Make Your Choice.
I was freezing in that fridge. I was untouched. I am thankful you got me. What? You are crying. What is wrong? Here, take a drink of me. I promise I will ease…
As most of you can probably tell from my writing, I have a (cough) _little_ problem with alcohol. So...I'd really love you guys to creatively share your opinions on our dear friend ethanol. Factual, positive, negative, fiction - I really do not mind. And if any of you older fellows wish to share your wisdom it would be appreciated =). The one catch is: the alcohol has to be a CHARACTER - living, breathing, talking or walking. Go nuts. For once, the Demon Drink really is a little demon (or maybe an angel, depending on your point of view.) E.g. You're drunk and you suddenly think that your vodka is talking to you o.O? Go bonkers, brave ficleteers =) Abby x
I was freezing in that fridge. I was untouched. I am thankful you got me. What? You are crying. What is wrong? Here, take a drink of me. I promise I will ease…
The letter held the bad news and I let it sink in with the wine. I looked to my friend and Wine said, “Go on. It’s okay to cry.” I swigged down the cheap cider…
“That... was not what I was expecting.” Jake stood in the doorway, flung open by Karen moments before. The basement stretched out before them, illuminated in…
He felt the cold glass in his hand, its contents refracting the tattered fabric of the armchair in which he sat. His mouth burned, his vision swam. Drifting…
With a stricken, forlorn clarity I pushed my empty cart through the aisles of Blanchard’s liquor store. Passing the golden-wrapped pillaging of liquors and…