. He saw every step as an opportunity for adventure. A grim-faced mafia don rides b...

  • Game Greens

    A little whiff of home, I said to myself as I lit up a cigar that you and I once shared in the parking lot of a bar we weren’t old enough to enjoy. A little whiff of home, I thought as the night air blew right through me and carried on it the sce...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • I'm Having A Moment

    I will never be able to comprehend the complexity of the night sky, or what goes on in my brain when I sit in my parked car and inhale, sparked flint stinging my nose, as the smoke fills my lungs. Dew seeps into my shirt as we point and stare and smil...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5